Chapter 84: More weather terminology.
“…There was once a planet in the celestial doldrums,” Kanti replies. “The population resembled spiders. They communicated in shrieks and hisses. Every home was made from large, thick spider webs; there were towers made of webs where thousands of spiders just sat still. The world was a twilight wasteland of silk thread, spider droppings and spider eggs.
Adult spiders were the size of elephants. That civilization was as intelligent as flies. They defecated, mated, and dropped dead while walking. Even more disturbing, arachnoid children the size of your fist roamed in packs devouring adult spiders. The occurrences were commonplace,” Kanti says, reserving his emotions.
“Hm,” I shrug, accidentally collapsing the snow wall outside.
“You seem quite unfazed by this, Young Emery.”
“It’s gross, but not scary if it didn’t happen to me…” I guess it’s just as hard pretending to care with or without emotions. I definitely listen better though. “So what happened to them—the spider humans? You said there was once, like there isn’t any more.”
Kanti nods. “Well, it was just after Monad’s return. The cloak bearer had been wandering her area of responsibility for a few years. She was familiarizing herself with the energies of as many locations as possible in order to warp to and from Earth at a moment’s notice.
At the time, Enlil and I were unaware that certain humans, all animals and all insects can see a cloak bearer in astral form. Unlike you, most cloak bearers are not so skilled at manipulating objects, nor did they have the luxury of transcending their physical body; as a result, her domicile was eventually overrun with insects. There was a tarantula that would hiss at her and attempt to attack her whenever she would go home. Eventually she came up with the idea to leave her physical body in the hospital by staging an unknown coma. She would return to it every few weeks or so to keep relatives from abandoning it. On the rare occasions she slept back in her home while in her astral from, just to feel somewhat human.
The tarantula would hiss in her ear and run through her body attempting to devour her insides. One night, the hissing finally woke her up. Enlil and I told her we knew where the tarantula was, and not to fret, that we would take care of it. But, alas, she used her second sight and discovered that the tarantula was inside of her. She vibrated her mattress until it erupted in flames, setting her home ablaze. She warped back and forth to Earth, but was adamant about avoiding the planet.
She warped to the farthest planet we’d reached, Eibhear¸ as the locals called it. When she felt the threat of Nothing in Eibhear was contained, we moved on. The presence of somewhat sentient life led us to the spider infested world. The fear, disgust and shame of the lonely life she led was too much…
Every web on the planet was vibrated to the point where they ignited. The planet’s atmosphere enhanced the flames. And, in an instant, that world exploded. All of the arachnids perished. The cloak bearer also inadvertently caused a massive chain reaction within that solar system and several adjacent systems; there were hundreds of millions of trillions of human souls sent to the Meta instantly.”
“Right… the whole death and actual death thing. when I sleep I know I fluctuate between being physical and being astral, so that tarantula probably would have actually been in my body. That’s a nasty thought. How’d she cope with killing so many people? Did the cloak turn black and separate?”
“No, no. The cloak considers destroying matter evil; taking life out of necessity, by mistake or without ill will is not born from negativity in your soul. Wanting to take life for fun is corruption; there is no benevolent, sentient creature that delights in arbitrary genocide. That, Young Emery, is true evil. Killing unconsciously, truly unconsciously, unless it has become a habit, is not evil.”
I lean back in my chair. “So, if I wiped out an entire race of people, without devouring their souls, and I had a damn good reason to do it, those people would all be fine, right?”
“Their souls, yes; however, there is a change that occurs when a sentient creature willingly takes life: a boundary that cannot be uncrossed, a lament that does not cease with the passage of time,” Kanti’s eyes pierce into me. “If the situation arises where you must kill another, be prepared for the consequences… but, to answer your inquiry, Young Emery, all human civilizations will eventually be reborn as other human creatures still in physical existence.”
I sigh. “Well, that’s a relief. So, what ha—”
“—She sat on an asteroid for quite some time, using her second sight to follow the life of a pure soul on Eibhear. She returned to Earth, and became Nothing.”
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