As I was editing a piece I ran into a story I started a long time ago. I decided to read it and realized its pretty good. There are some missing commas, but apart from that I really like this. And as I got excited I had to share it with someone. So i thought Id do this here: It all started with an explosion. It shook the very matter of the universe, it broke the bonds between worlds and separated their very existence. The universe was broken, and the pieces had to develop on their own. The biggest piece was the one we call our home. It continued to develop and expand, and soon it was more vast than anyone could ever imagine. Different molecules on different planets in different galaxies in different timelines in different dimensions. An infinite loop of existence. The other two worlds molded around it, using every free space and everything they could find to develop. And develop they did. But unlike our universe, that just grew and grew, the other worlds started to accumulate energy and to grow in substance instead. One of them collected the negative energy and one the positive. The creatures there were created purely of that one quality, and even though they were pure, driven and majestic in their own right they didn’t have any other feelings. They were capable of them of course, like any creatures are, but they focused more on their roles than development. In stark contrast, our universe was brimming with emotion, tearing itself apart and putting itself back together so many times, the creatures became bored of it, not understanding the path all the creatures of the world walked on. They decided to use the natural portals, acting like stitches holding everything together, to come to our world and help. They traveled to every time and every place, and everywhere they were greeted and named differently. Somewhere they were the gods, somewhere they became the ghouls lurking in the night, but on the small insignificant planet thrown deep into the universe called Earth, they were known as angels and demons. Angels were full of light and peace, but knew not of happiness, only of unison and the glory of order. Demons were the twisted, the creatures in the shadows, the ones that enjoyed torture, death and disorder. They assumed the shape of common people, noninvasive and quiet most of the time, watching over people, guiding them, molding them as much as they could. Some twisted or denied their teachings, some accepted them a little too much. Nevertheless, they kept roaming forever on this world. But, their meddling had a side effect. Like their gifts and characteristics were passed onto the unsuspecting crowd, the same thing happened to them. Demons started to indulge into the pleasures of life, both carnal and ordinary, and angels regressed into themselves, becoming sanctimonious and warriors for the greater cause. Both sides were on the extreme ends of the spectre. They were the friends on the other side, the companions for self-righteous heroes and the darkest and most corrupt villains. That meant that they ran into eachother and that meant continued fighting and resentment. Time brought change in their relationship, and from strangers they became enemies. Hordes of them were fighting a useless battle vicariously through the people under their command. They clashed and collided until there was nothing left but fury and hatred of the purest kind, which dragged them head on into the battle. Their very essence became part of their skin, they imbibed it into themselves like addicts and welcomed it’s burning. But their rage blinded them so that they could not see that amidst all that fighting they were colliding the two extremes. The good and the bad fused with each other amidst all that blood. A man and a woman found a human connection, washing away their sins, consoling each other in their arms and with that, sealing their fates. The demon and the angel collided within them both opposites clashing as their human nature took over and carried them through the rapids of emotion. One hardened villain, driven by revenge, and one devoted to the art of healing, the most unlikely of all matches. As the war came to it’s final strike, both the blood of man, woman, angel and demon was one, and flowing through the veins of the child that should never have been born, yet existed as a result of the black night dawning over the despair. The angel had felt the scent of desire, and the demon the essence of mercy. Among the masses, through the inescapable burning and heinous misunderstanding, rose the wind of destruction, the one raised amidst the colliding armies, the only one capable of stopping the living hell. And both sides were lead by the same instinct, they would do anything not to let that happen.
Posted on: Tue, 24 Jun 2014 17:38:42 +0000
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