Warren before all else, was The God of Protection. He was the creator of the walls, he was the one that people would ask late at night when family members were hurt and in need to protect- in hopes that the red head would catch a breath of a prayer and answer. Warren saw it as taking someone and embracing them from a storm.
He would have happily sacrificed everything he was to make sure just one of those people were safe and sound if he heard it. But, on this rainy April afternoon, with a drizzle coming down, his long hair sticking to his clothes and his face- he remembered a promise he made.
A promise, that in case a monster came out to protect the Meadous from it. He could sense the monster, but he didn't think twice of it any of the previous times. It was like a black stain on a child's toy. Something that was supposed to be happy having a mark of darker days.
Even as a child, he would be the child who would find torn toys and adopt them, taking care of them. He would be the child to step in front of someone beating an animal or about to raise a hand to someone else not caring for his own well being.
But this monster, now physical and belonging to a God not in his family. He couldn't ask one of them to reseal it. He couldn't seal it away himself. He hated making promises like this, because well, he would always keep them. It was a part of his fabric of being.
The creature, this creature of pain and suffering, this creature that smelt of stale water and ancient molds with too dark blood and too pale skin. He had to remind himself- he was keeping a promise. He was doing his job. He was the only one that could do this.
He made it quick. He like to believe he made it painless- and in comparison he knew it was. The creature letting out a heavy sob and falling to the ground- its heart to never beat again.
He felt himself fall with it. Blood had finally tainted his hands after the epochs of not hurting a single thing. He could hear Pai laughing as he went over to what remained of Mika. He ran his fingers through her hair- damp and brown and white with splashes of red and black. Her eyes, although hollow in death- seemed more alive than the one's that belonged to that monster.
He felt a rage bubble up in him. It hurt this rage. He wanted to tear out his veins just to get the blood to slow down. He wanted to claw at something just to get out this poisonous energy. He wanted to howl like an injured dog.
He never noticed the darkness moving from Mika and pooling underneath him. And honestly, the last thing he would remember is standing up, feeling so heavy and wet, like his skin would pull away like rotten meat.
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He would have happily sacrificed everything he was to make sure just one of those people were safe and sound if he heard it. But, on this rainy April afternoon, with a drizzle coming down, his long hair sticking to his clothes and his face- he remembered a promise he made.
A promise, that in case a monster came out to protect the Meadous from it. He could sense the monster, but he didn't think twice of it any of the previous times. It was like a black stain on a child's toy. Something that was supposed to be happy having a mark of darker days.
Even as a child, he would be the child who would find torn toys and adopt them, taking care of them. He would be the child to step in front of someone beating an animal or about to raise a hand to someone else not caring for his own well being.
But this monster, now physical and belonging to a God not in his family. He couldn't ask one of them to reseal it. He couldn't seal it away himself. He hated making promises like this, because well, he would always keep them. It was a part of his fabric of being.
The creature, this creature of pain and suffering, this creature that smelt of stale water and ancient molds with too dark blood and too pale skin. He had to remind himself- he was keeping a promise. He was doing his job. He was the only one that could do this.
He made it quick. He like to believe he made it painless- and in comparison he knew it was. The creature letting out a heavy sob and falling to the ground- its heart to never beat again.
He felt himself fall with it. Blood had finally tainted his hands after the epochs of not hurting a single thing. He could hear Pai laughing as he went over to what remained of Mika. He ran his fingers through her hair- damp and brown and white with splashes of red and black. Her eyes, although hollow in death- seemed more alive than the one's that belonged to that monster.
He felt a rage bubble up in him. It hurt this rage. He wanted to tear out his veins just to get the blood to slow down. He wanted to claw at something just to get out this poisonous energy. He wanted to howl like an injured dog.
He never noticed the darkness moving from Mika and pooling underneath him. And honestly, the last thing he would remember is standing up, feeling so heavy and wet, like his skin would pull away like rotten meat.
Kelt no longer recognized her twin.