She met his eyes across the clearing.
The sadness in his eyes set her to trembling. The memory of what she'd done, what they'd all done - she collapsed in the center of the clearing, arms outstretched to him, prostrating herself before him. "Please," she whispered.
"Tiala. Come to me."
She looked up. I'm sorry...
She knelt before him, eyes downcast. "Look at me," he said gently, and she did. "This can never happen again."
He held up a hand to forestall her. "No, Tiala. This can never happen again - because I will prevent it."
She felt a shift inside her, a change, and gasped in the loss - she felt a stirring behind her, among the other Firstborn, and knew that it had not been her alone. "Father! What...?"
"You will never again have the power to do what you have done. None of you. And... you are now mortal."
She raised a hand to her chest, eyes wide. "I... I'll die?"
"You must. All of you. Tiala - creatures that can do what the lot of you did... you cannot have eternal life. You cannot do this again."
Mortal. She spread her hand over her chest, feeling her heart; she looked up at the Father-God, sorrowful but implacable. "Let me die now, then."
This is what happens, but it's not in its final form; the brain drugs are screwing with my head, so my writing here is, as anticipated, substandard.
We're now at $2,330.60!
zarhooie just called to ask Adam to ghost-blog for her because she's run out of ideas. *laugh*
I have had sex with three (3) Adams. Adams are uniformly Good In Bed. Just so you know.