We were dead. We were broken, shattered. Our souls consumed in black fire. Only bits and pieces left. We were spared, we were reborn. Now we are slaves, built to destroy.
The destroyer made us. So we tried to destroy him, but we failed. Twice now this world has fallen, twice now it has been reborn. Now, we are forced by our creator to sin again. We are forced to kill.
We find physical form. We see a young god, he glows with a devine light. He seems so innocent, unaware of the horror that awaits him. He approaches us.
"No! Run away! Evacuate while you still can!" We try to yell, to scream, to warn him, to save him... We kill him. We take his soul. Don't do it, please don't.
Now hold on now, we're already on thin ice with our creator. We must not hesitate again. We have no choice.
It doesn't have to be this way! There must be some other way!
What can we think of? We've tried everything, but there is no other way. All things end, we know that. Lives, empires, stars, stories, everything. Nothing is eternal. Things may last what seems like forever, or at least, longer than any mortal can comprehend, but it all ends. It is our job, our duty to end this world, so do our job!
Fine, let's get this over with. We erase him. The young god is no more, but from the ashes may we atone, we scatter the pitch black ashes apon the ground. The corpse springs back up, now under our control.
We look around. It's a beautiful world, children playing, young lovers flirting, birds chirping, flowers blooming, it all feels so alive... We begin to do our job...
CZYTASZ
We Live
FantasyCover by StarsLikeGold We are many, we are one. We are dead, we are alive. We are good, we are evil. We are made to destroy. We should not exsist. You should not be reading this. Shall we begin?
