“You have won, so much power that it leaks, you have all the glory and fame. But that's not what you care about is it?”, they pathetically voiced as he held his wound. “Never has and never will. You want us dead more than anything… Are you happy?”
“Happy? I’ll be happy when you join your brethren.” The sun shone through the smoke to create a spotlight on the show of a lifetime. Trees screech as the harsh wind violently tears the fire through the forest. Violent waves crashed into the shore putting more salt on the wound. Almighty Gods were bloody and lifeless, while a figure loomed over them. Fire still blazing and crackling around leaving an ash taste in the air.
“Mhm well, will you do this god’s dying wish?” with a forced smile. The god’s scarlet eyes locked on the figure looming over.
“Maybe, maybe not,” They laughed out with a malicious grin, sending shivers down the god's back.
“What will you do now?” She glanced at the figure as pain echoed around her body.
Suddenly, the figure froze as they tried to answer the easy question. “D-die I guess?” It sounded more like a question than an answer…
“How am I the pathetic one? You're the one on the floor.”
“Hahaha,” The figure was too stunned to question the laugh before he coughed up blood. He was running out of time. “Is this really how you want to end this?”
“Huh? You said my desire was to kill you and the others so what's the point in living?”
“Mommy, what did the god say?” A young cheerful voice yelled with impatience. A kind warm smile grew on the older woman glancing down at her sweet girl.
“We'll finish this tomorrow.” She peeked at her daughter's angry face.
“No! I want to finish this now!” Her lavender eyes shone like jewels in the lights as she threw her hands around trying to convince her mom. A smile grew on her face.
“Mommy you are so mean!” her voice whined. She would love to continue the story, but it was past the child’s bedtime and she wouldn’t be able to stop herself from finishing the whole book. She pushed her daughter’s long hair, the colour seafoam, off her face. Tracing over her plentiful freckles, hidden by sickly pale skin. Hopefully, she will feel better soon since her poor daughter has been sick for a while now.
“Come on its bedtime” her daughter's eyes meet her teal eyes as she groaned and moved to get ready. Soon she vanished into the bathroom.
An ash taste filled her senses, but she chalked it up to the fireplace. She moved across the large room filled with ‘junk’ or her daughter’s treasure. ‘It’s her 8th birthday soon’ she sat up to head to the down cool hallways. Maybe she forgot to add more firewood, normally he does that. Looking across the many drawings of her life. She never could let go of memories so she painted so they never would disappear. Nothing big has happened in a while so she really hasn’t added any.
‘Maybe I should…’
She was caught off by many blood curdling screams…