My Thunderous Will
I do not measure time in seconds, minutes, hours.
Days and weeks? Mere heartbeats.
Years – trifles.
Decades, centuries, are but waves in time's river.
Eons.
That is the unit by which I measure time.
I have lived for many eons.
An apocalyptic inferno bore witness to when my blackened instincts infuriated to crimson reason.
Heaven's judgment heralded my ascension from volcanic rage to thundering purity.
Such is the Fatalis cycle.
An undisturbed will of the gods themselves – that our physical bonds develop with impunity.
Yet it seems that those gods have now forsaken us.
My youngest brother, blackened and feral, fell to four mortal souls. His body fell to the depths of darkness. My piercing cry split the seas.
My younger sister, of crimson rage and reason, fell to four hardened spirits. Her soul descended to volcanic madness. My piercing cry split the earth.
I remain.
Four godslayers now dare to intrude upon my birthright, bestowed upon me and my kin from the souls of the Schrade rebels.
For once in my many eons, I measure time in hours, minutes, seconds. Heartbeats.
Four hours for them to arrive at Schrade. One heartbeat.
One minute for me to locate all four scattered souls. Four heartbeats.
Ten seconds for my mere presence to eclipse the very sun. Eight heartbeats.
From the darkened epicenter I emerge, and slowly perch upon an ancient pillar.
I speak, in an ancient tongue unknown to them.
"By my will, I command the heavens!" Peals of bloodied lightning descend at my beckoning.
"By my will, you shall face judgment!"
I drop down to the ruined castle's floor.
My noble snout mere feet from one particular hunter –
Their leader, dressed in my sister's skin.
My blood-red orbs bore into his, as I gaze upon his trespassing soul.
A phoenix cry, a primal bellow, both surge forth from my maw in a symphony of hellish despair.
"I am your rapture."