"emotions are strictly prohibited"

Yet her heart flutters where none exists

"emotions are strictly prohibited"

Yet she yearns for that which she cannot have

Mission after mission, the facade slowly breaks

Hearing his voice, seeing his joy, the wonder in his eyes

It fills her with something, a feeling she cannot place

and yet...

"emotions are strictly prohibited"

She must follow orders

The pain she feels as her hands close around his neck

The despair as her sword runs through his body

The anguish at the betrayal she sees in his eyes

The ache in her chest, when he no longer remembers

She wonders why a loving god would allow their creations to inhabit this cycle of suffering

If she were to kill such a god, would she break free from this unending loop

Or is her love destined to be snuffed out by her own hand for eternity?

The formless mother looked upon the profaned form of her child. Born an omen to a god, cast aside as if his presence would bring ruin to their golden lineage. He found solace in the blood, the rending of flesh, the communion between himself and something greater, his true mother. Formless in all but the love of her most devoted follower.

She watched as he succumbed to whims of that wretched family once more, following the dreams of one who did not know themselves. She watched as her child was murdered, unable to penetrate the land of golden trees to save him. She watched as his body was dragged away to be used again and again, by one who cast aside his own humanity. And she watched for the last time, as his body was cleaved into nothing, while harboring the soul of another.

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🧡 Cool Guy 🧡
⚡⚡ Let’s be friends for future games ⚡⚡

🌟🌟 Have a wonderful year🌟🌟
💫💫 Stay safe & take care💫💫

🔥🔥🔥+REP The profile is fire 🔥🔥🔥


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They were formed of stardust, reflections of their pain rung across the galaxy. The screams of the enlightened would eventually leave the universe awash in their resplendence, yet there would be none who would listen. None left to mourn their pain, none to feast on the absence of their corpse, only the void can be their salvation. And it too will turn it's gaze

You bask in the darkness of eternity, listlessly drifting through the echoes of his forgotten despair. Existence has ceased, you and oppressiveness of an empty universe are all that remain, you should have reached out your hand when you had the chance.