Heavenly Pariah: The Beginning of the End

By Chris O'hiri

Vaulting ambition alongside pride topples the prince of angels, Lucifer, from being the archangel that stood behind the throne of Mount Zaphon. He becomes accursed to tempt man as only mans conquest of temptation can bring him redemption.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Dec 19, 2016
• ISBN: 9781524535179

Chris O'hiri

Born in Nigeria, the author studied English and literary studies in Imo State University. He lectured in international management center, Lagos, and also the Federal Polytechnic Nekede.

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ALPHA

God made the sky and earth. At first, the earth was completely void. Nothing was on the earth. Darkness covered the ocean and God’s spirit moved over the water… Then God said Let there be light. And the light began to shine and he knew it was good.

Genesis

ALPHABETA

In the beginning of the end

The over self’s celestial hand

Set an abode in the realms

A firmament decked with gems

Of the cherubs and seraphs, one alone

An archangel stood behind his throne

Chris O’hiri

PROLOGUE

(IN THE BEGINNING OF THE END)

The over self gazed at the celestial firmament, its radiance was a blur, compared to the luminescence that emanated awesomely from his own very essence. Nothing can compare, he mused inwardly… nothing ever will. He spread out his telepathic perception, stretching it to its breaking point as he always did, each time he feared, not really feared, wondered if another being like him or… perhaps greater was listening to his innermost thoughts.

It was a paranoiac sensation that always bothered him, making him feel like a midget whenever he gazed around the void, an emptiness stretching limitlessly, a far stretching emptiness it hath no end, just like it had no beginning. He shuddered suddenly feeling so alone, the shudder sending tiny bolts of minute aeons around the chrysolite glow of the firmament he had just created.

The firmament had been a real pain to create. Spurred by boredom, loneliness and depression, painstakingly he had built it without a helper. ‘I need a helper’, he sighed. His spiritual essence, magnificence and his holiness overpowering in its glory. His purity, an essence within so pure and free from taint.

‘’Tis so lovely, my handiwork, and I shall call it heaven for it shall be my place of abode till the end of time the over self rumbled his voice like velvety flash of lightening. Gazing backwards, he floatingly glided to the throne and sat. He began to muse again, sighing till the end of time…, but everything hath its time, do I have my own time… I wonder, will I burn my essence out and fade just like I…. he would not bear to conclude the thought, it was too painful to accept. It could be true. I am, I can feel, touch, therefore I am. There is none like me, there is none above me".

I have spent part of my existence flying through time around this void and I found only myself rising in his compelling majesty, his aura alluring, his countenance mean, depicting streaks of ruthlessness, the over self drawled.

I am the Alpha and Omega, I am who I am, his voice echoed throughout the galaxies, quaking the entire void. The aeons of luminescence shooting from him sublimed slowly. He sat, exhausted, trembling, indistinctly in a corner of his throne. The over self, inaudibly intoned But who am I?

Spastic shudders began to quake his entire being. Luminant molten aeons fell from his eyes to the floor of the firmament.

CHAPTER ONE

[SUN OF THE MORNING]

True God from True God

True Light from True light

Out of Good comes evil

Out of evil comes good

(Complied)

The molten luminance began to form a tiny trickle; tiny aeons of light dropping a bit far off drawn by a field of attraction pulsated towards the trickle, where they became infused. The molten fluid like luminance began to gather at a spot not far from the throne where I AM bitterly bled away his fears, pains, doubts and negative emotions that have accumulated within his pure essence. The luminant tears began to form a puddle.