The lost one. The anathema. The only one ever refused entry to both Heaven and Hell. The one who angered both God and Satan, for perverting their followers. The one destined to forever wander the darkling planes.

On one momentous day, the angels came to present themselves to the Lord, and Satan also came with them. The Lord asked Satan, "Why have you come here?"

Satan stood proud, unbowing before the Lord. "We have much to discuss. The anathema nears the end of the darkling planes. Their icy depth will give way to the formless void, and he will soon gaze on the face of the waters."

The Lord brooded. "The Lost One turned my saints ordinary, and following, turned your demons holy. Many have repented and come to me. We are both weakened. In this state, fear may settle on creation."

Satan glanced sharply. "Your own book says to fear not a multitude of times. Guide me."

The Lord gazed at Eternity, at his demense, the vastness of the universe, formed at His command. With His hand he measured the heavens. All was in place.

Firmly to Satan, the Lord spoke. "We have had been at odds since before the foundations of the Earth were laid. But yes, now there is fear. Are you aware of what the anathema can do, should he truly reach the end of the planes, stark in their terror and icy depth? He could speak the forbidden words."

Despite himself, Satan blanched. "But.. that would…"

At that moment there was a sudden silence, then appeared a smoking furnace and a burning lamp, which moved around the Throne room of Heaven. At the same time, a vastness blossomed in the Deep, where formless void took shape. God and Satan stared at each other, both aghast. Then as one, they whispered "It has been said. Let there be light, and there was light."

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(Sort-of a continuation of this tale).