EP 451 – Story #2 – In the beginning, there was only God.

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In the beginning, there was only God. Then, God discovered he was painted by Mona Lisa, who was painted by Veonardo Da Linci, Leonardo Da Vinci's younger brother. Mona Lisa then discovered that Leonardo Da Vinci was painted by a blue and red man who is made out of melting
 snow, but she never told anybody about him because everybody thought that Leonardo Da Vinci was real, so nobody believed her.
It wasn't long before Mona Lisa had to paint over some of the earlier work with later stuff, because it got too crowded in the house.

Your new painting is your best yet, it is of
 me, my brothers and sisters, and our children, and our parents, and all those things we have done together. It will be on display at the museum for many years to come. I hope you like it.

You would've liked it more if you were in the painting.
 You always wanted to be famous, didn't you? Well, now you are. Your name is going down through history as one of the greatest artists ever to live. They're talking about giving you a big award, and making you their first black member.

Awards mean nothing if you have no one to share them with.
 I wish you could see yourself. You look great!
I know you think I'm crazy. But sometimes when I paint, I can feel the other people in the picture. When I paint, they tell me what they want to do, and how they feel, and I put it into the picture
 for them.
Maybe someday, I'll show you how it works. Maybe you'll understand.
Well, I have to go now. I'm doing another portrait. The last time I did one, somebody stole it right off the easel.

You set out to find the portrait thief
, but instead you found something much worse. Now you're caught up in a mystery from beyond the grave. This time, though, it isn't just you who has to pay the price...

The city sprawled darkly beneath the stars. A thin mist drifted over the river, and the water lapped softly against the stone quays. Somewhere in this maze of old houses and narrow streets a woman waited alone for her lover to return.

The lover returns with a child.
 He tells his story: "I went into the garden and saw an angel coming down out of heaven."
"What kind of angel?" asks the woman.
"An evil-looking one," says the man.
 "He was dressed all in white, with a golden crown on his head. He held a drawn sword in his hand, and he came walking across the grass toward me. So I ran away and hid behind a tree.

The angel knew I was hiding somewhere, and told me
 to come out where he could see me. I said I couldn't do that because my mother was sick back home, and I had promised to come back as soon as I could.
Then the angel drew his sword, and started after me.

God strikes me with lightning & gives me the following powers of an Angel:
 invisibility, levitation, telekinesis, clairvoyance, teleportation, clairaudience, pyrokinesis, pyromancy, hypnosis, illusionism, necromancy, biokinesis, bionomancy, biopoyesis, bioenerg
izing, bioenergetics, biofeedback, bioengineering, biohealing, bioradionics, bioalchemy, bioanalysis, bioaugmentation, bioenhancement, bioenergetic therapy, bioethics, bioastronomy, biocognition

You realize you are able to fight the Angel with ease now.

I don't want to fight the Angel. I want to talk to him. What do you think he wants?
The Angel will not speak to you unless you surrender to him. He will take you to Hell, where you will burn forever.

You use biomancy to defeat the angel.

You have been given a gift. Use it wisely.
The boy grows older. His body changes, and his face becomes hard and cruel. In his heart, though, he remains the same.

You curse the angel with immortality.

He comes again, and again, and again. Each time you defeat him, he vanishes for a while. Then, when you least expect it, he reappears.
One day, you meet an old woman in the street.

The old woman claims to be your mother.
 She tells you she has waited all these years for you to return. She says that, since you died without a child, God took pity on her and gave her one.
She shows you a baby girl.