October 02, 2013

How: The Last Glory Faded

"Why?" It asked, as it tumbled in pain. "Why are you doing it? What are you doing? What was lost?".
-"Hahaha"
-"Simple" that replied  -"I don't care. About you or order or chaos or anything. I only care about my egos, primal instinct of this place."
"You lied to me all this time?" It asked, in the middle of nowhere, mortal wound gashing in thr solar plexus -"No" that arrogantly replied  -"I was true to a degree;  On others I was lying, yes, who is left to care at the end?"
"One" it boldly replies. "I cared about this universe, to maintain it in perfect motion. For every and all lives it hosts. The pain that has rooted onto this, the peace  finally encountered. Now You decided to betray us like this!"
 -"Listen to yourself, talking about this existence so seriously. Don't you see what I did? By destroying this universe, allow it to rot, I have forced all to start again."
"But how is anyone sure it will be so, it's the universe itself, massive Cunt. All is crushed and done for. Nothing could ever return, but nothingness itself."
 -"You are incorrect, as ever. This one is gone, but another one shall begin. Everything is on an eternal cycle that has no beginning or end. I am still the vicar of Order and as such, I have given you peace, the very sensation you craved."
-"NO!! All that was done is shatter it again, and probably condemned it to Death. ONE WILL NEVE....."
 -"Cease your pitiful plea. Truth I gave you about life, realise what pacts have been broke  and then, in a different place, you will thank me".
With that phrase, it ended. Saat, vicar of Order, left the entire universe unbegotten and no effort from the idiot turned vicar turned human could stop it now from ominous doom.
As the last one of all stars began marching home again, schism of paradise, the last screams of life's journey drowned there, in the deepness of unreality transformed.... it understood.
The work has been done.
Everything is going to die, to be born one last time, where no Goddesses had done harm. No runaway Mother Divine. A grey canvas, a new story, to be painted. Renewed desires and fears. No more curse to be carried or fortress' built for traitorous, narcissistic beings.
Absolute liberation, total freedom of the mind
For everything.
At the last, pathetic breath, it uttered the most painful, enraging words there were, to leave it all behind...
"Thank you, and good night".

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