YOUR FATHERS BOY | Territory Destruction

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L U C I F E R ?

"The storm is coming, and there is no escape."

[ permission by woody on the territory destruction, grey's given permission for his char to die in the destruction - im let grey decide if they wanna post that or me first however. ]

the sunlight wanes above and the night slips in.

dead air and eerie silence as the shadows lengthen across the sand and the hidden forest within.

the world holds it's breath.

far off in the distance - something moves

a red glow, distant but moving fast,

it bleeds into the black - like the cracks along fine china - but, wrong

this red is like fissures in the sky - bleeding the wrong light and it /hurts/ to look at - the way the mind screams should not be! and yet it clearly is.

it warps and twists the closer it grows - mapping out across a foreboding form.

this close even from below you can see the creature - a dragon, but...not, there are seams here where the fabric doesn't fit, mismatched, like a facsimile of the real thing even as the red red red bleeds scars across it.

you see a glimpse of monstrous teeth - so very very red, bright and burning, rictus grinning - you think you should see it's eyes,

but there are only deep black pits - but you could swear it looks right at you

this impossibility - a shadow chained in red out of sync with the universe - opens those grinning jaws and-

the noise, the noise

it's indescribable - and even that does it injutsice.

it rings in your head - even when you cover your ears - like the birth-death screams of a universe entire, shrieking as it bleeds out,

starlight scattering across a black tableu under uncaring claws that rend through the string-fabric of existence like the slow blossom of blood from a slow dying carcass.

it's an agony in itself.

and then the world rocks beneath your small paws and you eyes unscrew to witness what the noise drove you to miss past the blinding flash behind closed lids-

a section of the canyon wall - obliterated - rocks and dust and debris collapsing down, down, down.

you scrabble away - even as the jungle catches light around you - these flames are wrong like the lightning striking above you,

red, bright and unusual - this is no natural fire and it eats all it touches.

so you run,

and run - and run,

past the screaming and the dying - you can see charred bodies even when you close your eyes - the worst is when a carcass crashes down before you from above,

half of it is eaten

you leap back - it hurts to breathe past the thudding drumbeat of your heart trying desperately to escape your very ribcage - the terror clogs your throat and stops your legs, where can you go? the fire rages around you and the screams tear into your mind

the awful noise runs a staccato undertow to the sounds of agony and sheer fear - the endless eddy of the dying to a malicious god

a chorus of despair to it's dark conductor,

you wonder if you will be mourned - you wonder if there will be anyone left to mourn

a shadow falls across you.

look up

you know what you see.

bright red and - staring staring [i]staring - a grin where stars, dead and dying, glimpsed between crimson teeth.[/i]

this is the last thing you see.

you are perhaps then,

luckier than most

I CANNOT STOP, RUN, I CANNOT STOP HIM, I CANNOT STOP ME - EVERYTHING IS SCR E A M ING

© LEXASPERATED