09-22-2020, 11:33 PM
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“There is the darkness that frightens, the darkness that soothes.”
“I can’t decide which one i am, then. [i]Which one are you? What are you? I couldn’t see you.”[/i]
Silence in calamity crawls around the created God. Horror watches from the Unknown. It witnesses how the light flickers and then chokes on rising chaos as darkness consumes the domain, slaughters the Stars and the Moon above. “It mainly depends on the individual.” A voice leaves the abyss— serenity enters distorted. It glints faintly like greedy teeth, like a desperate, dying soul. “Most fear me, yet the rest still respects me when I am only the keeper of the dead. I can be both kind of darkness, and even... just the darkness itself, in a way that death holds no special meaning, but being simply gone.” Hear him. Listen to him. Let him be known as his own shadows’ screams are silent, yet with their presences being violent against this ungrateful dream.
“What am I, you asked, though? In the end, I am the Personification of the Dwarf Planet that was given a name— an Image of a Roman God, Pluto.” Lightning strikes on tip of tongue as the name is uttered. Damnation falls into the World by the said identity, but there is just the new God and him. “I hope you are familiar with the Greek and Roman pantheons.” Hollow voice dies with their echoes and evolves into a vessel, weak yet full of strange, strange stars. A shaky sigh escapes from the trembling madness that stands behind the other figure. His silver eyes gleam, and they do not ever belong to the Paradise. Death is here. Death will tear.
“Because from the sense of familiarity, perhaps, that can help you see me as at least a merely comforting kind of darkness.”
“There is the darkness that frightens, the darkness that soothes.”
“I can’t decide which one i am, then. [i]Which one are you? What are you? I couldn’t see you.”[/i]
Silence in calamity crawls around the created God. Horror watches from the Unknown. It witnesses how the light flickers and then chokes on rising chaos as darkness consumes the domain, slaughters the Stars and the Moon above. “It mainly depends on the individual.” A voice leaves the abyss— serenity enters distorted. It glints faintly like greedy teeth, like a desperate, dying soul. “Most fear me, yet the rest still respects me when I am only the keeper of the dead. I can be both kind of darkness, and even... just the darkness itself, in a way that death holds no special meaning, but being simply gone.” Hear him. Listen to him. Let him be known as his own shadows’ screams are silent, yet with their presences being violent against this ungrateful dream.
“What am I, you asked, though? In the end, I am the Personification of the Dwarf Planet that was given a name— an Image of a Roman God, Pluto.” Lightning strikes on tip of tongue as the name is uttered. Damnation falls into the World by the said identity, but there is just the new God and him. “I hope you are familiar with the Greek and Roman pantheons.” Hollow voice dies with their echoes and evolves into a vessel, weak yet full of strange, strange stars. A shaky sigh escapes from the trembling madness that stands behind the other figure. His silver eyes gleam, and they do not ever belong to the Paradise. Death is here. Death will tear.
“Because from the sense of familiarity, perhaps, that can help you see me as at least a merely comforting kind of darkness.”
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I AM AFRAID OF MYSELF AND SO ARE THE GODS
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