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A child bearing the sins of humanity.
He hath shed the skin of such,
yet retain the foolishness and empathy of one.
He too be the burden of flesh,
never trespassing the line between material and immaterial
Were it for the Good God to declare mercy unto him;
he forsook the ascension to a higher plane of existence
‘friends’ he once regarded two
now merely puppets in the reformation of the universe
she who wished to create a paradise
he who endured the oppression
alone
Was it truly such a sin to be human?
Was it truly such a sin to be a boy?
only a sombre expression paints him
a lonely child
He, after all, had taken upon oneself to reshape the world
the tattoos that carve into his skin are the vows etched
He can not stray from such
alone he walks the barren earth
employing power within his soul
ingesting the worms that writher in his gut
it feeds
A host in exchange for strength
in such a hierarchy of the world
Power is everything
the demons that take his side he grows stronger
Faster
Fiercer
they knew of his potential
if only he would discard such a lonely shell
He never spoke—only fleeting
yet
when the moon hangs low
he sobs to the enchantress
he cries to the empty concrete floor
he weeps; cascading droplets
the blurred, twisted vision of reality
the pixie watches over him
as he falls into a dreamless slumber
he is only a child,
the pixie tells the brute
Take pity upon a young soul
you too, were a child, once!
the brute scoffs in a gruff tone
the angels only rinse him in pity glances
the pixie, she mothers him
unlike the other daemons lurking upon
prancing at every opportunity to relish in his flesh
there’s no one you can trust
but someone who was with you for a long time;
the demi-fiend gains allyship of an ivory-haired hunter
the demi-fiend gains allyship of a pretty devil summoner
the journey must resume disregarding the foolish feelings
an attitude akin to a weak mortal’s shall not be tolerated for a God;
still
He beams a blank expression
the frosty façade to melt away in the most melancholy of times
However;
There is no time to dwell on such emotions!
he scolds himself.
the fiends rage for what he possesses
the daemons desire for what he is
there is no rest in this chaotic world
you are no longer of this world nor a child,
no one will take pity of a lost being
once fallen
they feed on your body and your intestines
if one lacks such strength;
death is the only cure!
with your ‘friends’ gone
one rotten away in the dust
one far away from the ideal of existence
what weeps for you is but the Gods