Post by JasmineNooby on Jan 26, 2022 23:38:46 GMT
The Final Crack.
What did this all powerful Empress do? What did she do to rescue her fated partner, the one she was destined to protect? She killed him. She watched him die in its tendrils. She failed him. Their God failed them.
A shadow far bigger than any skyscraper in New York City appeared. A Dragon's creaking head overshadowing the shattered Empress who was cradling her best friend. Her sword placed through his chest, purple blood staining his already dirty clothes. Abyssal tendrils cracked with warm reds gently pushed themselves from the earth as they wrapped around her dying friend. They slowly pulled him away as they held her back, her defeated cries wailing through the open fields as the winds peacefully hushed her distress. Through blurry eyes she watched as the breathing of her fated one came to a halt, his eyes dulling as the final tears fell. Through her devastated screams a low god-like voice could be heard:
“How did it get to this?”
The Empress screamed her throat dry, coughing and sputtering as her cries cracked the area around her. Yet she pushed the tendrils away, walking up to the family she had to kill. The Ryudemon tugged her blade out as his chest. Ruggedly raising his corpse with the sword, the body hit the ground with a soft thud. The blade turned to dust as she fell to her knees beside him, cradling his empty life as the Dragon, their God, watched with sorrowful eyes. He was riddled with guilt. Her sobs and sniffles turned into grit teeth as she stood holding his body, the rain burning her wings as she covered him with them as she usually would; stopping the rain from burning his already broken corpse. His eyes… something was in one of them… wiggling slightly as she carefully, but suddenly thrusted her hand into his eye, pulling out a reddish pink disgusting creature. It screeched and snapped, it had no eyes, a worm like shape as its head was filled with small dagger-like teeth. It snapped and squealed at the Thing that held it. She crushed it and the remains of his eye.
The Dragon's sight held fear as it watched its creation continue to hug the corpse of her everything, the corpse of her entire world. She was broken. Far far more broken than before her own God hurt her. She had given up. Gently she placed her friend down in front of her, laying him on the weeping grass as she left an Orange Tulip on his chest. Wiping her eyes the Empress inhaled one last deep breath, her ashy wings still covering her lost one as she began to sing. Yet this was no ordinary song, this was not a song of grievance or loss. It was of Destruction. The Dragon sat and watched as his creation, his work, his living being decimated the world he had placed them in. As the song continued she opened her eyes into the rain, her crown of purple blacks and beautiful edges in shiny gold, the centrepiece a smaller All-Seeing eye set in many black, gold-gilded horns showed itself in perfect colours as the last cracks of the world opened up, swallowing them as flames that surpassed a fire-resistant being engulfed the rest of the world. The last smile she gave was filled with sorrow as she closed her weary eyes, falling into the darkness next to her passed friend.
She didn’t pass. The Empress laid in the Abyssal Plains with the God who seemed to have abandoned her. She was alive. He was not. Why did he only save her? The two of them waited in silence as tears welled up in her dull eyes. The Empress’ face became puffy as the tears coated her cheeks, no matter how many times she wiped her face they became covered once more.
The Dragon allowed some tendrils to attempt to comfort her, yet she quickly bashed them away, stepping back as her knees hit the floor. Her breathing hastened before she embraced the ground, falling asleep while sobbing softly from exhaustion. The Broken God sighed as he opened a portal, placing her in a new world again.
One of many to come and go.
What did this all powerful Empress do? What did she do to rescue her fated partner, the one she was destined to protect? She killed him. She watched him die in its tendrils. She failed him. Their God failed them.
A shadow far bigger than any skyscraper in New York City appeared. A Dragon's creaking head overshadowing the shattered Empress who was cradling her best friend. Her sword placed through his chest, purple blood staining his already dirty clothes. Abyssal tendrils cracked with warm reds gently pushed themselves from the earth as they wrapped around her dying friend. They slowly pulled him away as they held her back, her defeated cries wailing through the open fields as the winds peacefully hushed her distress. Through blurry eyes she watched as the breathing of her fated one came to a halt, his eyes dulling as the final tears fell. Through her devastated screams a low god-like voice could be heard:
“How did it get to this?”
The Empress screamed her throat dry, coughing and sputtering as her cries cracked the area around her. Yet she pushed the tendrils away, walking up to the family she had to kill. The Ryudemon tugged her blade out as his chest. Ruggedly raising his corpse with the sword, the body hit the ground with a soft thud. The blade turned to dust as she fell to her knees beside him, cradling his empty life as the Dragon, their God, watched with sorrowful eyes. He was riddled with guilt. Her sobs and sniffles turned into grit teeth as she stood holding his body, the rain burning her wings as she covered him with them as she usually would; stopping the rain from burning his already broken corpse. His eyes… something was in one of them… wiggling slightly as she carefully, but suddenly thrusted her hand into his eye, pulling out a reddish pink disgusting creature. It screeched and snapped, it had no eyes, a worm like shape as its head was filled with small dagger-like teeth. It snapped and squealed at the Thing that held it. She crushed it and the remains of his eye.
The Dragon's sight held fear as it watched its creation continue to hug the corpse of her everything, the corpse of her entire world. She was broken. Far far more broken than before her own God hurt her. She had given up. Gently she placed her friend down in front of her, laying him on the weeping grass as she left an Orange Tulip on his chest. Wiping her eyes the Empress inhaled one last deep breath, her ashy wings still covering her lost one as she began to sing. Yet this was no ordinary song, this was not a song of grievance or loss. It was of Destruction. The Dragon sat and watched as his creation, his work, his living being decimated the world he had placed them in. As the song continued she opened her eyes into the rain, her crown of purple blacks and beautiful edges in shiny gold, the centrepiece a smaller All-Seeing eye set in many black, gold-gilded horns showed itself in perfect colours as the last cracks of the world opened up, swallowing them as flames that surpassed a fire-resistant being engulfed the rest of the world. The last smile she gave was filled with sorrow as she closed her weary eyes, falling into the darkness next to her passed friend.
She didn’t pass. The Empress laid in the Abyssal Plains with the God who seemed to have abandoned her. She was alive. He was not. Why did he only save her? The two of them waited in silence as tears welled up in her dull eyes. The Empress’ face became puffy as the tears coated her cheeks, no matter how many times she wiped her face they became covered once more.
The Dragon allowed some tendrils to attempt to comfort her, yet she quickly bashed them away, stepping back as her knees hit the floor. Her breathing hastened before she embraced the ground, falling asleep while sobbing softly from exhaustion. The Broken God sighed as he opened a portal, placing her in a new world again.
One of many to come and go.
