Part I: The Search for Dagaal
Chapter 1.7: The God of All
I realize now that I was quite mad—in fact, even back then, I think I was aware of that fact. But regardless of my insanity, I truly believed in the merits of my plans. I felt like only I knew what was best for my purpose in life. This belief, this unwavering conviction, fueled my every action and decision.
Ever since my creation back in Illyria eons ago, I had surreptitiously sought to gain dominance over my own masters by learning their secrets. The creator god A’H knew this. Despite its ineptitude, I think Baal-Zebub knew this too. Furthermore, I believe Baal-Zebub knew that I knew It knew my secrets. Therefore, I never bothered to hide this fact from my master—for we both ALSO knew that Baal-Zebub and its father Zebub needed me to carry out their plans. Without ME, neither of them had any chance of destroying The Firmament and opening the doorways to Illyria and Illusia.
As I mentioned already, Zebub had foolishly allowed Its essence to ‘become’ Illusia, and later Baal-Zebub had been imprisoned there by the high lumenarc Michael. Therefore, both of the evil ones were prisoners of the underworld. Yet neither I nor any of the other lumenarcs or baals were subject to that same sentence and thus we could travel to and from Terra to Illusia.
What none of us could do however was to through the Firmament and back to Illyria. Because of this we believed that “Breaking the Dome” was the key to getting our revenge on Michael and A’H.
As a result, “The Plan”—at least what I led Baal-Zebub to believe—was for me to live upon the Middle Plane and bring to bear my own evil works to try to destroy this dimension and its Firmament. If successful, the portal between the universes would be opened, and both Baal-Zebub and Zebub believed this would release the bonds that held them in Illusia AND allow them to return to Illyria to take their revenge.
Because Death offered Evil a way out—perhaps the only way out—my masters allowed me to learn some of the mysteries of the universe that they had knowledge of. This arrangement suited me just fine. I reasoned that learning even a smattering of the secrets of the cosmos and being allowed to escape the unctuous presence of my master—well, really, what more could I ask for?
Once free from Baal-Zebub’s presence, I quickly realized that my own intelligence was rather spectacular. With it, I began to delve deeper into Nature’s mysteries on my own, exploring their fathomless depths with my own eyes, in my own time, and away from my lord’s overpowering persona. Soon enough, I began to wonder why I shouldn’t be given the right to know ALL there was to know about Life, The Universe, and Everything.
“Why can’t I be The Ruler of The Planes?” I would often ask myself. “Why should it be Zebub or Its son? Or A’H, The Great Deceiver? Perhaps THEY are merely imposters. Perhaps the true God is none other than Death Himself—ME!”
In those moments of profound contemplation, I would pace the lengths of my darkened chambers, my mind a whirlpool of grandiose visions. I saw myself towering over realms, bending the fabric of existence to my will. I imagined galaxies trembling at the mere whisper of my name, the very stars bowing to my magnificence. It was intoxicating, this dream of ultimate power.
I would gaze upon the cosmic expanse, feeling the pulse of the universe within me. The secrets of creation and destruction danced tantalizingly close, just beyond my reach. But I knew that with time and relentless pursuit, they would be mine. And so, I decided…
I would become THE God of ALL!
The Apocrypha of Azazel 