At the moment the Sovereign of the Cosmos embraced justice and order, heaven and earth, within and beyond the universe, were completely shrouded by the most sacred, most solemn auspicious vision.
In a single instant, thick black clouds utterly wrapped the entire universe.
At a glance, the whole cosmos seemed like a pane of black glass polished to the utmost purity and depth.
This ultimate darkness did not devour; it was a silence returning to the origin. It veiled the light of all stars and held the world's breath.
Yet within this supreme stillness, all things began a higher-dimensional resonance.
At first, across the firmament, there was not the roar of thunder, but a tremor born from the deepest strata of existence itself.
Then the first light did not rudely tear through the dark; it gently bloomed, like a lotus, from the deepest layer of the cloud.
This was no ordinary lightning, but a deep manifestation of the lines of order, the first visible form of the universe's most fundamental logic.
The God-King's thunder now was no mere flicker of energy. It became countless, ceaselessly surging golden rivers of light that flowed quietly within the chaotic sea of clouds.
Within each current of light was borne the Creator God-King's supreme will.
This light, solemn and sacred as at the dawn of creation, used itself as the pen to sketch the universe's most basic laws, structures, and rules.
Silent, formless, intangible, it nevertheless spread irresistibly in higher dimensions beyond time and space, weaving across the vast cosmos and endless star-rivers a most sacred warp and weft of destiny that covered all existence.
Only then did the sound of thunder slowly rise from the end of the heavens. It was no longer the bellow of majesty and destruction, but the most sacred, most solemn hymn of creation, sounded when the laws of thunder and the statutes of order united.
Each peal of thunder opened a glorious epic and carried an absolute, unshakable voice of justice stemming from Themis.
Amid this boundless symphony, lightning's radiance and order's law entwined and intermingled.
They were no longer two separate entities, but two primordial streams of light, like twin dragon and phoenix coiling and pursuing through heaven and cosmos, at last meeting with a crash at the world's center—upon Olympus's peak—interlacing and joining as one.
In that instant, endless light, immeasurable light, boundless light, limitless light, unhindered light, joyful light, wisdom's light, awakened light, pure light, light of ten thousand laws—an infinity of sacred lightning emblematic of the universe's tenfold perfection—shot forth from the clouds of creation. In the blink of an eye, their brilliance shone evenly upon every corner of the universe.
The three realms and three domains—sky, earth, underworld, sea—were all completely covered by the radiance of this sacred thunder of order. The entire cosmos turned from black glass into a kingdom of light.
In that moment there was no earthshaking explosion, only a silent, gentle confluence.
Thunder's power became the forge of creation, smelting the will of justice; justice's edge became the holy stylus, etching order's maxims upon the source-laws of all things.
Where the thunder rolled, unprecedented vitality burst forth from the long-silent divinity of all beings. Henceforth, life would flourish within sacred ordinances.
Where the lightning swept, misaligned star-paths were gently corrected. Henceforth, the universe would move serenely within eternal order.
As bolts cracked, wisdom's spiritual fire kindled within benighted chaos. Henceforth, civilization would set sail beneath the enlightening thunder of order.
From the sky fell a sacred golden drizzle, each drop infused with purifying power that washed away all filth, decay, and discord of the world.
From earth and underworld welled newborn springs, each stream flowing with the joy of evolution, nourishing the flesh and souls of all living things.
All past disorder, every mistake, every misfit, was reshaped by the God-King's new order.
This was the world's joy, the cosmos's own evolution and perfection—an image of order in existence triumphing over the disorder of nothingness.
In this moment, thunder was no longer a blind, inscrutable force. Under Themis's guidance it became precise, orderly, and filled with compassion.
Justice was no longer a hollow, brittle maxim. Stirred by thunder, it gained the supreme majesty to execute and to adjudicate all.
The two great powers entwined at the universe's center, upon Olympus's peak, in an elegant, solemn, upward spiral.
Their union was the perfect fusion of authority and law, the supreme unity of divine right and rule, the ultimate manifestation of power and mercy.
Bathed in this sacred vision, all things seemed to return to the purest origin of creation, endowed anew with fresh life and higher meaning.
Harmony and justice.
When this sacred union reached its zenith, the world erupted with an ultimate marvel beyond any language to describe or mind to fathom.
From the heart of their joining rose three beams of light brimming with infinite mystery.
They were the new great goddesses representing the God-King's supreme will, the embodiment of the cosmos's concept of the future—the Three Fates (Moirai).
The first rumble was like a spinning wheel beginning to turn—that was the birth of Clotho.
With her advent, time and space first gained a framework to bear the thread of future.
She drew all things and beings into the God-King's new order, and, using chaos as her raw material, began to spin the threads of destiny, weaving every possible future.
The second beam, balanced like a scale—that was the birth of Lachesis.
With her advent, the future's length and weight gained yardsticks.
Thus the world filled with orderly causality and rule. Under her just measurement, all beings could manifest their strength and express the value of their existence.
The third bolt, decisive as a pair of shears—that was the birth of Atropos.
With her advent, endings gained a final, unalterable verdict.
Thus the world received an irreversible terminus and transformation. The past could not be traced, what had happened could not be changed, time could not flow backward. All must end; what has a beginning must have an end.
From then on, every thunderclap became the grand celestial music of the Fates' spinning wheel and opening shears, while Themis's light of justice became wisdom's lamp in their hands, guiding the weaving of each life-thread.
And all things, without exception, would proceed absolutely and beyond dispute under the will of Zeus.
Zeus, great father of Fate.
Yet the sacred begetting was still not finished.
After the All-Knowing God-King and Order's Justice bore the three great goddesses who govern destiny's order, three equally resplendent lights continued to burgeon within their sacred union.
At last, three more beams rose. They were a new manifestation of law, the new order of the cosmos incarnate in the world, the God-King's merciful justice made sacred within the universe—the Three Horae.
The first gentle beam, like the first hint of dawn—that was the birth of Eunomia.
Goddess of discipline, law, and good order, her advent gave civilization rules and disciplines to follow; thus the world grew harmonious and well-ordered.
The second keen beam, like balance cast by a scale—that was the birth of Dike.
Goddess of justice, she oversees the execution of human law and punishes all injustice with righteous majesty. Her advent gave justice a measure, filling the world with fairness and morality.
The third warm beam, like new green sprouting upon an olive branch—that was the birth of Eirene.
Goddess of peace, she symbolizes the prosperity and tranquility born of order and justice. Her advent gave peace its firmest foundation, filling the world with calm and serenity.
They were not only goddesses of just order; they were also goddesses of the primordial order of time.
When spring buds break the soil on cue, when autumn fruits ripen as appointed, when all beings rest in their season, time ceases to be chaos's devouring stream and becomes a rational measure that can be counted and expected.
Within the cycle of the sacred twelve months, the seasonal norms that guide the birth, growth, and rest of all beings were born.
Eunomia—season of sowing (season of lawmaking); Dike—season of growth (season of justice); Eirene—season of harvest (season of peace).
Henceforth, from sowing ideals (season of sowing), to practicing conviction (season of growth), to reaping results (season of harvest), the trajectory of all beings would spiral upward under these three goddesses' eternal song.
They preside over day and night's alternation and the cycle of the seasons—not a simple natural phenomenon, but the cosmos taming disorder once again.
Each return of the sowing season is not mere repetition; it bears the memory and lessons of the last harvest. Every change of season brings the track of existence closer to more perfect order.
This is no meaningless repetition, but a spiral ascent of cyclical progress, gathering all experience under order.
The cycle of time's order is no cage, but a great stair that allows existence to accumulate, settle, and ultimately leap.
Civilization transcends through repetition, existence evolves through cycles, order perfects itself through transformation.
Flowers open in their time, rivers follow their channels; sacred order becomes the spontaneous rhythm of all things.
With their footsteps, the Horae grant flowing time a beginning and an end, growth and restraint, raising existence from meaningless passing to purposeful unfolding.
Justice's order, time's order—everything is combed under the Horae's care.
The cosmos's essence is not chaotic accident, but orderly necessity; time is not empty drift, but a vessel for law; justice is not abstraction, but a fruit that must ripen within temporal order.
Facing chaos, nothingness, and impermanence, the universe spirals upward with its sacred rhythm toward a clearer, more just, more abundant existence.
This evolution is the world's deepest joy, existence's eternal striving toward what ought to be.
Themis's scales represent the inner order of existence, while Zeus's thunder represents the sacred law that transcends it.
Within the world Zeus governs all time's order, and beyond the world he ordains it. He reveals himself through time's rhythm.
Zeus, great father of Time and Order.
As the clouds began to lift, a band of prismatic light spanned the three realms and three domains, suspended in the heavens.
It was the eternal crystal born of the fusion of sanctity, justice, order, and thunder.
Within the band swam countless miniature seeds of worlds, each growing by rule, balancing by justice, shining with sanctity.
This was not reconstruction after destruction, but the glorious luminous evolution of existence's order fully awakened.
Thunder was no longer the end of judgment, but the warm lifeblood in which law flows; order no longer a cold constraint, but the beautiful contour in which all things freely unfold; justice no longer a distant, hollow yardstick, but the God-King's supreme will of fair righteousness that every being must obey.
All the gods of the universe, upon Mount Olympus, bore witness with their own eyes to this great, world-founding moment.
Zeus's thunder was no longer only a symbol of power and force, but the eternal, gentle guardianship of justice and order.
As the marvel waned and thunder's voice fell silent, the sacred radiance wholly merged into all things.
The world became firmer, brighter, and more orderly.
Every breath of wind carried whispers of justice, every mote shimmered with order's glow, and all things and beings were tightly linked to this new network of order. Everything gained an indelible stamp of destiny.
This was not an end.
This was the splendid prelude to a great new age, the majestic opening of sacred law and the myriad things of the world advancing in harmony.
The world grew clear through destiny's guidance, stable through order's bounds, and welcomed its true, glorious evolution through this sacred union.
The God-King Zeus's all-encompassing sacred just Divine Order, and the rule-web of the Divine Network he wove, now, at last, in the final forms of fate and temporal order, fully drew all things into themselves.
Justice and order had become the fundamental laws of the universe's operation.
This was the true sacred just order belonging to the God-King.
All is within it.
An age of law, order, justice, and hope had arrived.
And the God-King Zeus, having gained the existence of reality and the totality of the past, at last also gained the future of destiny and the temporal order of existence.
The All-Knowing God-King had drawn near to absolute omniscience.
The invincible God-King became more invincible still.
The All-Knowing Supreme God-King and the goddess of sacred just order—their earthshaking sacred union lasted a full ten days and nights.
The three Fates born in its midst first appeared as three pure, immaculate maiden goddesses.
But soon, to better fulfill their supreme duties, under the guidance of their own natures they evolved new aspects.
Clotho, the Spinner (the primal Weaver), changed little: still a maiden with spindle and distaff, her eyes bright as newborn stars.
The spindle in her hand was a great creative artifact containing infinite possibility; the distaff was the scepter of fate for combing and controlling destiny's trajectories.
Lachesis, the Dispenser (the Decider of Life), became somewhat older in form, a radiant matron whose gaze brimmed with wisdom and compassion, holding a scroll that records all things and a rule marked by a golden measure.
Her scroll records the length and weight of the lives of all beings; the golden rule measures the deserved fortunes and variables within fate.
As for Atropos, the Unturning One (the Ender of Life), the maiden of stunning charm at her first birth now turned her bright eyes slyly and became a crone with a withered face lined with wrinkles, wearing a chilling, mysterious smile.
She held a great bronze shears whose closing sparked a blue flame of souls, emblematic of endings.
These shears could precisely sever the terminal moment of destiny's thread, setting an unchangeable, absolute period upon each being and every event.
She represented life's end, the necessity of death, and fate's final judgment.
Spindle, distaff, scroll, rule, shears—these were tools of creation and destruction alike, and, within the universe's new order, the most direct symbols of the God-King's mastery over all, supreme artifacts reflecting his majesty and mercy.
Clotho might use the distaff to wind destiny's threads into what seems an inescapable cage; yet her spindle is forever weaving a brand-new beginning.
Lachesis's scroll may already have written the fates of all lives; yet the rule in her hand forever leaves room for free will to twist and turn.
Atropos's shears can coldly snip an unfinished dream; yet they can as mercifully end unbearable suffering.
Clotho weaves the future in the present; Atropos cuts the past in the future.
Lachesis, in the now, tells you: write every moment well, for only with a past and a present can the desired future be realized.
Clotho signifies the start of fate that cannot be chosen; Atropos, the end of fate that cannot be escaped; yet Lachesis's existence still grants all life the highest dignity.
Though fate exists and its destined ending will come, the process of living is not foreordained. All beings still possess the right to strive against fate.
Brilliant life can, upon the highest destiny's loom, carve a deep and unique eternal mark by its own will.
This is the greatest grace the All-Father of all beings, the supremely good God-King Zeus, bestows upon creation.
Just as the primal lord of spirit, at his final moment, did not erase all, but mercifully granted spiritual freedom to all beings.
Now the new All-Father likewise generously grants to all the choice to experience and influence fate.
Free will will forever belong to all beings.
The ending will come, but how it ends will be written by life itself.
As for the Horae, the three maiden goddesses who represent discipline, justice, and peace—their essential divinity is eternally pure, noble, bright, immaculate, radiant, sacred, majestic, and benevolent.
Thus they underwent no change, keeping forever their pure maiden forms.
They are the goddesses who maintain nature's cycles and civilization's basic order—the most faithful executors of the universe's fundamental law—absolutely just, absolutely sacred, absolutely immaculate. Hence they are eternal virgins, bringing the God-King's justice and mercy to all existence.
The three goddesses of fate, as sub-administrators of the Divine Order, will forever assist their mother Themis in supervising and adjudicating all the universe.
And the three Horae, as direct maintainers of the universe's Divine Order, help their mother guide the cosmos's steady operation.
These six newborn goddesses endowed with supreme authority exchanged a knowing smile after their birth, then quietly bowed and withdrew from the temple, not disturbing their divine parents' happiness and tenderness.
Zeus held his beloved goddess tightly, feeling the cool breath quicken against his cheek as he nuzzled the justice goddess's flushed, burning face.
In a warm voice he said, "My love, I have finally truly gained you. Look—how lovely our children are."
"With our six dear children assisting you, even if the universe's affairs grow ever more numerous, you won't be so weary."
The goddess Themis, utterly immersed in her beloved God-King's boundless love, felt a gratitude beyond words.
Zeus truly kept nothing back, boldly granting her everything all gods of the universe dreamed of.
To put it bluntly, she was the undisputed executive vice–God-King of the universe.
Power firmly in hand.
In matters where Zeus did not personally intervene, all jurisprudence and order of the cosmos lay within her grasp.
Even the first wife Metis, the gentle, beautiful Dione, or the all-knowing Mnemosyne had not received such substantive, exalted honor.
Of course, the goddess of sacred justice and order would never abuse her power one iota.
Otherwise, Zeus would never have entrusted her with governance nearly equal to the entire universe.
For the sacred goddess of justice, whether Zeus or all gods of the cosmos—indeed, all existence—everyone trusts her absolutely.
The God-King might run wild, but Lady Justice will not.
Zeus cannot even guarantee he won't go astray, but Zeus absolutely trusts Themis.
And Themis's ability is beyond question. With trifles given to her and the children, he himself is far more at ease.
Which means he gains much more free time.
The alluring Themis wholly yielded to her beloved God-King's every motion, pressing her entire divine body softly against Zeus.
Like the ice layer atop a sacred snow peak, unmelted for ten thousand years, at last turning under the blazing sun into a gently flowing spring—crystalline and tender.
Words she had never spoken before, now touched with a charming lilt, flowed from her bright, delicate lips: "Zeus… my God-King, my beloved… how fortunate I am."
"As the embodiment of order, to have a lord such as you—what more could I ask?"
"O Zeus, my only love, my eternal lord, Themis here swears by her divinity: you are forever my only one."
"Great Zeus, my beloved, I love you so much."
Zeus's thunder-bearing hands moved slowly over flawless alabaster.
Hearing Themis's burning confession, he was in an instant deeply, utterly moved by the goddess of justice's firmest, most unquestionable words.
Spoken by different deities, the same words differ utterly in weight and meaning.
From the mouth of the goddess who symbolizes absolute justice and order, such words of love bore a force even Zeus could not withstand.
He felt unending tenderness fill his heart and chest, softening him as never before.
Yet by the God-King's conservation law, hardness of heart does not vanish—it merely moves elsewhere.
Closely entwined, the two gods stirred a wave of even hotter, stronger divine power that Themis sensed with perfect clarity.
The alluring Themis rolled her eyes at Zeus with pampered fondness and a touch of helplessness.
Yet in her beloved lord's arms, strong as she was, there was only surrender without reservation.
She was too moved by all Zeus had done for her, and had long loved to the utmost this God-King she knew to be unfaithful yet who loved her deeply.
In the God-King's embrace, Lady Justice's sacred body gently shifted, and she did something quite transgressive.
Order boldly leaned over the God-King, taking the initiative to attend to her beloved lord, bringing unsurpassed delight to one already stirred.
To love a god is to bring him joy.
Before her true sovereign, order's justice lacked no initiative.
With a satisfied, blissful sigh, Zeus accepted this unprecedented initiative of sacred order with perfect ease of conscience.
He praised her silently in his heart. Truly, Themis—what prowess. Worthy of today's universe's steady top five, perhaps even contending for the top three among the mighty goddesses (besides Zeus).
A full ten days and nights, and still so proactively exerting initiative—her vigor and passion truly deserve acclaim.
If it were dear Metis, she might have been reduced to pure defense in half the time, with no strength to counter.
Even the all-knowing Mnemosyne, after nine sleepless days and nights, would still beg mercy.
Though, whoever it may be, before the Lord of Thunder, in the end all are inevitably overwhelmed and utterly routed.
Two more blissful days later, Zeus finally returned to the gods' feast together with Lady Themis—radiant and dazzling enough to astonish all gods—and their six newborn children.
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