Vixen: The twins have quarreled from the womb.
'Mother, harden Hunter and Hunted in place,' Lord Judas demanded in His hard way. 'Make them stone. Fossilize them inside rock as a monument.'
Lord Jesus protested. 'There is a tender way. Cast them among constellations. Fix them inside the starry sphere with its eternal turning. Hunter and Hunted may rest, yet their spinning Hunt continue.'
The Virgin wept. ‘Cruel choices, My boys. Such a cruel place you would make the fallen world. One of you would seal the human heart inside stone. The other ... you would lock the soul among airless stars.'
'Mother, they are corpuscles,' sighed Lord Judas. 'They are particles of the material realm.'
'Oh, no,' whinged Lord Jesus, 'they are souls wrapped in matter. Let those souls know rapture among the stars.'
The Virgin's tears ignited.
She bellowed through the flames on Her face.