07-11-2018, 08:21 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; padding: 10px; height: auto; overflow: auto;"][div style="width: 400px; padding: 0px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica;"]death was something that no longer fazed him. it didn't hurt quite as much, didn't leave him as afraid or lost as it had the first time, or second. it was simply something that happened. he knew, deep down, that he would be back. eventually he would get tired of drifting through space. eventually he would long to be with others again, whether or not he knew them. he didn't want to be alone forever. he didn't want to ache anymore, and oh, how he ached. forever torn between wishing he was dead and wishing he could feel his lover's kiss once more. in truth, he had nothing to live for. no purpose in life, nothing he needed to accomplish, and yet he was cursed to always come back.
no rest for the wicked, right?
darkness enveloped the creature forged of hellfire once more, sight consumed by the empty blackness. at times he wished he wasn't blind; wished that one day he would be blessed with sight upon entering a new body, but it such a thing could not be granted to a creature as wretched as he. so he pushed ever on, wandering aimlessly through this new, unknown world, unsure of what to do with himself. seek a new home—oh, how he hated that word—was the first thing to come to mind. so he pressed on, trudging through thick underbrush, head low and swaying with each step.
hours passed, perhaps days. time meant nothing to a timeless being; he couldn't tell how long it had been, didn't know if it had been minutes or eons since he had died. that didn't matter anymore, did it? even if it hadn't been long, there wasn't a chance in the world that he would see any of his friends again. it hurt to know he was so far from lirim again; at least in the old world, he could visit his husband's grave, be as close with him again as he likely would ever again. but here... there was no grave. no garden of flowers, carefully tended and loved. in part, that had been what kept him sane. but the demon didn't know how long he would last here.
the ageless beast lifted his head upon breaching scent markers. at least he wasn't alone in this world. sightless eyes blinked slowly. in truth, he didn't know if he wanted to be here. didn't know if he wanted to be anywhere. a part of him simply wanted to lay down and die again, but he knew he would just come back. a soft sigh slipped past the dire wolf's lips as he padded a few more steps into the territory, finally halting where a bit of sun peered through the canopy and illuminated his ebony fur. "bubonicplague," the creature rumbled out, voice monotonous. might as well answer the question before it was asked. "here to join."
no rest for the wicked, right?
darkness enveloped the creature forged of hellfire once more, sight consumed by the empty blackness. at times he wished he wasn't blind; wished that one day he would be blessed with sight upon entering a new body, but it such a thing could not be granted to a creature as wretched as he. so he pushed ever on, wandering aimlessly through this new, unknown world, unsure of what to do with himself. seek a new home—oh, how he hated that word—was the first thing to come to mind. so he pressed on, trudging through thick underbrush, head low and swaying with each step.
hours passed, perhaps days. time meant nothing to a timeless being; he couldn't tell how long it had been, didn't know if it had been minutes or eons since he had died. that didn't matter anymore, did it? even if it hadn't been long, there wasn't a chance in the world that he would see any of his friends again. it hurt to know he was so far from lirim again; at least in the old world, he could visit his husband's grave, be as close with him again as he likely would ever again. but here... there was no grave. no garden of flowers, carefully tended and loved. in part, that had been what kept him sane. but the demon didn't know how long he would last here.
the ageless beast lifted his head upon breaching scent markers. at least he wasn't alone in this world. sightless eyes blinked slowly. in truth, he didn't know if he wanted to be here. didn't know if he wanted to be anywhere. a part of him simply wanted to lay down and die again, but he knew he would just come back. a soft sigh slipped past the dire wolf's lips as he padded a few more steps into the territory, finally halting where a bit of sun peered through the canopy and illuminated his ebony fur. "bubonicplague," the creature rumbled out, voice monotonous. might as well answer the question before it was asked. "here to join."
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I AM THE END OF ALL THINGS.
I HAVE SEEN THE FALL OF BABYLON.
I HAVE DRUNK THE BLOOD OF KINGS.
I HAVE SEEN THE FALL OF BABYLON.
I HAVE DRUNK THE BLOOD OF KINGS.