Chapter 3: The Tale of Demogorgon’s Demise.
Alternate Negative Galaxy Entering Realization
The sunrise appeared like always, and brought forth light to the saddened garden of dying trees and the barren land that screams for the cosmic life stream that the moon-fruit tree brought from the full moon’s embrace.
Demogorgon climbs out of the moldy cave to see that the beautiful paradise from before was no more; she laughs and steps out of the cave. The wind suddenly blows, which brings back that euphoric feeling of ecstasy that she had long forgotten; the breeze caresses her naked body, which hardens her nipples along with her clitoris bringing back that orgasmic desire, that delusion of pleasure, that acknowledgement of existing. She fell to her knees and began to moan from this long awaited delightful embrace.
The feeling was gone, so she stood to her feet and began walking into the rotting paradise once again. The dying leaves broke from their branches then began to swirl around creating a miniature tornado; the leaves suddenly formed a figure of a man; the figure ran along with the wind blowing towards Demogorgon. She smiled while standing in a defensive pose; the leaf figure crashed into her then broke apart scattering behind her, and then reconfigured back into the figure of a man. The figure landed softly then turned around to gaze upon the now awakened demon king standing before it; the figure began to run to her with a fury; she smiled then took a deep breath in, and as the leaf figure approached her with such hatred; she breathes out fire that burns the figure along with the trees and barren land leading back to the moldy cave entrance; the sudden breeze whistles through the burning trees creating the sound of screaming children.
She smiles then turns around to continue walking into the dying paradise, while the inflamed forest continues to burn towards her as if mesmerized by its creator. The sky started to turn cloudy and black; dissipating the sunlight’s embrace upon the saddened land of burning trees. She looks to the darkened sky to see one spot that allowed the light blue sky to exist in her perfect world; she began to walk towards the spot under the flawed perfection; as she got closer to the area she saw patches of dark green grass; more and more as she continues to the center of the recovering grassy radius of the dying garden. She stops dead in her tracks and gazes upon a sprout in the middle of the trail that she used back when this planet was peaceful with chaos. She approached the young moon-fruit sprout and tried to grab it, to pluck it from her perfect world, but when she grabbed it; she couldn’t break its life-force, nor pluck it from its hold to the earth; there was nothing she could do to stop the power of the moon-fruit tree from expelling her from its paradise.
She smiled as the fiery blaze caught up to her, but when the fire reached the trees within the grassy radius they did not burn; the inferno surrounds the moon-fruit’s life-force radius as she walked away from the inevitable action that is about to unfold on her, and limit her time in this beautiful paradise she has created. She begins to flap her bat wings then rose to the saddened sky for a hawk eye’s view of her new world of chaos, which will inevitably bring peace to such a saddened world, a flawed perception.
She began flying, while looking back to the imperfect blue spot in her perfectly prepared world. She enjoyed the wind caressing her naked body as she was flying around with such delightful amusement; she suddenly noticed a group of men surrounding a burnt tree trunk. She felt her clitoris harden, which brought back that feeling she got when stealing Mecka’s memories from that certain kiss. She hovers above the group of men, while enduring silence from that orgasmic feeling that was making her want to moan; she held back too long from her pleasure, she let out a moan that was more like a demonic roar.
The men looked up and saw her beautifully famine body gracefully hovering above them; she began to lower since she has been spotted; her distorted body becomes clear; the men began to see her true form, her flawless body. She lands in-front of them as they step away from her monsterish figure. Dren steps forward and stares into her eyes; she begins to blush from this action of pleasure; her nipples harden, while her vagina wettens to the idea of that certain kiss; what secrets does he hold? She begins walking towards him with such desire in her burning red eyes; he steps back with each step forward from her. Dren hides behind his group of followers; they step forward to her, and then surrounded her; staring with such hatred towards this beautiful monster standing before them.
She smiled and took a deep breath in then blew out fire engulfing the followers into a blazing inferno. Dren watched as she stepped out of the fire with her bat wings completely extended; the wings begin to flap, which allowed her to gently hover off the ground; she suddenly rushed to him and grabbed him then pinned him to the ground to strattle over top of him; she began to sway her hips, which gave him an erection. She reaches down and rips off his clothing made of leaves and fine vines; she grips onto his erected penis and slides it into her scaly vagina.
“Deeper; I want it deeper, I want it more; give it to me now!”
She begins to become aggressive with her sexual movements; taking advantage of his pacifism, his motionlessness, his disconnection from the present reality. Harder and harder her movements become; making him closer to his first climax, his first experience of the true form of immortality, of the illusion of eternal life.
The inflamed dying forest finally caught up to her and surrounded them; as if a tiger slowly approaching its prey. The screaming wind begins once more; like a chorus of angels falling from their heavenly embrace. The wind becomes powerful; too powerful for her to finish raping him; the wind rips her back, rips her away from him, and as she was being swept away she watched as he climaxed then wrinkled back up.
She let out a demonic roar that ignited the air around; making the sky begin to burn, making the air disappear; leaving nothingness. She flies into the center of the inflamed sky and takes a deep breath in; sucking in all the fire, but the nothingness remained. The nothingness begins to expand, to engulf life within this dying paradise, this corrupted wasteland of burning trees; the nothingness grows, while dissipating the matter around, which created a Para-dime shift, which created a ripple in time; like a star-gate leading to an alternate dimension; a dimension that was being connected to the ruined paradise, the flawed reality, which is about to change into something, or become engulfed by the distorted reality of the ripple of time and space.
The alternate dimension begins to merge with the expanding nothingness of our decaying world, and as the merging becomes realized; a silence takes over that steals the breath of all living things in this world; a chill, an unwelcomed embrace that clinches onto this reality, this perception that shall be changed into something more.
The sky becomes solid black, which darkens the land to blindness and confusion; all that is heard is the screaming winds; not even the burning landscape produced light; stillness is what comes next, which brought a feeling of death, a feeling of disconnection to this reality.
The sky suddenly burst with vivid colors; like a fire-works show entertaining the weary eyes of those selfish creatures with their actions of inevitable chaos, which will bring forth a divine resolution that shall cleanse everything in time; time, which has been borrowed for far too long, borrowed since the beginning of time itself.
The two worlds are now completely merged through the tear of physical space; fabrics in time that have been twisted, bonded, perfectly arranged to co-exist as if made for one another, as if all those actions of inevitable chaos were meant to be, as if everything that has happened has been for a higher purpose; an inevitable outcome that shall be able to be witnessed by everything that is, and will be until the story-line that has begun comes to an inevitable end. The sky begins to become light blue as the darkness disappears; revealing a flawlessness that captures the weary eyes of the survivors of those acts of gods.
The darkened landscape begins to fade; leaving a beautiful rain-forest behind, but not like the garden; the bountiful garden was no-more; the trees, bushes, and vines no longer produced fruit, but a beauty that filled the saddened souls as if this was meant to be, as if everything and everyone who has added to its inevitability were meant to choose the paths they did, for an awakening that was always meant to be by the universal sub-consciousness of those maddening thoughts.
Dren looks around this new paradise with such wonder, such delight that welcomes him, which brings forth an unusual perception never comprehended before; he stares to the sky; the light blue sky with white clouds that cover it as if painted by hand. The flowers and weeds now co-exist, which has spawned new flowers of equal beauty; the trees are now of more color, but non-fruit barring, yet somehow draws in his weary eyes.
Demogorgon looks upon this new flawed reality with such disgusting revolt towards it; she breathed out fire, but the landscape did not burn easily; she stops because it wasn’t worth her time nor effort. She smiles, but as she was turning around she saw that the moon-fruit tree was fully grown; she fell to her knees and began to cry, for when the full moon awakes from its slumber; she shall be cast out of the new paradise; back to the moldy cave, back to the abyss of nothingness, back to where she belongs.
Demogorgon walks up to Dren and stares down at him; they just stand there in silence, yet somehow communicating through mental thoughts; they share precious, gentle, meaningful conversations for what seems to be an eternity that is welcomed with such delightful wonder, such magnificent embrace to the two creatures.
“For nothing was ever meant to exist without some kind of inevitable end, some kind of acknowledgement that thou shall pass anew, while never questioning the outcome of such a perception that was always meant to be perceived; in time, in an embrace that shall be passed down to all in an inferno of wisdom, an inferno of glory, an inferno of nothingness.”
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