“I don’t want any trouble,” he said, “just do what I say and we’ll all be tucked up in bed by 11.30.”
There was a bit of bother, the gods were recruiting the demons, well, the job was too big for just them. Inside the ocean hid the elixir of immortality and so, naturally, action must be taken to harvest it.
“Churn the ocean with a big serpent!”, one god shouted from the back. “Wrap the serpent a
round a large churning stick!”, shouted another god, expanding on the idea. “Agreed.” agreed the top tier God, “We’ll pull his tail and the demons can pull the, erm, sharp end. Release the elixir! And so the waters churned and progress was made, but before success come obstacles; the clear waters soon turned milky, and precious stones and metals were liberated by the agitation. The gods and the demons let the riches go by, focused on their prize. They churned hard and they churned fast. Soon the milky waters turned black; as black as night is black. The disturbance releasing a thick, oily, poison, that crept and began its unbound journey, engulfing all that was, that is, and that ever will be. The demons raised an eyebrow and looked at each other. The gods churned harder and faster, get past this inky black hell they thought, the prize is beyond. But the poison took hold, wrapping around their ankles, spreading through their veins and reeking havoc with their minds.
“Halalaham!” Cried a little demon with glee. “Behold! That which unravels the fabric of the universe!”
