Watch towers
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It is better to have faith in what you cannot see. For what we see could be illusions and made false but what we cannot touch or manipulate tends to be what we cannot see. Kami?
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"Don't worry babe, I'mma be back before the date." Those words full of happiness and no worry, all so carefree as he huged her frame. Lookking up she smiled a bit before stepping away from the man. Shoving him out the house into the cold, stormy porch. She stepped back just to be out of reach, away from the sprinkles of water. "I won't. You have to worry about yourself before dad comes over to meet you."
They stared into one another, there was no point in looking away, no not when the other had such bright eyes. Glee shown through their small smirks. "Ha! So what? He's going to banish me away form our little home. It's ours now you know."
"Bleh... You promise you'll be back." His armour was sound, and his weapons were fixed onto his person. There was no need to worry. Hugging him one last time and stepping away.
"Yes I do, now let me go off. I'll find you here." He walked away, well more like marched with pride, there were no I love you's in the whole exchange. Should she be upset, maybe, but she was okay with it. They didn't say it often unless it was deemed right by the situation.
He was no going to war, just a simple round on the parameter*. His thought on this mission meant it was perfectly simple with no sign of any danger on the way.
He'll tell her when he thinks it could be dangerous.
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It is better to be deaf, blind and dumb. It is a curse to be aware, to have knowledge, for I wish I was a simple stupid human for once.
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The world is cruel and cold when you know more. Would it not be better if no one could hear those harmful and cruel words, whispered by the unseen audience. Those little lumps on the skin when something warm or cold touches one's soul.
Her eyes were sore from all the tears. She was in the market.
Someone nearly tripped her, stumbling a bit before lifting her head up to see who it was. Correction, what it is.
"S-sorry mam. I'll get that for you." A little small head, bright and obvious with it's golden hair. She shoved it away from her food, shooed it away before she hit it.
It moved away, her glare making it run.
Her eyes were relieved to feel the new tears to make her eyes feel better. The burn they had earlier gone since her salty tears started falling.
He's a child.
A fucking child.
She didn't care enough.
He's the demon, since he reminded her of the demon and the demon killed him. Just after he promised and they moved in.
She would not be seen out of her home for the next month. Not until someone noticed a foul and coppery smell from her home. Better away from all the eyes.
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I will see what cannot be unseen, and know more of mankind that it would know of itself.
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"Here, up here. "
His lips were bloody and brused*- If he made it he would start a bar, and drink the bar out of business. His attacter* lifted his face and roughly* turned it towards his daughter. His little presious daughter who could barely reach his upper thigh. The woman in the red stained dress stood up and walked over to her.
Pulling the child's hair by the sculp, making sure it hurt even if the girl tried to follow her hand.
"Honey, I said I would get you something but Mikki's got a dance recitel. Honey, yes we'll go on our date but Mikki asked me to help with her project, I'm sure it won't take any time at all." She made the child mimic her by forcefully moving her broken jaw up and down, ignoring the little girls whimpers.
"Well fuck, that took all night and we ended up not having sex at all. Nothing."
The woman screeched, dumping the child to the floor. Looking at her husbandshe smiled a bit before turning. The moonlight cut from the curtain, it was a full moon tonight, shinning on her still form. The gun in her hand still warm from the first shot to his leg.
The floor was red like her dress, it would be a bitch to clean... she ain't the bitch to clean it though.
He looked at her, pure and utterly clean cut rage was directed at her- no hate just yet he stilled cared about her but he could not understand.
This was her child, was it not? She gave birth to Mikki, held the child in her stomach and in her arms, it was not his. He still loved her reguardless, so why? She, SHE should LOVE her CHILD.
HER FUCKING BABY!
Was she jelleous* of the child, her own little Mikki? She was only five, five year olds need all the attention.
"Megan, " her name left as a breathy pant, his lungs were full of blood and the rod was still impaling him. "please let her go or just let her die in peace, she's just a child. In Fact she's your child."
He begged, he wouldn't mind himself going out if it was just him. He could handle the pain
"Nah she made my shit list. Better she should have known her place, no one takes my man away from me. She's just a way to keep you in, to make sure you weren't a crap shitting boy. I don't give a fuck, she knows you're mine, but she kept hogging you.
YOU'RE FUCKING MINE!"
She screamed right into his ear when she reached him, walking through her whole speech.
His face had a horrified expresion, with wide empty eyes, when found.
The girl wasn't there when he was found.
She was lighting the car on fire after she reached her next destination.
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There is no escape. I must sit and shall for all my days on, watching with my white eyes. For her crimes against the laws set by the gods.
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"FAther, please, please, please, no!"
Running fast hot tears on her cheaks. She could not stay here, no please she wanted to die.
Fast, faster and faster.
Hard, harder and harder.
His fist hit her throut* enough to make sure she's alive but could not speak.
"Listen ya piece of shit. You will shut up and let me have my fun. Maybe, just Maybe you'd die tonight."
Running fast hot tears on her cheaks. She could not stay here, no please she wanted to die. But he would not let her, he loved her pain. The pain she felt replace the pain her felt when she was born alive and his wife was not. Beter her than him, better pleasure than pain.
She never got to leave.
She never got to die.
She was still alive but insane and wounded. He loved how she grew to look like her mother in every single way. She made a good wife.
At least until she stabbed him.
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You donot disobey the gods for they show no mercy or remorse.
THey have no limit to their pettiness.
No, if angered their boundries are blurred line that they simpally walk over.
They hit where it hurts and where you'll forever regret you mistakes.
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"Mother didn't care about that fact,she was already mad."
Hinata's ear flopped again and she could not for the life of her bother to set them straight. Facing the mirrior she blinked a bit before at least attempting again. Her eyes seemed hallow, the world still carried on- she could not stop it.
The mirror itself was murky, seeing many years without being cleaned yet still showing reflections without the slightest sign of dirt. It was amazing how if one just stared enough they would see the tiny creases found on the skin and little changes in skin tone. Even if she hadn't been out since her comming of age.
1000 years of freedom before imprisonment for crimes she had not commited other than being related to the mad rabbit queen/goddess/thing.
Really they could have at least just made her blind for all of her eternal life instead of making her watch all of mankind's follies. It would only result in insanity.
Was that the point, to make her insane?
Joke's on them, she was born insane, it was part of her blood but not in the power-hungry way. She was, how can you say this...
Crazy and Indifferent to man. To death. To life. TO other beings.
To herself.
She did not care anymore. She was born to be insane and to create it.
Or was she madeto watch in order to care? To stop her insantiy from spreading to them too since mommy dearest nearly did?
But then again she would not truly know anymore until she interacted with other life forms other than watching them. From her lavender tinted white eyes. Round and milky clear like the mirror in front of her. Stare long enough and you might see her flaws, small cracks that littered her mind and the flood of knowledge. Knowledge of how man lived with the doors closed and open.
She had watched from the day she was set in this large enclosed room. Curse markings covering the room. Small simple items around, such as her bed. Where she would sleep, her eye lids closed but still her eyes would see. She would watch in her sleep, observing in her dreams. Safly secure in her own dimension, with no contact from anything with any form of intellegence.
She missed the small critters that were called ants. She forgot why she should be angry or irritated with the presance of flies. She knew nothing of how it felt to eat food, a way of achiving sustinance for her body, honestly she stopped sleeping after the first centuary. She could never tire for she was trapped in a world of loops. Where forever she would be as young as she was when frist placed, sealed like a specimin to be studied in a plastic seal.
How was it to talk to someone again, she could only narrate the stories of the people she watched. Somehow able to focus of one and speak, her eyes were basically omniscient. To focus on a singularity was impossible. Possible if it was a small range but hers was of a planet.
Nothing a couple of centuries doing nothing but wacthing couldn't fix.
Reaching for her next form of entertainment, her hair cut every twenty years to make a for of material since all it took to change her outfit was to imagine she had clothes on in the firdt place. It was never cold nor too hot, a medium meant not to distract one from anything.
Picking up the thin long strands of a dark navy with a purple glow peice of hair. She slowly manipulated it to float up and move in a seemingly random yet repeatitve motion she made another strand move through it too. Same motion in a different direction, she repeated this until all the hair set for that year was used up. The result.
Another silky smooth dress. Simple dress yet with complex miniscule patterns where the hair was weaved.
She then set out to undo the dress, remebering the exact pattern that she used to make it.
Thread by thread.
Hair by hair.
None were broken.
None were broken, because she could not afford for another strand to be broken. After so many years, correction centuries, she could not break her last strand of hope. Her hope left on one strand.
Her eyes could see, they could see the past of others and their futures. She would watch and live through the in between, she had watched the embryo form in a mother only for an error in the fetus's code to be made and later deform the child to have no functioning lungs. That they the parents had to drop any hope of their child. It was their last attempt.
She was watching right now as they faught with each other in that moment, that death was only according to them two months ago.
As said she could see, but for herself she could only feel she would be freed.
She could see another was to be born. A new god, one that would save her from her unfair punishment. One that could help her seal her cracks from spreading further. One that could teach her:
How it felt to have grass touch her feet.
How it felt to dive into cold water and adapt feeling warm until having to leave into the cold.
How stuffing yourself with fruits and Junk Food while basking under the sun, it could rain she could not care less.
She wants to know contact with others, she wants to feel in every or any form possible. Mentaly or physically and both at the same time.
She would not break the last strands of hair as she seperated them.
She hoped she would not be seperated from her percious maelstorm of hope.
She watched as the couple sat together and agreed for one last shot.
She watched as they prayed, as they were blessed, as the wife was struck by lightning.
How they survived the storms killing everyone else. How all the danger seemed attracted to them, mainly for only one reason.
She watched as they cursed the gods, whom she knew were laugh at therir misfortune knowing who was going to be born but oblivious to his true duty.
She watched as he was born within choas of an invasion and demons trampling around his parent's newest home. His father protecting him and yet having to seal the life of one of the demons into his own son in order to protect his home, dying with the hope that they would not hurt his child and that the mother would at least survive.
She watched him grow with the eyes full of hate surounding him, and the chaos he caused making her smile. He was of age. He would set her free as he touched his orb.
The orb that was his since it was decieded what he would be, the orb of destiny. The orb for deities.
His orb of chaos.
Hers glowed on her forhead.
Her orb of insanity.
His gift would be seen later.
As she watched they orb glow and merge with him setting on his chest, she smiled for the first time in a long while as her prison seemed to disappear.
It was a law that every god had their own life partner, one that complimented them. If calamity and craziness didn't go together what else would. They did not have to be similar, many were opposites, but they were placed due to efficiency in their future roles.
THe prison was gone and she was there floating a bit above the ground due to her forgeting she was constantly hovering when in there in her little world. She faced him and saw he had an odd expression.
He was flustered.
"Umm... Ah yes, I... I-I'm naked?" She hadn't spoken in so long that she stuttered.
They both were flustered.
It was good to be free.