07-12-2018, 02:38 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;"]love was never something that had been a concern for him. never something he'd been particularly interested in, nothing he'd ever wanted to indulge in or experience. hundreds of thousands, millions of years of existence had taught him that love... was not something that happened often. humans and their petty differences claimed it was real, and yet, more often than not, their self-proclaimed 'love' ended in hatred for each other. they slaughtered millions of their own kind and then turned and declared their love from another from the rooftops. under the guise of love they beat each other senseless; under the guise of love they cheated and killed. love didn't exist, not in the demon's mind.
love was bullshit.
in his first, longest life, bubonicplague forged contracts with humans, and in turn, they sold their souls to him. it was a boring, painfully repetitive life. a life that never changed. perhaps the requests would be different, but in the end, they always ran; and he always caught them. he was bored. a life so dull, a life with meaning yet so meaningless... he was getting tired of it. one day, though, a particular experience changed him. for better or for worse, he could never be sure.
a young man approaching, asking him to take his life. asked him to kill him; cut his throat ear to ear, plunge his spear into his chest, anything to rid him of his life on this world. the only condition was to hold his hand as his life ebbed away. 'i don't want to die alone,' the boy had said. it was his duty to accept, and yet as blood stained the ground and cold fingers entwined with his, part of him wished he didn't have to. for once in his eons of life, it pained him to see the human boy die. perhaps that was what threw him into a new life; experiencing mortality, thus gaining it... in a sense. he could live among others, communicate, form bonds. he could have it all. he could live, but as always, could not die. not really. he would always come back.
life was still meaningless. he didn't know what to do himself, even being ordered around in this new place. emotions, bonds, friendships didn't come easily. the closest he had ever really been to someone was to rick. his 'brother'. they weren't, not really. but bubonicplague nonetheless had felt a closeness to the man that he had never felt before. at a point, he thought it was love; not a romantic sense of the word, but it was a strong enough feeling that perhaps it was the only way to describe the way he felt for the male.
and then... lirim came. a being as old as himself; a being that knew. they had similar experiences, the same dull outlook of the world. they bonded. they became friends. eventually a certain warmth filled bubonicplague's chest every time they were together, every time he so much as thought of them. he couldn't explain it well. he didn't know how. though he had seen such things among humans, he had never experienced it firsthand. it was exhilerating and terrifying at the same time. perhaps love was something that could be achieved. perhaps he could do it; perhaps he could learn.
he tried his best, did the absolute most he could to love lirim. he made mistakes of course. for the first time, he was afraid. he didn't know how it would go, how it would end, if it ever did end. all he knew was that he wanted to spend eternity with them, wanted to be enveloped by their love. happiness was all he felt around them, happiness was all he felt when they married and had children.
all good things came to an end though, didn't they?
lirim died. wiped off the face of the planet, withered like a flower. it hurt. it hurt so goddamn much, more than any torture he had endured, more than any previous death. depression consumed him and drowned him like a flood. his love, his life, the one thing giving him purpose, buried six feet under the ground. encircled by a grove of forget-me-nots. their love had been a tragedy, from start to beginning; together, but not quite. it seemed some greater force wanted them apart. it would make sense; a demon borne of hellfire falling in love with the void... falling in love. it was blasphemy.
it had been a few years since their death, but it still ached. at least he had been able to visit their grave; been able to tend to the flowers and be close to lirim again. here, though. this was a new world. a new place. a place without lirim, no grave, no flowers he tended to so lovingly. at the beginning, bubonicplague had wanted to cry at the revelation. but crying wouldn't solve anything. he simply had to go forward.
the last possibility in his mind was to see lirim here. the chances were slim, oh so fucking slim. he didn't think about it; never got his hopes up, and so when the familiar pang hit him upon sensing this new being, lirim was pushed from his mind. he didn't want to hurt anymore. the best thing he could do was not hope, not believe. not every familiar stranger was going to be them. and so, the dire wolf kept quiet. he listened to their words, caught the shake in their voice and wondered what could be causing it. perhaps he was simply a scary sight. bubonicplague brushed it off with ease, sightless eyes drawing over the smaller beast for a few moments.
"thank you." he murmured, gaze lingering for a few moments, before finally turning and lumbering off.
/ i dont know where i was going with this LOL i hope it makes Some sense
love was bullshit.
in his first, longest life, bubonicplague forged contracts with humans, and in turn, they sold their souls to him. it was a boring, painfully repetitive life. a life that never changed. perhaps the requests would be different, but in the end, they always ran; and he always caught them. he was bored. a life so dull, a life with meaning yet so meaningless... he was getting tired of it. one day, though, a particular experience changed him. for better or for worse, he could never be sure.
a young man approaching, asking him to take his life. asked him to kill him; cut his throat ear to ear, plunge his spear into his chest, anything to rid him of his life on this world. the only condition was to hold his hand as his life ebbed away. 'i don't want to die alone,' the boy had said. it was his duty to accept, and yet as blood stained the ground and cold fingers entwined with his, part of him wished he didn't have to. for once in his eons of life, it pained him to see the human boy die. perhaps that was what threw him into a new life; experiencing mortality, thus gaining it... in a sense. he could live among others, communicate, form bonds. he could have it all. he could live, but as always, could not die. not really. he would always come back.
life was still meaningless. he didn't know what to do himself, even being ordered around in this new place. emotions, bonds, friendships didn't come easily. the closest he had ever really been to someone was to rick. his 'brother'. they weren't, not really. but bubonicplague nonetheless had felt a closeness to the man that he had never felt before. at a point, he thought it was love; not a romantic sense of the word, but it was a strong enough feeling that perhaps it was the only way to describe the way he felt for the male.
and then... lirim came. a being as old as himself; a being that knew. they had similar experiences, the same dull outlook of the world. they bonded. they became friends. eventually a certain warmth filled bubonicplague's chest every time they were together, every time he so much as thought of them. he couldn't explain it well. he didn't know how. though he had seen such things among humans, he had never experienced it firsthand. it was exhilerating and terrifying at the same time. perhaps love was something that could be achieved. perhaps he could do it; perhaps he could learn.
he tried his best, did the absolute most he could to love lirim. he made mistakes of course. for the first time, he was afraid. he didn't know how it would go, how it would end, if it ever did end. all he knew was that he wanted to spend eternity with them, wanted to be enveloped by their love. happiness was all he felt around them, happiness was all he felt when they married and had children.
all good things came to an end though, didn't they?
lirim died. wiped off the face of the planet, withered like a flower. it hurt. it hurt so goddamn much, more than any torture he had endured, more than any previous death. depression consumed him and drowned him like a flood. his love, his life, the one thing giving him purpose, buried six feet under the ground. encircled by a grove of forget-me-nots. their love had been a tragedy, from start to beginning; together, but not quite. it seemed some greater force wanted them apart. it would make sense; a demon borne of hellfire falling in love with the void... falling in love. it was blasphemy.
it had been a few years since their death, but it still ached. at least he had been able to visit their grave; been able to tend to the flowers and be close to lirim again. here, though. this was a new world. a new place. a place without lirim, no grave, no flowers he tended to so lovingly. at the beginning, bubonicplague had wanted to cry at the revelation. but crying wouldn't solve anything. he simply had to go forward.
the last possibility in his mind was to see lirim here. the chances were slim, oh so fucking slim. he didn't think about it; never got his hopes up, and so when the familiar pang hit him upon sensing this new being, lirim was pushed from his mind. he didn't want to hurt anymore. the best thing he could do was not hope, not believe. not every familiar stranger was going to be them. and so, the dire wolf kept quiet. he listened to their words, caught the shake in their voice and wondered what could be causing it. perhaps he was simply a scary sight. bubonicplague brushed it off with ease, sightless eyes drawing over the smaller beast for a few moments.
"thank you." he murmured, gaze lingering for a few moments, before finally turning and lumbering off.
/ i dont know where i was going with this LOL i hope it makes Some sense
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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.