There was no God that day. When the sky went bloody and leaked carnage onto the world. All the wrath of sin that lay within its bowels; constipated, splattered across the city eating away at towers, melting the golden idols of faux Gods, and most importantly...turning sinners to cinders.
The Black Star burst, spawning millions of shards that split the wailing bodies of the masses. Those who were not struck by the shards fell prey to the fragile walls and pillars that ruptured and collided into the villagers. And if there were still some after...The big body of the black star; her sharp edges like thorny blades and her mane of bright fury set their bodies ablaze.
Agony was Lord now and she smiled upon her creation as they fled to the valleys where they thought they would find safety but only sank in the molten pits that waited for them. She watched as the Earth devoured the bodies of the damned, gnashing them between her scarlet teeth and soaking them in hot saliva. She saw the mothers cling to their children, begging for the innocent to be spared.. but no one was innocent. Not the lamb of the valley or the soldier of the field. And she hollered out as sulfuric smog choked those unfortunate enough to still be breathing: Burning their eyes red as the black death took what was left of them for herself.
And when she looked down at Gomorrah; she saw that what was done was good and the black star rested in the breast of the city; heaving a final time before her embers went grey and faded into the atmosphere.
...
The days that followed brought with them a deafening silence. A still wind that wandered through the leftovers of society wondering what sin could have been so grave it made the heavens fall. The grey sky erupted with lightning as a storm passed the ruins raining soot upon the fields. The Earth simmered with volcanic violence as wafts of smoke descended into the ether carrying the smell of death on their bodies. The vast expanse of sand crowded the remains, sinking into the pit that once was Gomorrah and carrying with them trinkets of its people; as well as bones and bodies. It was like a mouth had opened up and consumed the city and all that surrounded it drawing deeper into Sheol. If anyone may have witnessed the catastrophe they might have fallen before the sand and wept for forgiveness. But the end of the end had finally come to an end and a great fog covered up the pit.
The dwindled black star fell into primordial sleep.
...
The silences that layered atop one another would drive any man insane. No sound was made for days on end. No bird sang, chirped, or screeched, No bird soared over the valley as though the news of Gomorrah spread upon the wind warning all around to flee. The desert creatures remained hidden too, Some buried in the sandy networks that connected all around the world while others trailed off; travelling forward towards Canaan. For all the weeks, months, and years that passed, the ground remained untrodden and the sand held no footprints of any kind. It only carried with the isolating stillness of lifelessness. That was until
he arrived.
He travelled alone. A pale shawl obscuring his face. His robes dragged with them the sands of foreign lands as he ventured towards the pit. He had nothing to his name but the vague recollection of his childhood, as well as the hymns and legends his mother, passed down through her veins.
He had yet to see the black star.
Nor had he seen it illuminate the night.
He was a virgin to it.
A brisk breeze suddenly caught his robes dragging him forward towards the pit as he tried to ground himself. But it was no use. She tossed his body forward like a tumbleweed casting him towards the lips of Gomorrah before releasing him. He brushes the sand from his body and stands up, his feet mere inches away from the voracious black mouth, still gauzy with fog. The tops of towers stretched out of the pit like teeth with their dark windows where nothing seemed to live. But that was all that could be seen of Gomorrah from where he stood.
So he descended.
Scouring the hole until he saw a collection of rocks shaped vaguely like a staircase and then he took his first steps into the ruins of the city. The sunshine barely seeped through the grey mass of clouds let alone into the bowels of Gomorrah. But nonetheless, he drew himself deeper into her pit feeling the sand crumble beneath his feet and sink into the void.
Yet he descended.
Despite every bone, every charred limb, every disembodied head wailing out to him to flee upwards towards the sunshine. To flee into the soft bosom of paradise; He journeyed forward, a morbid curiosity tugging him deeper into the labyrinth where the Black Star slept. All the world cried out to him in warning
But he descended.
The hood he wore unravelled on the breeze revealing dark hair and even darker eyes as the void greeted him; certain that he would not rise from it. It only took one step before the stone beneath his feet burst like glass and he sank into the Gomorrah, his hand stretched out as he grasped the rocky walls breaking his fall. His legs dangled as he glanced down into the blackness. A solitary ledge waited for him so he let go of the wall and fell to it. His forehead was shiny with sweat as he once more continued
His Descent,
And Gomorrah
welcomed this.
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Saint of Gomorrah
Horror'There was no God that day. When the sky went bloody and leaked carnage onto the world. All the wrath of sin that lay within its bowels; constipated, splattered across the city eating away at towers, melting the golden idols of faux Gods and most im...
