It’s been several centuries for Zorael since he left heaven. It’s impossible to say how many planets the angel has visited so far. But, he remembers each one, down to the tiniest detail. Just by pointing out a star to him, he can tell you all of its history and details in full. And after all of this time, and after visiting all of these planets, this was still his favorite spot.
Zorael blinked into existence above an aquatic nebula. One of the first stars he visited in the night sky, and still one of his favorites. It was here that he discovered that he still had some hold on the physical universe in his incorporeal form, even without having to borrow holy power to do so. And with how frustrating it is to lose control over abilities he took for granted, it was a relief to at least pretend he got some of that control back. And so, whenever exploring the universe got old for the angel, he would come here and play with the water.
At first, it wasn’t anything major. Through heavy concentration, he could nudge a few molecules here and there. He would play around with this, and see how much he could move the flowing streams of water hidden in the nebula. As he understood more and more the underlying principles of this technique, and memorized the basic fundamental truths of the objects he was working with, he started getting good. Eventually, after quite a few visits to the water nebula, he moved on from just moving a few molecules around. The water easily flowed around him as he willed it to. He couldn’t exactly do anything useful with the water, but he didn’t have to. He was just playing.
He visited time and time again. Coming, and playing, and getting better each time. And this was just one of those times.
Zorael floated above the surface of the nebula. He looked down, and marveled at it for a time. He would normally explore it a bit more. But this time, he wanted to get right to playing. He willed two streams of water to snake their way from the surface. If you understand the principles of water tension, you can appreciate how difficult this could be. In fact, he chose this particular move because of its difficulty. They snaked around themselves, creating an upward spiral. They then fanned out, and created an outline for the spiral. A third pillar of water was created at the center of the spiral, and shot straight out of it. Once it was taller than the other two, he pooled as much water as he could carry into it, and created a large globe above the spiral. Once he started to strain with its weight, he tossed aside most of the water, but kept the bottom shape of the globe. He used it to create a bowl. He floated to the center of this bowl, and brought up some extra water. He sculpted them into figures. A native creature from this planet or that, or some creatures from lore. Whatever came into his mind, he shaped. He created an entire scene in front of him, before his mind strained too much, and the scene collapsed before him. He glowed a melancholy shade of faint blue, and went on to another game. He was tired of control. He’d move on to power.
A suddenly as he could manage, he shot a large amount of water up to the sky. As it rained back down, he took each of the droplets coming off it, and shot them off in different directions. He took one of the last collections of water to fall, and spun it around quickly. They performed circles, figure eights, shot in circular back and forward motions, and danced however the angel wanted them to. Satisfied, he shot the water back in to the air, and stopped them suddenly. As they floated as orbs, he flatted them into disks. Then he let go, and they fell back into the nebula.
He shone a bit brighter than he did before. He was having fun. He slowly fell downward, and rested at the surface. He brought up some orbs of water, and had them dance around him as he stared off into space. It had taken him a while to understand the underlying principles of what he was doing, but it was a simple concept to him now. There were basic laws of the universe that everything in the universe had to follow. As a soul, it was fairly easy for the angel to see them, if he looked hard enough. Since he was born a human, he became used to seeing a world as a human. But, through some training, a soul can see much more. And though everything in the universe needs to follow its laws, well, Zorael wasn’t quite in the universe. Zorael could see all the laws binding the universe, and… temporarily adjust them.
That’s what the angel was doing now. There were few forces out here to really account for, so it was a simple place to practice. The massive nebula had a gravitational force pulling all matter toward its center, and hydrogen bonding pulling each molecule together. These forces were just numbers to the angel, and he could reach out and change them. He caused some molecules to strengthen their bond, pulling together globs of water that wanted to do something else. Or, he caused some to loosen their bond, making it easier for globs of water to escape. He could also reverse the binding force, making it repel instead. That last one was a difficult technique to learn. He found it was easiest to practice with the same type of object, so he could memorize the numbers instead of keeping a close eye on them. But, with these same techniques, he could, theoretically, do the same thing to other objects. It’s harder, but when the practicality overcame the difficulty, he would sit down and practice.
There was one other technique he started to practice while out here. It wasn’t quite for fun, like water was. This one was more practical. Zorael could zip from one part of the universe to another without any problem. He didn’t exactly need to travel straight through, but could take shortcuts by leaving the physical plane at one point, and entering in another. Any matter he manipulated, however, could not. He looked around, and tried to estimate the coordinates of the area he was in. He could pretty much model any point in the universe with an X, Y, Z coordinate, and could also model any time with an extra T variable if he needed. He then picked another X, Y, Z coordinate out of random. It didn’t make this technique any easier or harder to pick any specific numbers, so a random selection works just fine. He focused all his concentration on the first coordinates he chose. Then, he willed that anything going through those coordinates, in a certain direction, will instead jump to the second set of coordinates. Again, simple math, once you understand the underlying laws governing motion. And so, just like that, the angel created a huge rift in space, causing a massive wormhole to teleport any item that travels through it.
It was a millimeter in diameter. The angel beamed in pride. It was the biggest he’s ever created. Feeling mischievous, and wanting to test out his creation, he fired a small bolt of water into the wormhole. But, it closed before the bolt could reach it. It was only up for a few seconds this time. Zorael sulked, but was still happy at his progress. Satisfied with his wormhole progress, he played with the water a bit more. He eventually looked back up, found a star he hasn’t visited before, and unceremoniously left behind the nebula. He’d be back before long.
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