Bethlehem Sage
By SMYGO4EVA

From the bloodstained cries of despair to the threshold held by god-like power, the foggy sands shifted by the winds shall soon pass. She never thought that she, a human of purposeless existence, would fall in love with the infamous Thief King.

She truly never saw herself as powerful. She never thought the he, the Thief King, would see her as powerful. It haunted her, the very thought of his callous smile. He haunted her every being, she knew that quite well.

They met by fountains of blood, seeking to join together so they would create a world with the Millennium Items.

All seven of them, damned by the deities and theirs to caress, touch, use and tarnish: it was killing her.

She saw it, the cruel nature that is of the bloodstained sandman as he brought forth illusions and dreams she never would escape from. Obsidian night and their own gods curse the very existence of Him – his holiness would never be contain in an individual as dark as him, nor her.

It haunted her dreams, and such dreams she has.

He dreams of her, she dreams of him. They would dream of what would become of them if they made love, if they even thought of becoming one and being forgotten forever. The sands of Bethlehem are the gusts of time and the glittering oasis belonging to mixed pleasure and pain.

His scar…..

Her blessing of God….

Those would incapacitate her if she didn't know the truth that was hidden beneath the mirrors. Hushed affection was evident; she was in love with the Thief King, as he lusted for her. He saw her as a beautiful goddess, and he stopped at nothing to carve the cursed words onto her pale skin.

Fallen goddess, maiden of the dragon…you are mine…you belong to the Thief King…

The truth was both good and bad for every individual, and in the dawn of cities such as Bethlehem, where the savior was born, the sage would be in day's end soon.