Post by Amelia Rose ★ on Mar 24, 2017 12:40:03 GMT -7
Amelia
Numb. Uncomfortably numbing nothingness...
As I lie awake in the pitch of black I am un-comforted, un-kempt, and generally anxious. She had been gone far too long. All evil and good beings felt her absence, evil felt empty, without purpose. Naturally we killed, but the fun was just gone. Especially for me. I answered to no one... No one, not even her. Though, I'll admit that the methods of my torture and maiming were just little more violent and sadistic in order to amuse her. I lived to put a twisted smile on her face, to hold a tiny part of her blackened heart. She was our Goddess... and we were abandoned. Whatever were we to do without her direct influence?
Some may have chosen my path. To lie, to wait... Wait for her return. Others might have felt the need to keep pushing forward. Spreading the plague of evil in her absence. For a full year now I waited. I killed, but only out of need. There was no one to show off for anymore, so the kills were mundane, very basic and no creative flair that they once held.
Perhaps we were being punished...
The good beings felt her too, or rather, the lack of her presence. They went on with their daily lives, no more fighting. They might never admit it, but they wanted her back too. They needed her just as much as we did. She held the balance for all in the palm of her hand.
The cold stone slab that I laid on was hard, much like myself. I had chosen a small crypt to hold up in... waiting... yearning. I only left to feed, and even then it wasn't nearly as often as it should have been.
Perhaps something had happened to her? But no... no one could have even come close to stealing her away. She was the creator. She was probably busy... like everyone else in this world. I sat up. I was tired of waiting. My clothes were tattered and disintegrating from age. I was going about this the wrong way. Feeling sorry for myself and others like me, waiting for her to return to breathe new life into our worlds... No. We would be the life. We would fight and commit such acts... We would get her attention. We would show her that her world will never die, just because she isn't here to partake in it. We would lit this place on fire, and through the flames she will come to us. She will return to us. Even if it is not in a direct way, she would be with us.
We are her minions. She is our Goddess.
And we will write. We will tell our stories in her world so that it might grow.
I threw the door off the hinges as I left my self imprisonment. I was coming into this world with one purpose. To revive it, the revel in it. And I will gather as many people as I can, and we will shout from the top of our lungs.
We want our home back.