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Wyrd.
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Date Posted: 15:46:06 03/10/03 Mon
In reply to:
Vain
's message, "Vindicate" on 14:00:53 03/10/03 Mon
A caress of a soft hand, there was a love in such an embrace that a creature like he would never know. Something hollow and unfulfilled. It was like blissful torture. Golden eyes passed over his, and his eyes rested on a rare sight. A human. She seemed so misplaced around these wing'd beings, so small and helpless. Yet he sensed in her a gift, something she bore alone, and it was of nothing to him. He had his own, and it need not be awakened, only time would do it for him. Time was his enemy, and a great one at that. His worst enemy, and his greatest ally.
But for the moment it mattered not. Time was of no concern of his, as he did not age. To live, no, he didn't do that either. Time held sway on mortals, and that was what he was not. Nor was he immortal. A true paradox, forged in the light of darkness, and through the chaos that time provided. Order and chaos were as different from one another as sand and water. Never mixing, but embracing each other, never giving sway to the other. A lovers quarell.
Now that he thought about it, there was no more words from his mistress on this Vain. Vain himself seemed to need nothing more of anything and he felt maybe it was time to release God from his holding. But it would not be lightly. To destroy the creator of all was to destroy everything, and that was a direct threat to everything around him, including his charge.
Crimson eyes flashed once from gold, and God appeared before chaos' own creation. They stared at each other, God not being the all mighty one in the presence of these. He was handsom yes, but no where near as grand as he would be in his own realm. Here he looked like no more than a human man, perfect in most ways.
"You'll find no Heaven to return to, I'm afraid." Wyrd said softly, his echoing voice quiet and still. "And what more you will be under my close watch, until this...."vein" is taken care of. Off to your forge. There is someone on the way there to meet with you, but if this vein so much as comes to look at you, you will return to that spaceless prison I held you in."
Wyrd's voice betrayed nothing, and his words were cold. God was on a leash to something that should never have been created, nor could be destroyed so easily as to a wave of God's own hand. Then God disappeared, and Wyrd looked back to the human woman, stooping over the peacock kind of the Forgotten, and he wondered what she might be doing with her curse.
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