Chapter 4: The Arrival.
Goodness Undyingly Infects Love’s Tolerance
“Look within thy own awareness, within thy own perception to see what thine has been missing all along, while being alone; forever residing beside the darkness you have so desperately sought to seek, for now thine will understand the true perception at hand.”
I was walking through my new paradise, my new perfect world, my new existence. I was not as happy as I thought I would be, as I wish I could be in this lonely place, this empty paradise in which I so desperately sought to seek. I start smashing my huge fists into the nearest building; I hit harder and harder, while becoming enraged by this depressing, soul numbing perception I allowed to become my existence, my inevitable outcome from those maddening thoughts that beckons me ever closer to the limit of my sanity, my connection to this present reality of such sorrowing embrace.
“Why do you act as if saddened by this beautiful sight, this wonderful place in which you dwell, yet the perception of sharing this magnificence alone is overwhelming, so that is why I am here, and why I shall always be here; forever with you; my beautiful soul-mate.”
I turn around to gaze upon an angelic figure walking towards me, while the ruined buildings around her began to repair themselves; revealing their long forgotten beauty to my weary eyes. The graceful green eyed, fiery red-headed, pale skinned naked woman walked up to me, and as she approached my erection grew strong. I watch as her eyes focus on my erection, while her vagina wettens to those delusions of pleasure; she begins to glow bright white, which lifted her gently off the ground. She suddenly flew towards me so fast it created a sonic boom that destroyed the buildings that were being repaired.
I lift my hand, which stopped her; canceling out her momentum completely. I lower my hand, which slammed her into the rough ground making her perfect body begin to bleed. I listen to her screams from this new perception she gained from the reality of pain, the acknowledgement of existence; her moans remind me of those delusions I am no longer allowed to feel. I envy what she was feeling; I envy that delusion, which was taken from me. I kneel down to her and rub my hand on her face, which brought a comfort to her sorrowing eyes, her fragile figure, as if she were made of glass, as if she didn’t belong here, as if something happened to bring her to me, so I may fill my loneliness, my desire for those acts of gods, those maddening thoughts I had almost forgotten about.
I look to her sorrowing face, her weeping eyes from the pain, the delusion of pleasure I brought to her by thine own actions of inevitable chaos. I walk over to her and gently place my finger-tips to the bottom of her chin, I suddenly grip and lift her to the air; listening to every scream she made, as if a beautiful acapella being played just for me. I flung her into the closest building; she slammed through the thick ruined-stone wall then rolled to a stop. I no longer hear her delightful screams of pleasure; I hear the building begin to give way, to crack, to break apart on the beautiful creature lying motionless on the blood riddled floor, the final conclusion to her path of thou own freedom, thou own obscure existence. The building collapsed on-top of her, while I walk away with an evil smile on my delighted face.
“Pity for thee, precious, gentle creature, for you do not know what chaos you bring, and now thou shall pay the price for those ignorant, foolish, selfish thoughts in which thine has allowed to become perceived; by thy own unworthy hands.”
The rubble from the collapsed building begins to rise into the air, to circle around me, as if I were in the eye of a tornado; I saw the woman begin to float, but she was still unconscious, still unaware of her existence. She begins to glow bright; too bright, too intense for my saddened, weary eyes. The darkness of my paradise slowly fades, while all the buildings begin to repair themselves. The rubble stops then all falls to the ground around me; she is still hovering unconsciously; acting as a light source, which burns away the darkness trying to engulf her glorious embrace. I walk over to her, to wake her from her slumber, to inevitably continue the re-creation of those delusions of pleasure I had so longed for.
Her eyes opened wide and she let out the scream of a chorus of fallen angels. She softly landed to her feet and stared me down, while the smile slowly faded from my face; her breath so sweet to the smell, which brought back that memory of Demogorgon’s demising ways, that memory of betrayal, that memory of anger towards that monsterish beauty. My eyes begin to burn with hatred towards this angelic master-piece, which brought back that memory long forgotten, that memory I wanted to forget. I suddenly felt a feeling, a feeling I begin to remember, as if a recovering dream tainted by the past’s regretful illusions.
“Mecka, for It was I who came to you with such wonder, such delightful embrace, such ignorant, passionate, meaningful delusions I allowed thine-self to feel, to become aware of being real, to fear thy own freedom from those maddening thoughts, those delusions of pleasure; for it was by your unworthy hands that thou shall be subject to thine own wrathful wrack, to thine own acknowledgement of being forever alone, which has saddened thou broken heart, for it was you who ran from thine own destiny to become aware of it once more, to become convinced by the illusion of separation, by the illusion of thine own disconnection, for those lies were so cleverly bonded, twisted, connected to thine own universal sub-consciousness; now rise my beautiful creation, and exist anew.”
I remember that voice; that voice, which took away the pleasure I so desperately sought to continue, for it was that voice; that voice, which took away my reason to exist, to surcome to the darkness embraced. I turn to her, and fall to my knees; I am wounded from a flaming sword rammed into my side; the flesh begins to burn, but I feel nothing. I grip onto the sword then rip it out of my perfect body; my blood pours on the stoned paved road below my feet. I am feeling dizzy, feeling light-headed, as if I could just float away from this horrible place; float back to the garden, back to where I belong.
I swing the sword at her, but my body is too weak to continue this worthless attack; she smacks the sword out of my hand then grabbed onto my throat, she lifts me to the air, as if I were a rag-doll, as if I wasn’t even worth the time to finish off. She smiles at me before throwing me to the ground to strattle over top of my erection. She slides my penis into her warm, wet, untouched vagina; she becomes aggressive with her movements, which breaks her into screaming moans, while the blood from her broken hymen pours down my lower body. Harder and harder; her screaming movements continue, her pleasure that I envy so; that feeling, that memory of egotistical pride towards my own existence. She stops, rests, and then breathes heavily; I have climaxed for the first time, but there is no pleasure for me to enjoy, to surcome to its magnificence.
“For thine has served thou purpose in existing, for thine has given life to this decaying, rotting, beautifully flawed existence, which shall inevitably delay the absolute balance, the inevitable out-come to a story long forgotten, a story miss-told, a story that will change existence forever, which will bring forth a divine resolution to these weary creatures, these thoughts of immortality that shall be forgotten, as if dust in the wind; for you and I have created a ripple, a perfect flaw in the design of the absolute balance’s inevitability, for I shall give existence a fighting chance, and I shall call her Innocence, for she shall be the final conclusion to our inevitability.”
Demogorgon watches as the sky becomes engulfed by darkened, saddened, weeping clouds, which covers the beautifully sickening landscape; she looks to Dren then flew off into the sky, but as she was gaining height; the sky begins to cry, to down-pour, to rain for the first time; lightning began to strike the ground where Dren was standing. Demogorgon suddenly flies back to aid Dren, but she was losing height at a rapid rate; she looked over her body to see
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