The demons and the underworld deities walked on the roads of white marble and gold lakes. Their silhouettes leaving behind trail of blood.
Blood. All dripping their vicious smiles. Tongue rubbing on the shape canines, one broken, the other restored with metal.
The gates of heaven opened. And in front of them sat the crowned God. After defeating the God's children, how could those beasts ever imagine that the God herself was a child.
A smile passed on to them as greetings, the little girl in thick robes of white and yellow played with the jewels.
And they remained as the door, thinking and thinking. Maybe God just passes the smile on to us. And no one does it better than an unharmed child. A playing child. Playing with it all. The lives and the loves. A child's play.
And they stepped in, saying, "Game's over, kiddo. The toys are broken."
11111111111111111111111111111
A little late? Apologies fellas...
Can't really commit now. But won't give up either.
Come if you like, I hope my prose will hug you all the same.
Take good care cloudies~~~~
YOU ARE READING
Inked Stars
Historical FictionFrom the time that stood witness to the creation of the universe, life has taken a gazillion forms. However, rolling down the heap of space and time, one thing remained evergreen--love. Although taking multiple forms as well, love has often if not a...
