With one's blessing, he stepped onto the altar. It was too bright to see, but, then again, it was told as such. One could not imagine the purity of the setting, one of angel upon angel, those who held hands, and those who held up the curtains to the sky. It was as they say, an instantaneous affair. At the beginning of it all, they were given the choice from birth. It was they who chose who they belonged to, and their master, in the same moment, knew them as well. Why would one create such beings if he knew how they would be?

In the paradox of creation, before He, he knew Them. He knew him. And, in the instant, he knew he would not follow, would not bend to the will of his decree. In before Judas-kin, there was a man; he wept, not knowing why, and he, born fresh and anew, fell on his first day.

What self creates their own opposite, if not for mortal pleasure of the hunt? I describe him as weak, one who desired an enemy, and so created the lineage of Judas.