Foreward

"Venge is my dream of a hero and his quest for love. And in this dream I have to do things that scare me.

I am MidKnight, and these are my Knightmares. "

-Sunday, December 13, 2009


Sunday, December 13, 2009

In the beginning...

Man has the power to do anything. Mind over matter, Miracles, & Record breakers are just some examples of this. So why not god?



God was man. A man named, God. He was not the first of his kind, but he was the first of our kind. He was able to breach reality and became unhappy with the way things were. So it is that he started over. A painful amount of time passed before he became consumed with loneliness. He created a partner, equal in every way to himself, but possessing physical qualities most appealing to him. He called her Wogod and loved her.

Wogod came into being possessing all the power of God and loved him in return. As time passed she began to question her place in reality. She sought to create new and chaotic things as she had not experienced them before.

God soon became taxed with maintaining reality that needed to create watchers and guardians to assist in keeping up with Wogod's machinations. Gods Angels. Wogod then became displeased. She did not like being ruled over and professed her abilities as Gods equal. She did not like being considered a child who was created and instead considered herself the same as God with the exception that she just arrived later. She claimed Angels for her own and insisted that she be referred to as Lilith and that none should make further reference to Wogod.

In Lilith's excitement, she wanted to create beings of her own, but all solo attempts had failed. It took the combined power of herself and God to create man and woman.

Time progressed where Lilith continued to venture out on her own leaving God to only watch. She did wish for him to follow with her but knew that he had other duties. On one such occasion Lilith was able to convince God to follow with her into the shadows of her creation. It is true that God is all seeing and all knowing in his reality, but he now shared this reality with Lilith. God was shocked by what he saw. As Gods equal, Lilith had also became his opposite. Harnessing power equal to Gods, Lilith was able to conceal things from him that she knew would displease him. Things that she, herself, was ashamed of, but could not deny their affect on her. And in that moment, God cast his eyes once more on debauchery and vileness the likes of which he had not seen since he had started over. Normally calm and composed, God was consumed by the emotions of Lilith's creations. It a fit of overwhelming disappointment and rage, God undid Lilith.

Everything that Lilith had created and influenced vanished. All save for Gods memory of her. And he did mourn her undoing. He did love her after all. She was his equal, his soul mate, and half of his being died when she went away. Only the observation and guidance of their combined creations kept God from undoing it all again. Man and woman survived and progressed and procreated.

Lilith was able to find herself, and willed her being to exist again. She was extremely hurt by God. She too loved him and only ever wanted to please him. But she could not deny that she was unable to do so. In this moment of self awareness, discovery, and emotion an immaculate event occurred. God and Lilith had a child. So strong was their love for each other. So powerful was their disappointment in each other. And so true was their inability to accept it all. Just as God created Lilith out of loneliness and spilt himself in two, so too did they create from their confliction. The Ungod was born. Ungod became a balancing force between its parents. And, with the power of God split into three equal parts, balance was attained. A universe on the brink of undoing itself was, in the exact instant it was going to be destroyed, saved.

God established order. Lilith established chaos. And the Ungod established order where chaos was unraveling, and chaos where things became stale.

God embodied goodness. Lilith embodied vileness. And the Ungod embodied stubbornness.

MidKnightmares

I have recently been reengaged in my original comic book (as will happen every so often). And, after reviewing a friends blog about his own documented journey of writing, I felt it would be a good idea to have a journal of my own exploits and adventures down this agonising path of original story/world creation. I have been working on this character for approximately 15 years now. In a nutshell: His name is Venge, The Death Dancer, he is a Crow/Kabuki/Blade Dancer mix, and he is absolutely mad (crazy and angry). And his story is bigger than just himself.

It took me a bit of time to realise that in my own fictional world, I get to create what is real. Things, that in our world would be considered unheard of and impossible, are mine to explain away or in greater detail. This is the power that a creator gets. And it scares me.
If I were to say that, in my world, the air is so dense and humid that animals such as dolphins, sea lions, and whales move about freely through it. Not only is that notion impossible to conceive in our world, but I must then think about the impact that would have on other things in this world.
But, it goes deeper than flying sea mammals. What about creating or reinventing modern gods? Quite easy to do in a fantasy setting such that is portrayed in medieval fantasy novels. I only say this, because I am about to rewrite the beginning of time... and I never thought I would, myself, have to play god... Or did I? I suppose all artists (writers, painters and such) have to take on the role of god to create. Creaters have to become Creators. In fact I stated it above: 'This is the power a creator gets. And it scares me'.
It scares me, because I know I am chalk full of ideas. I love imagining new and different things. But, I never conceived that an idea of mine would have to be believed with absolute faith. When you read a fictional piece of work, you yourself are taking the authors imagery at face value. And to the greater extreme, an authors goal is to write something so compelling as to have you, the reader, place yourself in the story. An author must make you believe in the characters and the story, no matter how 'far fetched'.
I have personal beliefs that differ from the mainstream. I truly believe in them, but I would never try to convince someone else of them. They are difficult to live with and can destroy a person. I have accepted them as true and have left room for you to believe in what you will. Anything is possible. And my job as a creator is to convince you of the possibilities, 'And it scares me.'

Venge is my dream of a hero and his quest for love. And in this dream I have to do things that scare me.

I am MidKnight, and these are my Knightmares.