“That wouldn’t make much sense because there are equal and opposing reactions for every object and then what about night and day, hot and cold?”
“They are one, but the basic human mind interprets the polarity and separate oneness with dichotomy. The either or categorization, ignoring all that strays from the rigid views.”
“I don’t understand”
“Opposites are an illusion. The perfect race of humans was neither good nor evil. Those are subjective terms. They were a balance between the two. That’s why opposites attract and complete one another. See dogma has given rise …show more content…
"Armageddon?" "My brothers and I have been awaiting that day for thousand years.”
“I thought the vision of the order was for all creatures to coexist in an age of peace regardless of species not wage one of the bloodiest wars?”
“It’s the order’s chance to get even with God for what he has done to the watchers. When the order succeeds, we will start a new world minus him and his followers rewrite the rules and reign over the remaining inhabitants" "Azazel!" I cooed which took everyone by surprise. "I think you’re in completely over your head with your little revenge plot! Going to war with God “almighty”? If the Bible holds any grain of truth, whatsoever and he created us all then you don’t stand a chance in waging a successful war against the creator” "You’re very confused Maricel!” Azazel growled. “Confused? How am I confused? It is obvious God had enough power to have his obedient angels chain you in hell for your rebellion.” I said. There was a quick flare in his eyes. Semjaza gripped his arm to hold him back. His hands were curled into fists. “You have no faith in …show more content…
All this time. You were too much of a coward to tell me who you really were. You had nothing to lose in telling me the truth after all you are the Lemurian “king”. The order worships you?” I pointed at the table. The entire table sat silently watching. Some of the watcher’s mouth were agape. Semjaza’s face twisted into a slight smile, and he stood. “She has a point. You did lie to the woman.” Semjaza said. Everyone’s eyes were fixed on the three of us. Azazel sighed, then placed his hand beneath my chin. “Maricel, for one thing you are drunk, but I lied because I was afraid if you knew I was the infamous Azazel, you would want nothing to do with me. I don’t ever want to lose you.” “You know you could’ve told me, I overlooked the fact you were trapped in Dudael.
Just promise you will never lie to me again.” I gazed into his eyes now a dandelion shade. “I will never deceive you again Maricel.” He gathered me into his arms. The table clapped, and he led me back to my seat, pulled out the chair for me before he assumed his place.
As we ate the conversation remained much lighter than before. I tapped my foot to quell my anxiety. “Beautiful. You two are already fighting like a married couple” Semjaza remarked, as he took a bite of a