Chapter One: Pity
To sleep,
To dream.
Can't dream.
The dreams hurt too much.
Only wanted love,
A mate,
Guess I overcompensated.
It is mine now,
But do I really want it?
Now that I have it, what do I do with it?
And is the whole world truly mine?
She had to come from somewhere.
I'll ask.
I'll pretend,
And fool us both.
But I forget,
I killed her.
Now what?
Do I rebuild?
Do I celebrate?
But with whom?
Alone.
Now I know what it means.
Now I know how she felt.
I killed her.
I killed she who could not die.
Is it final?
No matter.
I learned how to kill those who cannot die.
No head, no life.
Could this have been prevented?
Of course.
But I must remember:
It is as much my fault as theirs.
What now?
What do you do when you rule the world?
You sleep.
I can't avoid it.
I can't run anymore.
I thought I was master of it all.
But yet the sun and time rule me.
Fuck it all.
The sun rose and Lexington turned to stone. The Xanatos virus shut down every computerized device on the planet. The people went into shock. The world was finally still, quiet, and peaceful.
Three figures steeped out of the shadows. They went over to the sleeping master and touched him.
"What a pity. All those lives wasted. There is no one left to bury them."
"What a pity. Hope has been smashed. Tomorrow will not be better."
"What a pity. He did not deserve this not. He will never find peace."
"Sad how innocence can be corrupted. The people who can stop it don't realize it can happen. When they do. It is often too late."
"If only."
"There is nothing that can be done for this timeline. Pity."
"Pity."
"Pity.'
The pale, ghostly figure dropped her hand from the sleeping gargoyle. She took five steps than vanished, her moonstone pendant glittering in the sun. The slight, tan, blonde in a green dress dropped her hand and sadly shook her head. She took five steps than vanished, her amber pendant glittering in the sun. The last being stared wistfully at the statue. Her tail flicked back and forth, while her white wings drooped. And she to dropped her hand. She quickly pricked her own finger with a needle sharp talon. Then, with her blood, she painted a symbol on Lex's face. She took five steps than vanished, her bloodstone pendant glittering in the sun.
