Rebecca and the beginning of time

I just got this from my friend Rebecca:

There has always been a dispute about the beginning of time. Some say the gods created the Earth, I say gods here because of the numerous religions. Some believe in the scientific theory, or as otherwise known, The Big Bang Theory. Some believe that the Earth has always just been here. Some believe earth was exiled from another galaxy. But whatever you believe, whatever gods, whatever religion, whatever faith, whatever beliefs, prepare to feel your world shake and roar as you read this book. In this book, all gods and goddesses exist, and all have their own power over some piece of the Earth. So you see I’m quite sorry if you were looking for a story about how your religion is right, and how someone else’s was wrong. If you’d like to hear that, go read the bible of your faith, okay? Just don’t expect it here.
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Aphrodite watched dismally out her window, sighing as she did so. She wished that she could find true love, like she had done for so many others. But alas, it seemed she had too much to do to be able to settle down and raise a family. She was envious of her sister, the goddess who could freeze whomever she pleased into stone at a glance. Medusa was content with her life the way it was, except that after one little mishap, she was proclaimed evil. Same thing with Hades. He was condemned by a straw to be ruler of the underworld, and suddenly, BAM! He’s evil, and there’s nothing that even Zeus himself could do to change how people saw his beloved brother.Medusa stared out of her window in the guestroom of the underworld. She would come here once a month and stay for a few days, just to make sure Hades had some company besides the deceased, who were downright depressing. She was exempt from the “no eating food in the underworld or you’ll be trapped forever” rule. It was her last day, and, as always, she would go for a stroll by the pool of the dead, looking for her father and mother, who were killed by Odysseus. She called out to them, and realized that there was a face staring back at her that was not hers. She reached into the pool, and pulled the woman out.“Geez, you finally found the right pond! Thought it’d take you a century or two less!” said the woman.“And you are…?” asked Medusa.“Sour milk in the pail! Have you forgotten your mother?” cried the woman, beginning with a phrase Medusa thought she might never hear again.“Where’s father? Did he make it down here? Or is he a wandering soul up there?” Medusa“He’s in a pool two over; you should know that goddesses and gods killed by stupid twits get special treatment around here. Hades has a soft spot for us.” Her mother said, as she made markings around her pool and her husband’s as well.“You’d best get going, unless you want to be stuck here for several days more.” Her mother said with a splash back into her pond.Zeus sat on his throne of lightning bolts, staring unseeingly at the reports that he was supposed to have issued two hundred years ago. He was really far behind in the rumor patrol. Now he knew why Aphrodite had told his wife about divorce. He would have to sign the papers soon. This is gonna kill Hercules, he thought. Zeus had never told his son how he’d made Hecate marry him. He’d never told him that Hecate never even saw him as a friend. What was he going to do about the whole Medusa situation? Hades seemed to be in love with her, but she showed no affection of that sort to anyone. She also hated Zeus, because he’d never fixed the whole situation with the accidental stone glance. Her eyes don’t always stone people, it’s only when she lapses in control of emotions, anger, frustration, or otherwise. But she’d bound herself to only do it if she or someone she loved was in danger. What was he going to do? He was at a loss for ideas, and in this day and age nobody would believe a vision, they’d think that they had eaten salmonella or some other lame excuse. He sighed and set aside Medusa’s paper, he’d have to think of something later. Right now, he had to call his son.Buddha sat in the cross legged position on the floor in his castle of clouds. He stretched and moved to the down dog position. He felt a jolt beneath his feet, and decided to stop his daily yoga ritual to see what was wrong. He walked down his stairs, and peeked around the corner. A vase just barely missed his head. His guest was having a fit again. First, someone had put a rat in her bed, then snakes, then a lizard, what now?“Disgusting! There’s mud in the vase I drink from!” Hecate screamed. She had gone through so much; Buddha knew that he should be calm and thoughtful.“Hecate, calm down. Breathe, deep, full breaths. “He said gently, not wanting to upset her.“I am breathing. If I wasn’t, I’d be soaring in the underworld!” she muttered, though she seemed to calm down a bit after the breathing advice. ‘So this is why they sent her to me. So I can calm her.’ He was a little annoyed by this fact, but was a very hospitable god. She walked back to her room, which now had no windows.“Thank you.” She said to Buddha as she shut her door.Satan sat alone in his study, and a red-yellow glow came from under the door, despite all his effort to make himself forget that he was in charge of hell. He heard the moans of the truly evil people who god had condemned here. He remembered how he had landed himself here. He called the memory back to him, out of sheer analysis.“God, lord of all things, what shall we create today?” Satan asked.“Murderers. People who kill others. Doesn’t it sound intriguing?” God asked; a giddy sound to his voice.“Actually, it sounds brutal and cruel.” Satan stated; eyes and heart filled with horror.“So sensitive.” God said, and waved his hand as if to wave the comment away. So there sat Satan, watching as God created sociopaths, psychopaths. Serial killers, mass murderers, terrorists, and the weapons they’d use. He recalled how he almost threw up at seeing everyone they’d kill. He remembered the blood that never washed away from his mind, though it was easily removed from the floorboards. He also recalled the next day’s creation.“God, lord of all, creator of everything, what shall we create today?” Satan had asked with a little fear in his mind.“Today we’ll make abusers. Self abuse, abuse toward others, sexual abusers, drug abusers, alcohol abusers, which reminds me! I must make alcohol!” God had said, a somehow tranquil look upon his face. Satan had to leave, he couldn’t bear it anymore. He saw innocent people being tortured, and he expected this would happen forever and always.“Sir, why are you creating torture? Your people don’t deserve this!” he said, a strange fierceness to his voice.“I do see your point, but I need some excitement to keep me occupied.” He answered.“So you’ll stop?” Satan asked.“Of course not! But I will do you a service. You challenge me, so I’ll send you to hell, and you’ll have to stay there, and mingle only with other gods!” he said, and with a snap, Satan recalled how he fell from heaven, and how he was delivered the bible to see how god had altered what really happen. He wished to see Aphrodite, ask her if she could find him a true love.The sphinx felt someone coming near, and flew to Aphrodite’s window to tell her of the guest, and to tell her it was Satan. Aphrodite changed into a formal dress, and did up her hair. This was most likely a business matter. She floated down the stairs, and into the sitting room. Satan was seated there, and she wanted to kick herself. Her love vision was on, showing his one true love. It was the Grecian symbol for love-less!She couldn’t tell him that! Oh, not good!“I presume this is a business matter?” she asked cordially.“You presume correct.” He replied.“Well then, state your business Satan. I haven’t got all day.” She said.“I’d like to find true love. I’d like your help. Please, help me out.” Satan said.“Yes, I figured that much. Would you like to know now?” Aphrodite said.“If you can tell me now, that would be wonderful.” Said Satan.“Follow me and you die.” She said, and with that she left the room and shut the door.She walked through several rooms, and then went back to that sitting room to find Satan in the same spot.“If you make a single comment, I will never do you a favor or service, understand?”“It’s Medusa, isn’t it?” he asked.“No. But first, I must know what you plan to do once you find out who it is.” She stated, obviously not pleased with what she thought she’d hear.“I’d like to get to know her, meet her, talk to her, and become good friends. I wouldn’t do anything drastic. Don’t want to be like Zeus and Hecate.” He said honestly“Again, keep your comments to yourself.” She ordered.“Yes ma’am. Will you please tell me now?” he asked.“Your true love is non-existent. You have none. I apologize for your inconvenience.” She stated, and whirled out of the room as she asked Lydia to show Satan the door.“come on, boy,” smirked Lydia, as she continued to wonder what exactly this Satan planned to do once he could once again speak to Aphrodite.

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