Disclaimer: Nothing's mine.
Perspective: Death.
They don't understand.
Their ignorance deprives them of the strength to. I watch them leap but fall, then struggle, and finally wait. They wait for a white flag, a sign of victory, or simply, an answer. Pitiful they all appear, and I almost pray for them.
Why do you try to defy me?
A restless man is put to rest at last, thrown into a grave mass of rock and blood; his heartbeat has long ago stopped, yet a fire within still faintly burns. Beside him, a set of invisible eyes begins to lose vision; he with no longer a curse upon his forehead remains a struggle away from surrendering to my abyss. And a few red handprints away, weaponry itself has sacrificed its sharp reign but she crawls to them still.
Humans never cease to amaze me.
You are all dead, I yell, but they refuse to believe it. Three sets of hands join with dreadful difficulty and I want to cry.
Why do you try to defy me?
We immerse in silence.
I crush them.
Flames of frightening energy dance in his chest, scorching all that it tinges with kisses that I cannot steal. A blaze of green dye flashes, diminishes, but quickly returns and grows; it is mocking me. I take a hateful breath and after a moment of the man's final resolve, the fire is blown out. All that remains dancing is now dancing in pitch black.
I move onward. The next one is better than the first; he is so close to understanding, but his blank stare can never be filled with enough insight. I dangle his vision from my very fingertips, blurring it and tainting it so he can see nothing but nothing. I pause for a moment to observe him as he blinks again, again, again and soon, stops in defeat. I want to laugh because I know he wishes to see what I see. Finally, I blind him completely. I then laugh.
My feet bleed from her knives and needles as I walk toward the last fool but it is nothing compared to the state she is in. Her body is in pieces. It is everywhere. It is only half a puzzle even when complete. She won't last long, so I decide to wait until she feels no longer brave. I wait for hours. She fights me still. Upset, I stab her scrolls. They rip.
I hold their hands, their souls, their last breaths together, and drag them down alone.
One remains igniting, another stares at the sky, and the other fights. The ignorance angers me.
Why do you try to defy me?
They again do not answer. They only wait. It's vexing.
I kill them.
With a smile, I whisper, Death always wins.
And I make sure they understand.
