Tabris had anchored himself to a single Lilin. It took three loops for Her to see the pattern, another couple to confirm Her theory. She could try- but what if he was different? What if She couldn't separate from him? It was not worth the risk. She could possess Her children, but he wasn’t Hers. It was possible to meld Her mind with Her creations. Why? Why reset it? What was Tabris doing? He looked at the Earth and took control of Instrumentality, becoming one with Lilth’s descent, and the world was reset. He would remain in the metaphysical space of the in-between until She could think of what to do with him. She seized the moment of his confusion, and in Her righteous fury and fear, She banished him to a coffin on the moon. Removing him from his physical body did not destroy him, it only displaced him, and he appeared again at Her side, in the Realm of the Gods. Had he been more human than angel, it might have worked. When the time came, She took the hand of Unit 01, felt Lilith (it would be Lilith, She knew, who would cause Her grief) and Her children tremble with Her presence, and erased him. He existed outside the pages She had written. She watched him from a distance with something like awe, like apprehension. He should not have existed, and yet he did. #Hand of fate evangelion freeTabris, the angel of free will, born into the very human body of Kaworu Nagisa. (You must understand, for an omniscient Being, it is too embarrassing to admit She did not know it was a possibility.) There was never meant to be a child made from both. Lilith and Adam had their respective children. She watched the events unfold as She knew they would happen, the First Impact wiping out many of Lilith’s descendants, Adam’s children rising to reunite with their Father and claim the world as their own. That they would carry the Fruit of Life and the Fruit of Knowledge. It was written that Lilith and Adam would crash upon the same earth. Demi-gods in their Mother’s making who are unaware of the limits of their power. They are the stars of Her stories, sometimes quite literally, hurtling through space, burning like meteors through the skies of unborn worlds. No one can touch Her Book, not even Her children. It is the Book of Life and it holds every possibility of the galaxies. She wrote its pages as She wrote the laws of existence. The Book, containing everything, is everything, and it is precious to Her. She knows everything that ever was, is, and will be- and She has it all written in a Book. She is quantum physics and the force that drives the metric expansion of the universe. They have called Her many names over the millennia.
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