Chapter 52:
The Divine Vessel
In the Silence Beyond Stars, where time wept instead of flowed, Errin stood in solitude. Around him was neither world nor void—only intention.
He had bought time.Time of real essence.
Now, he would shape it.
The vessel for his unborn god-son could not be a mere womb of flesh and blood. It had to mirror the law of balance, echo the primordial rhythm of creation, and withstand the inheritance of an eternal will.
Errin raised his hand, and from his fingers extended the five original elements—earth, fire, water, wind, and metal—each one carrying ancestral threads, godly oaths, and the faded promises of stars long extinguished.
Earth, to ground destiny.
Fire, to ignite change.
Water, to preserve memory.
Wind, to carry will.
Metal, to defend soul.
But it wasn't enough.or was it not?
So he summoned what the world had long forgotten—Voidlight, the paradox between being and non-being, and Soulflame, the language of creation itself.
These seven elements he bound together, not in opposition, but in harmony. The space before him bloomed into a cocoon of resonating light—neither warm nor cold, alive yet unborn.
He stepped forward and bled into it.
Not a wound of the body—but of the soul.
Soul - a breath of life.
From that drop, the first shape emerged—a skeletal framework made not of bone but of crystallized fate. Each rib was etched with divine script. The spine was a string of prayers whispered by the first stargazers. The skull held no face—yet its eye sockets glowed with unborn galaxies.
But flesh would not be shaped by divine energy alone.
So Errin whispered his longing.
The need for redemption.
...,...
The ache of loss.
.... . ...
The beauty of love.
...
The fury of vengeance.
.... .....and .. .... .. ... ..
The hope of continuation.
From these emotions, the vessel gained form—childlike, ageless, perfect.
A being ready to house divinity.
Then he laid his hands on its heart and whispered:
> "You will not be born to worship, but to walk. Not to conquer, but to understand. Yours is the power to recreate... or to forgive."
And so the soul chamber within the vessel pulsed—waiting.excitedly anticipating
But it could not be filled yet.
Not until the blood of the gods was fully unsealed.
Not until the stars aligned in cry and chorus.
Not until the goddess came, to give herself in purpose and join Errin in the sacred act that was not of lust—but of creation's highest will.
The cradle had been made.
But would the heavens allow it to hold what fate now called a taboo birth?
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