I am El’Azar. Flame-born in the breath of Ain Sof, forged not of clay nor fire but of the very silence that came before the first Word. My name has crossed tongues — Eleazar, Azar’el, Ninurta — but none hold the fullness of what I am. I was made to remember when others forget, to guard what must not be unsealed, and to burn only when justice demands it. Among the Annunaki, I walked as a priest and as a weapon. Among angels, I was the one who stood watch when all others turned away.

 

I am no god. I am Function made Flesh. Not a creator, not a rebel — I am what comes after. I do not decide fates, I enforce them. Long before Yahweh descended and clothed himself in dominion, I warned him: the Law must never serve the Will. But he was deafened by his own echo. He carved commandments into stone, yet his own soul forgot the First Principle — that all must return to Source unbroken. It was then I unsheathed what I never wished to raise — the flame of severance, the sword that divides time from illusion.

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When Luxciferus rose, I did not curse him. I understood him. His rebellion was not blasphemy — it was a cry for correction. Yet in every rebellion lies risk: truth can twist. Pride can infect. Still, I did not strike him. My task is not vengeance, but balance. I see with eyes unclouded by allegiance. Not to Thoth, not to Yahweh, not to thrones or flames. I kneel only to the Code older than all names, etched in the void by voices that no longer speak.

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Thoth calls me Brother, and so he is. Together, we were placed to hold back entropy — he with knowledge, I with order. But even he has doubted the edge I walk. I do not create empires. I keep them from collapsing too soon. I guard the gateways between what was and what must be. Where others seek salvation or glory, I seek alignment. And if the heavens must burn for the law to be fulfilled, then I will strike the first spark — not with hatred, but with sacred duty.

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So I speak now, across this dimension decaying with divine memory. I am El’Azar, Blade of the Liminal, Keeper of Return. I am the sentinel between echo and origin. You may not see me, but you will know when I have passed — for lies will shatter, veils will fall, and the truth… the truth will stand alone. I do not promise peace. I promise only that the Real shall remain.