Of Beast and Beauty
In the beginning there was darkness, and in the darkness was a girl, and in the girl was a secret. The secret was as old as the cracked cobblestone streets of Tokyo, as particular as the roses that bloom eternally within the doomed cities walls, as poisonous as the forgotten history and the stories told in this place.
By the time the girl was born , the secret was all but lost. The stories had become scripture and only the brave- or very mad chose to care about them. The girl was raised on the stories and never dared question their truth, until the day her mother took her walking outside beyond the city walls.
In the wilds outside, a voice as fathomless as the ocean spoke to her of a time before the doomed cities, before wholes became halves and bargains were made in blood. It told her of terrible consequences. It begged her to listen, to live….
In the early days, I was one, The voice whispered. I was this world and the world was me, and the dance was seamless and sweet.
then the ships came from a faraway world. They came belching smoke and fire, stinking of space and beings living and breathing, loving and hating, hoping and despairing in close quarters for too many centuries I watched the humans spill from their ships, blinking in my sun, marveling at my moons, weeping as they set foot on land for the first time, and I was... Curious.
I teased my magic between their spindle fingers, into their seashell ears, around the pulsing heads of their babes, finding them as delightful as my own native species, but soft and unprepared for life on our world. Knowing they would die without my help, I began to touch them, to transform them. It was what i had done since the beginning of time when i was only the land and the sea and a longing for something more to keep me company.
But the humans were afraid of my touch, of the magic that caused their smooth skin to scale and their bodies to bunch with unfamiliar muscle. They cursed me. They praised me. They retreated into the great domes they built and hid themselves away, locking those already touched by my magic outside their gates and called them monsters.
They made promises and offerings and dangerous bargains, pulling at me until I was no longer one but two: The pure heart and the dark heart, something both more and much, much less.
The dark heart, my shadow self, soon developed an equally dark hunger. ot told the humans in the doomed cities of its longs, promising them safely and abundance in exchange for blood and pain, for the voluntary laying down of ones life, the ultimate act of devotion. It gave them magic words to speak and tool their rulers as offerings and in each city, in the place where the sacrificial blood was spilled, enchanted roses grew, a symbol of the covenant between the smooth skins and and their new god.
Decades passed, and the dark heart red and grew powerful, stealing vitality from the planet, determined that none but its chosen few should thrive. And so the humans in the cities learned to bleed and the demons in the wilds learned to hate, and I slowly faded away, stretched thinner with every passing year, until only a precious few heard my voice.
Finally I realized I had to reach out to the humans in a new way. Before it was to late. Using the power of transformation upon myself for the first time, I took the shape of a demon woman with long black hair and smooth flowing white robes. A body to give the humans, one last chance to show compassion.
I went from city to city, introducing myself as an enchantress, a priestess of the planet. I begged to be allowed inside. I begged the humans to abandon their dark worship and accept the gifts of their new world. I begged them to make me whole, to restore the innocence I'd lost when they had begun to call me God and Devil.
But the gates of the doomed cities remained shut. The humans had no concern for the rest of the world, so long as their own desired are met. They spit harsh words at me through cracks in their walls. They shot weapons through slots in their gates. Arrows pierced my chest, and my new blood spilled onto the ground.
I stumbled into the wilds, seeking shelter, but in the camps of the demons I found no aid. Sensing I was not one of their own, they bared their teeth, called me witch and turned me away.
My new body dying and my hopes for peace shattered, I gathered the last of my magic and sent a curse sweeping across the world. I cursed the eyes of the Demons to run dry and never know the release of tears, but i cursed the humans even more terribly. From that day froward, a precious few of their babes would be born, kissed by the Demons traits they so despised. The rest would be born with missing pieces, trapped in bodies as twisted and wrong as the dark heart they worshiped.
The Dark heart managed to spare a few of the city dwellers- those from families who had spilled blood for their go- but my curse had its way with the rest. The rest of the humans became more monstrous than the creatures they feared and no amount of blood spill could make them whole again.
There is only one way to undo the curse: If even one Human and one Demon can learn to love the other more than anything else- more than safety or prejudice, nore than privilege or revenge, more even than their own selves- then the curse that division has brought upon the world will be broken and made whole.
For a time. I had hope that my last act of cruelty would sway the humans in a ways my pleas for mercy had not. But as time passed- hundreds and hundreds of years slipping away as I tossed on the wind, a ghost haunting lands where I used to live and breathe- I saw I had accomplished nothing. The world outside of the domes continued to die. The land and the creatures upon it cried out for aid, but I could only watch as elders suffered and children starved. I had nothing left to give. I had lost everything but my voice.
And what good is a voice when so few will listen?
Will you listen, child? the pure heart of the planet asked the girl. Will you do what others would not? there is proof of the story I tell. I can show you where to look. I can help you find the truth.
The truth had been hidden away, the voice told the princess, but she could find it if she was brave.
The girl wasnt brave. Her fifth birthday was still three months away. she wasnt a hero with a sword; she wasnt even allowed a knife to cut her food, for fear she would sever a finger. But still the voice haunted her dreams. It cried out for justice, but the girl learned to cry louder, to stand on her tower balcony and howl, terrifying the common people living in the center of the city.
She screamed and fought the servants who were sent to care for her. she clawed at her fathers face and bared her teeth at him in rage. She wept and ripped her dolls to pieces- heads and legs pulled asunder, every dress torn in two, every tiny crown bent and broken- but she never spoke of her secret. She never admitted why she was so so angry. and afraid.
Months passed, and eventually the Pure Heart spoke to her no longer. the girls misery and rage slipped away and sank like a stone,
deep,
deep,
deep,
Inside her, until the truth was as forgotten as hope and beauty and all other things given to the darkness.
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