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Meh, a poorly written drabble; quality of this one is terrible, in my opinion. Mainly wrote just to force myself to write something. Inspired by
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I stand here somberly at the gates of my own destruction, the culmination of all my failures, the apex of all my sorrows, yet at the same time gates that represent all my triumphs, those fleeting moments of joy that helped define who I was, the contrast of the good inside that I wished to be, to the evil that I seemed to become.
For good and evil are almost situational – universally, there is a good and evil, but in respect to governments, beliefs, they change with time. Now, my universal good is seen as evil to the ideas of this day.
Even I question it – I believe in what I’m fighting for, so that justifies it, right? I know what I’m doing must be done, but it goes against everything I was taught, everything that this era stands for. But I feel in my heart it must be done.
The people must see the light.
I push these doors of malice and hope, of destruction of creation - these doors that contain the judgment of my soul. A blinding light overtakes me, warm and comforting, but simultaneously burning with malice.
I stand now in the domain of the Gods, the first mortal to ever do so. I’m not worried about my lack of armor, for it would be feeble against the forces I’ll now face, and my faith has been poured into this blade of steel – I can only hope that it can protect me from the forces on a plane far different from my own.
I walk down the street constructed of stars, watch as golden threads weave around me, forming the universe as the Gods see it. As if conforming to the natural rhythms of my mortal body, they pull themselves taunt from their dancing nature, forming scenery and objects and create a serene road, lined by cherry blossom trees – yet all is bathed in a golden light.
I can see the blinding pillar at the end of this road, the final door that will take me to my finale.
Unflinchingly I cross this pillar of white flame.
I come into a domain only dreamed about, spoken of only on the most fleeting of whispers, the Chamber of the Council of Nine. I see each god in their position, on the spoke of their half-wheel: Centuros and Meitr, the gods of time and space covering the two inner spokes that frame the center spoke; Lenus and Umbriam, gods of light and darkness on either side of those, and Venturi, Aquerna, Vulcros, and Terramnum, gods of wind, water, fire, and earth forming the remaining outer four spokes.
And of course, Nerocer, the God of Balance and Judgment at the head, sitting with a content look on his face, while he sits in his lofty throne.
A voice that seems to radiate both power, but also speak quietly and comfortingly both surrounds me and speaks within me as the nine gods speak as one entity, “Why have you soiled this realm, mortal, by coming here with a bloodlust?”
“Don’t feign as if you know not! Or are the stories of your omnipotence as such? You know well why I’ve come here! You’ve interfered too greatly in the realm of man; a gods power comes from either fear or praise, and you’ve abused that strength. When you start to impose your power upon free will, trying to bend us to your whim, as you so simply can, causing catastrophes for fear, which in turn breed prayers that plead for salvation… I’m taking back our fates!”
“Foolish mortal. You cannot comprehend the grander of our scheme. You men need to see that happiness does not lie on the Material plane, that earthly possessions are null. Only by achieving a unified state of mine amongst each other, and then amongst us, can Man truly experience joy. Look what you’ve done with this free will – you kill each other and decimate the land. You argue for ownership over that which can have no owner; you pledge allegiance in fleeting ideals or alliances. You fight not only yourself, but other creatures, as well as the very Earth itself! You cannot be left to do as you please, or you shall never achieve your divine destiny, you shall only destroy, consume, and fall ever deeper into an endless spiral of chaos!”
“You speak only of the worst among us – you act as if there is good among us! For every criminal, there are two more wholesome beings who work, with no simpler goal than to achieve their dreams. They work for what they have, they use what they are give or can get, but often give in return. That’s the problem with standing on top of the clouds – you can only see the bigger, often tainted picture, and you miss the purer details that, while they grow more slowly, will far outlast the tainted ones.”
There was a flash of light as I drew my blade, it burning like white fire.
“Even if eventually mankind is to be judge, until that day we have one right bestowed upon us during our very creation – freedom! It is our will to live, and I am the servant of that will. Should need be, I will slay you, for you are only entities given strength by praise, not the true force behind the creation of everything. Now fight me! If you are so eager to pass judgment with your tilted scales, then let me be the first!”
I pick myself up off the ground, my faith laying shattered in two pieces beside me. Of course their power would be too much for me. They must have decimated me.
Or did they? I’m still alive. I’m no longer in that golden realm, but I still have my life. Of course they’d have stripped me of the memories from that battle…If I was killed, than I am reincarnated…or, if I won but failed to deal a killing blow, then they wouldn’t want me knowing a mortal stood up to the power of nine gods.
Nine? But that’s not right. There are more than nine gods. Amaterasu is the sun goddess, and Izanagi and his wife were responsible for the creation of our home.
I pick up my faith, once again in a single solid piece. I look up into the sky and see the golden orb floating there, quietly – is their some maiden there? I can see someone…no, my eyes must be playing tricks on me; no one is in the sun.
I sheathe my katana – the simple sound of bells in the distance resonates with my soul.
We are free once more.
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I stand here somberly at the gates of my own destruction, the culmination of all my failures, the apex of all my sorrows, yet at the same time gates that represent all my triumphs, those fleeting moments of joy that helped define who I was, the contrast of the good inside that I wished to be, to the evil that I seemed to become.
For good and evil are almost situational – universally, there is a good and evil, but in respect to governments, beliefs, they change with time. Now, my universal good is seen as evil to the ideas of this day.
Even I question it – I believe in what I’m fighting for, so that justifies it, right? I know what I’m doing must be done, but it goes against everything I was taught, everything that this era stands for. But I feel in my heart it must be done.
The people must see the light.
I push these doors of malice and hope, of destruction of creation - these doors that contain the judgment of my soul. A blinding light overtakes me, warm and comforting, but simultaneously burning with malice.
I stand now in the domain of the Gods, the first mortal to ever do so. I’m not worried about my lack of armor, for it would be feeble against the forces I’ll now face, and my faith has been poured into this blade of steel – I can only hope that it can protect me from the forces on a plane far different from my own.
I walk down the street constructed of stars, watch as golden threads weave around me, forming the universe as the Gods see it. As if conforming to the natural rhythms of my mortal body, they pull themselves taunt from their dancing nature, forming scenery and objects and create a serene road, lined by cherry blossom trees – yet all is bathed in a golden light.
I can see the blinding pillar at the end of this road, the final door that will take me to my finale.
Unflinchingly I cross this pillar of white flame.
I come into a domain only dreamed about, spoken of only on the most fleeting of whispers, the Chamber of the Council of Nine. I see each god in their position, on the spoke of their half-wheel: Centuros and Meitr, the gods of time and space covering the two inner spokes that frame the center spoke; Lenus and Umbriam, gods of light and darkness on either side of those, and Venturi, Aquerna, Vulcros, and Terramnum, gods of wind, water, fire, and earth forming the remaining outer four spokes.
And of course, Nerocer, the God of Balance and Judgment at the head, sitting with a content look on his face, while he sits in his lofty throne.
A voice that seems to radiate both power, but also speak quietly and comfortingly both surrounds me and speaks within me as the nine gods speak as one entity, “Why have you soiled this realm, mortal, by coming here with a bloodlust?”
“Don’t feign as if you know not! Or are the stories of your omnipotence as such? You know well why I’ve come here! You’ve interfered too greatly in the realm of man; a gods power comes from either fear or praise, and you’ve abused that strength. When you start to impose your power upon free will, trying to bend us to your whim, as you so simply can, causing catastrophes for fear, which in turn breed prayers that plead for salvation… I’m taking back our fates!”
“Foolish mortal. You cannot comprehend the grander of our scheme. You men need to see that happiness does not lie on the Material plane, that earthly possessions are null. Only by achieving a unified state of mine amongst each other, and then amongst us, can Man truly experience joy. Look what you’ve done with this free will – you kill each other and decimate the land. You argue for ownership over that which can have no owner; you pledge allegiance in fleeting ideals or alliances. You fight not only yourself, but other creatures, as well as the very Earth itself! You cannot be left to do as you please, or you shall never achieve your divine destiny, you shall only destroy, consume, and fall ever deeper into an endless spiral of chaos!”
“You speak only of the worst among us – you act as if there is good among us! For every criminal, there are two more wholesome beings who work, with no simpler goal than to achieve their dreams. They work for what they have, they use what they are give or can get, but often give in return. That’s the problem with standing on top of the clouds – you can only see the bigger, often tainted picture, and you miss the purer details that, while they grow more slowly, will far outlast the tainted ones.”
There was a flash of light as I drew my blade, it burning like white fire.
“Even if eventually mankind is to be judge, until that day we have one right bestowed upon us during our very creation – freedom! It is our will to live, and I am the servant of that will. Should need be, I will slay you, for you are only entities given strength by praise, not the true force behind the creation of everything. Now fight me! If you are so eager to pass judgment with your tilted scales, then let me be the first!”
I pick myself up off the ground, my faith laying shattered in two pieces beside me. Of course their power would be too much for me. They must have decimated me.
Or did they? I’m still alive. I’m no longer in that golden realm, but I still have my life. Of course they’d have stripped me of the memories from that battle…If I was killed, than I am reincarnated…or, if I won but failed to deal a killing blow, then they wouldn’t want me knowing a mortal stood up to the power of nine gods.
Nine? But that’s not right. There are more than nine gods. Amaterasu is the sun goddess, and Izanagi and his wife were responsible for the creation of our home.
I pick up my faith, once again in a single solid piece. I look up into the sky and see the golden orb floating there, quietly – is their some maiden there? I can see someone…no, my eyes must be playing tricks on me; no one is in the sun.
I sheathe my katana – the simple sound of bells in the distance resonates with my soul.
We are free once more.
