"I'll love you forever" I said, and I meant it.
Even though forever meant after I died.
Even though an assassination attempt on the queen left me cold and dead, and I floated into the afterlife, I never stopped thinking of you.
Even though a presence came to me and told me you weren't my true soul mate, that my soul mate was waiting for me as soon as I'd go see her. I still love you and I always will.
Even though that same presence came again and showed me you were a god, the God of Death, proved to me beyond doubt that mortals and gods must never consort, and that my perfect match was still waiting for me, I never stopped loving you. All my heart and soul and mind, all directed to one point - I love you.
Even though I was told I was tearing apart that other soul who waited for me.
I told them I love you, and only you, and if she loves me that much, she can wait for the end of eternity. Just like me.
What do angels know? Obviously nothing. They keep trying to separate me from watching you.
"You belong in heaven. Why do you persist in watching hell?" They tell me, as I watch you in your work. I can't get through to be with you. I beat myself bloody trying, until they adjusted the sheilds until I couldn't beat myself anymore.
"Gods don't care about mortals." They tell me. That matters not. You told me you loved me, and you never lie. Even though I'm mortal and you're a god, we still love each other. I know. Because you looked up from your work, you looked at me, and somehow I knew you couldn't come where I was, and that's why we are apart.
"You are tearing apart the fabric of the afterlife." The angels came and told me yesterday. "The other souls see you, and your soulmate talks. Now people are remembering their past lives and past loves and searching each other out. It's wearing away the makeup of this universe."
Even though I destroy heaven, I still love you. I will continue to love you until it is a fact as inexorable as Existence itself, and I will still love you after everyone else accepts that.
I stepped a little closer today. The angels were right. The barriers are wearing thin.
The angels came again today. They haven't been coming as often. I guess they're too busy trying to keep people in heaven. I heard riots.I think people are trying to find old acquaintances. More power too them, I say. Because I'm getting closer.
The barriers came down completely today. And I'm searching for you. But I landed in the mortal coil in a suburb, where no one is dying. I'm going to a hospital- you'll show up there eventually.
I found you today. I rushed into your arms, and you kissed me soundly, and after we were done with our first hello's, you looked at me oddly and quirked your head.
"What?" I said, though I didn't really care. I had you, and that's all that mattered.
"For me, you destroyed Hell itself." You said. "And you set a billion trapped souls free."
"I love you. Always." I said.
"I know."
Fin.
Even though forever meant after I died.
Even though an assassination attempt on the queen left me cold and dead, and I floated into the afterlife, I never stopped thinking of you.
Even though a presence came to me and told me you weren't my true soul mate, that my soul mate was waiting for me as soon as I'd go see her. I still love you and I always will.
Even though that same presence came again and showed me you were a god, the God of Death, proved to me beyond doubt that mortals and gods must never consort, and that my perfect match was still waiting for me, I never stopped loving you. All my heart and soul and mind, all directed to one point - I love you.
Even though I was told I was tearing apart that other soul who waited for me.
I told them I love you, and only you, and if she loves me that much, she can wait for the end of eternity. Just like me.
What do angels know? Obviously nothing. They keep trying to separate me from watching you.
"You belong in heaven. Why do you persist in watching hell?" They tell me, as I watch you in your work. I can't get through to be with you. I beat myself bloody trying, until they adjusted the sheilds until I couldn't beat myself anymore.
"Gods don't care about mortals." They tell me. That matters not. You told me you loved me, and you never lie. Even though I'm mortal and you're a god, we still love each other. I know. Because you looked up from your work, you looked at me, and somehow I knew you couldn't come where I was, and that's why we are apart.
"You are tearing apart the fabric of the afterlife." The angels came and told me yesterday. "The other souls see you, and your soulmate talks. Now people are remembering their past lives and past loves and searching each other out. It's wearing away the makeup of this universe."
Even though I destroy heaven, I still love you. I will continue to love you until it is a fact as inexorable as Existence itself, and I will still love you after everyone else accepts that.
I stepped a little closer today. The angels were right. The barriers are wearing thin.
The angels came again today. They haven't been coming as often. I guess they're too busy trying to keep people in heaven. I heard riots.I think people are trying to find old acquaintances. More power too them, I say. Because I'm getting closer.
The barriers came down completely today. And I'm searching for you. But I landed in the mortal coil in a suburb, where no one is dying. I'm going to a hospital- you'll show up there eventually.
I found you today. I rushed into your arms, and you kissed me soundly, and after we were done with our first hello's, you looked at me oddly and quirked your head.
"What?" I said, though I didn't really care. I had you, and that's all that mattered.
"For me, you destroyed Hell itself." You said. "And you set a billion trapped souls free."
"I love you. Always." I said.
"I know."
Fin.