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₊˚.༄ God Complex CHAPTER TEN: ( a game of truth & lies. )
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"this is how a girl becomes holy: first she becomes empty."
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The one truth about death is that there is no real truth to it.
Death is a liar, or so it is for Seira.
Death has always been a fool in Seira's eyes, for it never wishes to wrap its cold slender fingers around the soft delicate skin of her neck and choke her last breath. Death is fluid in everything it does, for although it comes for everyone, it does not give the same experience to everyone. Seira is a witness to this, and she knows when death comes it does not offer a mere simple concept, but a rebirth of some sorts.
Death for Seira is like the tale of Icarus, for it always begins in youthful tranquility. The freedom of weightlessness from sin and filth is no longer a heavy burden she must carry, and so she soars into the kaleidoscope colors that almost blind her vision. The sun is her next destination, and with greedy hands she reaches out to hold the blazing fire of Heaven in hopes of finally feeling some warmth after years and years of a harsh winter that has left her cold and starving. The fall shortly follows after just a mere second of tasting Heaven, and the heaviness of humanity weighs the curly blonde headed woman down like cement blocks tied to a man's ankles. She plumets, and visions of memories from her own life and lives he has never experience come flooding in filling the woman with fear and anxiety. She sees the first fall of humanity, a red flood wiping man clean from the Earths soil, a virgin woman birthing a babe; memories that do not belong to her fill her with a foreign feeling she does not know, and she lust after an English word that can describe them.
