A Banquet Of Marionettes
By SMYGO4EVA
It was tainted love, strung by the Master Puppeteer who rules the depths of darkness. Of course, it was the mixture of cold foreboding black and the pulsating magma blood that tainted them so. To be surrounded by such tempting sirens would in either way destroy one psyche after another; however they felt that it was only human nature. They were controlled by certain emotions humans weren't meant to have anyway. From what they knew, humankind was the most selfish of all beings, and they would never really find love even if it took them a thousand years to search for.
Hell's mirage would break the cycle that they created for all of the sacrifices. The sacrifices whom eagerly leapt into the hellhole called worthlessness and salvation. Their Shadows fled through the walls, their forms writhing from torture, screaming in agony; they were entrapped within the darkness itself, the blood that remained of humanity. They were fools, traitors: those doomed to suffer even in this new age.
With the smoke and mirrors surrounding the Earth, its illusionist rule would exist. Humanity seemed to have forgotten its place within the godforsaken world, left only for the two individuals sane enough to thrive from the darkness itself. The result: sinister feelings and their own devices would only control them, drowning in memories. The world has now become a banquet of marionettes, the most controlled humanity of all.
