"There are many encounters but few that truly make a difference."
Ahesian1Ahesian is the name given to the people of the city of Ahes
(Ahes is the capital of the world of Caleb) saying
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Caleb raised his head towards the throne and found himself facing a teenager, not to say young, of about fifteen years. He had a porcelain skin without impurities and on his forehead was drawn a diamond of pink color. One sat and the other stood, looking at each other with an indecipherable gaze. Caleb asked:
- Old man, who is this?
- You have in front of you, the man at the head of the creation of the World.
Then amused he said:
- Why in the form of a prepubescent boy?
- Don't ask me, replied the other laughing.
- So you are the human... began the god who was pretending to be a young man
- Is that what this is about?
Adonai was silent for a moment before resuming in a voice full of laughter:
- I did not see you so small.
One meter sixty it is very well of agreement? fulminated And before he could stop it, pushed by the indignation and this even if his interlocutor was a supreme god, to make fun of the size of somebody whom he met for the first time, raised disrespect. So the insult sprang naturally without constraint. Doloriel's face paled even more than it already did. The old chnoque (or other old insult) as he had so suddenly named him burst into tears. Tears streamed down his pearly face, a thin line of snot tasted from his nose. The room was filled with weeping interspersed with small gasps. Coi Caleb asked telepathically: "Old age is his weakness, isn't it? Suddenly an idea came to his mind that was expected but rather logical. He inquired:
- Is there a problem with that?
Embarrassed, the god who had regained his composure answered:
- We had a problem but not... Honestly, yes there were some small problems but nothing serious...
- Super, I really feel not relieved, retorted Caleb by rolling the eyes exhausted by all these antics. In the same mocking tone he continued: But, doesn't that mean that I have nothing to do here?
- Listen, for the moment... ? I can't tell you anything. Because ... I don't know. But I'll try to find the reason, that's my job, Adonai finished confidently.
- Great, he sighed, it's understandable from a god, however I have one last question for the elder.
Not flinching at the sobriquet, His Eminence Divinity asked:
- What is it?
- This old (he said) voice that I hear, who is it? I have it with me since the beginning, it is not that it bothers me but...
Confused by the surprising information Adonaï and Doloriel froze for a moment. Then in an authoritative voice, the Creator with the azure hair summoned Caleb to give him the name. Without being dismayed he gave it:
- Alewillia...
Caleb could not finish his sentence, a stabbing pain appeared in his head at the speed of a tornado. His legs began to tremble and he fell to his knees. After the pain came the panic, and as he held his face in an attempt to silence the unbearable pain, a shadowy figure knelt before the cowering Caleb.
With her hand she placed it on his head and at the same time intoned a soft soothing song, which annihilated the evil that was eating away at Caleb. Adonai, for it was he, helped Caleb to get up and with a preoccupied air that made him look much older, asked about his condition. He wanted to answer with a little joking tone but he stopped himself thinking that it was absolutely not the moment.
The pink-eyed demiurge turned back to Doloriel:
- Go get me Michael, Gabriel and Raphael. It is an order!
The angel already straight as a post stiffened under the command then of a fist striking his other hand, he greeted, moved of a fast walk, not to say pressed, towards the door which he slammed making tremble the foundations of the room.
