ponderatio

Tales about the supreme deity, comes from different religions of the first world. Earlier, mortal men believed the Supreme Unity in one person. In each faith they glorified him and called him by different names.

In the second world, there is a kind of neutrality in beliefs.

"For every child, having appeared on our Earth is but a shell of its predilections."

In the third world:

"Aka born you were greedy, vindictive, and frivolous do not see you an easy life, nor flowers in the garden of the Supreme Unity. May these children be cursed and be destined to bear a heavy cross. And their souls will not be purified until they find peace. When the color of the soul; - of the eyes, shall turn pale, There shall be a supreme judgment upon them. And the Creator of the Earth will descend, to do justice to sinful children, and creatures born not according to the laws of the V.E."

- W. E," the mentor said in a whispery voice, staring at the yellowed parchment, "anger him, he'll come down to us.

   The old man furrowed his brow at the young tomboys, looking me over from the bunch of foolish kin. Feeling a pang of guilt for this morning's transgression, I reluctantly lowered my gaze to the floor. What had happened today was unforgivable, though he'd deliberately brought me out on the negative qualities of humans.

   Although we are different from the people of the first world, we too can feel, like the higher subjects of the V.E. But, for some reason it is so devalued, growing us a creature that is born in us. I didn't choose to be born a vile, vengeful witch with ugly warts all over my face. Although my cousin somehow aspires to that stereotype, but not me.

   Born of an immaculate union, my mom had to go there. Yeah, that way. To the highest degree of hell, what has been dubbed the fourth world. Where the most powerful immortals exist, balancing our world. And the world of the others, too, especially the first. Although the boundaries between the worlds and slammed a few thousand years ago, there is still a margin of error of the new law. Some of our creator's talentless creatures still live among boring humans.

"What would happen is that the stupid rules would disappear and everyone would live in harmony, knowing that the myths people make up still exist!"

Silly, right? So, my story is that every living creature walking on two legs, having such a different spectrum of emotion, cannot get along with others. Even if it comes complete with two legs and a freaking tail. I'm talking about succubi and incubi, nothing will change those guys. Even though they belong to the fourth world, they're still swarming around here for some reason. And one of these things managed to get friendly with a witch.

Though Nebiroth the younger is also conceived in a chaste relationship, he's quite nice. Even for a low-ranking demon. As he tells it, a threesome won't get the best of him. His father's a fucking field marshal, mother's a fucking succubus, and a poor first-rate human.

   So you can understand our hierarchy in simple terms:

World One - mortal humans, animals, and SEALs.

The second world - gnomes are stingy, princesses of all sorts of fairy lands (they're not that nice) and prince charming. Little fairies who prefer to eat something large and meaty for rations. Like, say, a kidnapped man from the first world. And bitchy mermaids. In my experience it's best not to mess with them, they'll drown you forever. Although the Sirens are a bit of a siren, because those scum only kill children and girls.

As for the third world, that's mine. Witches, centaurs, fairies, and other mythological entities that exist in humans.

The fourth world is angels, demons, zodiacal sign representatives, guardians of all sorts of sacred nonsense. And of course V.E., how can you do without him?

How do people say Jesus Christ?

Allah?

Buddha?

To us he is the Supreme Oneness, representing the guardian and creator of all beings.

   Oh, yeah. I forgot about the error, there are what do people call them? Smugglers? Oh, yes. That's what we have. They don't cross country borders, they cross worlds.

I'm rambling on about worlds and stuff. The story's about me, isn't it?

I was ten years old when my mom was taken away. I didn't know I'd be without my parents, but I always wanted to be like her.

   - Amy, don't touch them, were the last words my mom said when she had wings. I don't know why I was so unlucky to be born with only ninety percent of my father's essence. And I wanted so badly to have wings all the time. - Emilia Mirele Frye," when my mother called me back in full, my childish heart sank into my heels. She sternly threatened me with her finger, peering tensely out the window. Waiting for my father to come home from work, Mom was always agitated. Like she was afraid of something or someone.

It wasn't until I got older that I realized it was true. I was afraid of being punished. For sins are punished for those who have produced a mestizo offspring. The Supreme Unity watched over sinful children by sending their elders. That night in November, one of them came for her mother. Spotting the huge wings, she jumped up sharply, lunging at me. Shaking her by the shoulders, the woman demanded in tears to wait for her father. Pushing toward the closet, my native fairy, opened the door recalling the nasty gnome. Grabbing me with his nasty hand, he dragged me in on command. In an instant, the usual darkness changed to a forest landscape. Opening the loopholes of the barriers, he stopped at one. Wrinkling his potato nose oddly, deciding what to do with me next. Scoping out the torn space unseen by human eyes. It was the first time I saw people, they were running across the wet asphalt, disappearing somewhere. Pulling my hand away, the nasty toady said nastily:

   - She paid me only a little, - looking at the people, he began to mutter under his nose again, - too little for me to mess with a mistake of nature. You should, you should," he scratched his wrinkled chin with his free hand and squeezed his wrist harder. Aghast at the force of it, I struggled to stay on my feet, gradually pressing my bare knees into the wet grass. - You should, old men, pfft," the dwarf decided, thinking in his ear. - I'll take you to him, he's the same.

Those were my last words before I entered the local monastery. I never waited for my father, and I buried that hope. My relatives practically disappeared, most likely afraid of incurring the sin of the V.E.

   And here I was fifteen at first, after that by human standards I was 103 years old, but by our standards I was twenty. But, compared to my mentor, I was only a foolish child. When the unknown happened, everyone looked at the door of the local church. Focusing his gaze on the young fools, the old man calmly stood up from the pew.

Every day he read to us from the gift of the V.E. Every day we gathered in the church and listened to him talk. But today, something happened. The sky wailed in agony, breaking our peace. Peering out from behind the boys, the only thing that caught my eye were the white wings. An angel? He's come for us?!

   A crowd of frightened sinners, started playing a broken cell phone, telling what was happening in everyone's ear. A whisper sounded behind me, goosebumps ran down my skin. No, not from fear. I didn't realize how I felt about my friend. But tried to somehow parlay it into a mixed cocktail of blood and origins. Calming my heart, my friend whispered in a monotone voice.

   - V.E was killed, it was one of the counselors of justice," trying to catch information from the others, the boy leaned even closer, lifting his shoulders, blocking the way to his lips, he continued, "something happened, he fell as if the heavens themselves refused to be our home.