YOUR PRAYERS ARE POISON
your pleasure is pain
The world here is ... quiet .
A calm before the storm , the gentle silence before the rage of deities . How many times had he laid eyes on them , before lands had been consumed in the way that deities always do ? Had he gone up in flames , only to emerge on the other side unscathed ?
Would it be this very sea that swallowed the lands , the raging torrents that engulfed the trees and foliage , swallowed every life within their grasp ? Two sets of eyes blink carefully , fixating on the far horizon as the chill of the autumn tucks into his very bones , and he merely tucks his wings in close , tilting his head as he listens to the lapping of ocean water against grainy sands . There would be no holy fire to witness , not today , but he doesn't doubt that it would come , as it always did .
These lands are strange , however . Stepping into them had brought a weariness he hadn't felt in a very long time . In lifetimes and lifetimes , in millennia . The immortality had been sapped from his bones , and for the first time , he feels as if he can breathe , as if he's no longer cursed , but he doesn't hold onto that . He knows that eventually , it will come for him , settle against his body and wrap him , suffocate him as it always had .
Reliquary is no stranger to deities and their whims , nor their wrath . He knows eventually , there will be an immortality to drag him through the next few millennia . He had witnessed the rise of the world , had breathed in the air when it had been so fresh . He had seen the fall of kingdoms , tasted ash on his tongue when he had staggered out of his first home , out of the very fires of the gods . It had burned and melted him away , reformed him on the other side , reborn anew .
A forked tongue passes over his lips , dragging over razor sharp teeth , only to drag back into his mouth again , tasting copper tang from how the enamel had so easily sliced the tongue open .
This land is different , but in its very foundations , there will be deities that bring wrath down again and again , on those that blindly worship . He is merely an outsider , an observer , not too keen on listening or learning about them . But perhaps , staying may prove beneficial , if it keeps the immortality at bay .
For now , he only listens to the sea rage quietly on the autumn day , all four wings tucking in close enough that it looks like he merely has two wings , his head lowering slightly and nose pressing into wet sands to uncover a small shell , puffing air over it and tilting his head just a little .
The small , simple things in life .
How strange , to feel the urge to simply look over them again .
A calm before the storm , the gentle silence before the rage of deities . How many times had he laid eyes on them , before lands had been consumed in the way that deities always do ? Had he gone up in flames , only to emerge on the other side unscathed ?
Would it be this very sea that swallowed the lands , the raging torrents that engulfed the trees and foliage , swallowed every life within their grasp ? Two sets of eyes blink carefully , fixating on the far horizon as the chill of the autumn tucks into his very bones , and he merely tucks his wings in close , tilting his head as he listens to the lapping of ocean water against grainy sands . There would be no holy fire to witness , not today , but he doesn't doubt that it would come , as it always did .
These lands are strange , however . Stepping into them had brought a weariness he hadn't felt in a very long time . In lifetimes and lifetimes , in millennia . The immortality had been sapped from his bones , and for the first time , he feels as if he can breathe , as if he's no longer cursed , but he doesn't hold onto that . He knows that eventually , it will come for him , settle against his body and wrap him , suffocate him as it always had .
Reliquary is no stranger to deities and their whims , nor their wrath . He knows eventually , there will be an immortality to drag him through the next few millennia . He had witnessed the rise of the world , had breathed in the air when it had been so fresh . He had seen the fall of kingdoms , tasted ash on his tongue when he had staggered out of his first home , out of the very fires of the gods . It had burned and melted him away , reformed him on the other side , reborn anew .
A forked tongue passes over his lips , dragging over razor sharp teeth , only to drag back into his mouth again , tasting copper tang from how the enamel had so easily sliced the tongue open .
This land is different , but in its very foundations , there will be deities that bring wrath down again and again , on those that blindly worship . He is merely an outsider , an observer , not too keen on listening or learning about them . But perhaps , staying may prove beneficial , if it keeps the immortality at bay .
For now , he only listens to the sea rage quietly on the autumn day , all four wings tucking in close enough that it looks like he merely has two wings , his head lowering slightly and nose pressing into wet sands to uncover a small shell , puffing air over it and tilting his head just a little .
The small , simple things in life .
How strange , to feel the urge to simply look over them again .
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