Chapter 7: Back to the Beginning
A silver haired demon with cold gray eyes, scanned his grass land. It has never felt so lonely before. thought this lone figure. The wind of the plane played with his hair like its own toy. It was all there, everything he had ever wanted, yet he didn't feel complete. There was a missing link in his chain of life, of fulfilment. It was supposed to be in front of him like everything else, but it wasn't.
He walked the long distance of the plane. On and on, never needing to stop for water or food. He passed flower after flower, tree after tree, until he found his destination. His pass through the great field felt like a dream that had once happened. Once. It was hard to tell where he had seen it all before. He walked into the village he had come to.
The stench of human was everywhere. Nothing like the lush field. It was a grungy, dirty smell that smothered his keen senses where ever he went. Then he smelled something sweet. It did not smell like food and certainly not like the humans that surrounded him, but sweet and soothing, like the flowers he had passed. It was intoxicating.
He walked his way toward the woman he had seen and pinpointed where the scent came from. "Beautiful aren't they," she said with a wonderful voice that had never filled his ears for a long time. His mother had the same voice. She looked up and met his eyes with hers. The dreamy feeling came back to him again. It was like a scene from a dream, then it twirled in his brain till it hurt. He closed his eyes breathing deeply. When he opened them, it was the same face, but. It was covered with red. Blood.
He wasn't horrified. He let the dream run on its own. Her face wasn't red anymore, but its creamy color again. She walked on, with him following. They both made small talk and introduced themselves till it was time to go. He had lost time. It had escaped from his grasp and he had to go. He promised he would be back.
As he walked away she said, "When the time comes, to finally die A savor will come and help me by Making the angels of heaven cry. The dove of life, so young and pure Will help me love and find the cure. Then it's back to the beginning, where it will happen again But, this time... Love will triumph in the end.........
A silver haired demon with cold gray eyes, scanned his grass land. It has never felt so lonely before. thought this lone figure. The wind of the plane played with his hair like its own toy. It was all there, everything he had ever wanted, yet he didn't feel complete. There was a missing link in his chain of life, of fulfilment. It was supposed to be in front of him like everything else, but it wasn't.
He walked the long distance of the plane. On and on, never needing to stop for water or food. He passed flower after flower, tree after tree, until he found his destination. His pass through the great field felt like a dream that had once happened. Once. It was hard to tell where he had seen it all before. He walked into the village he had come to.
The stench of human was everywhere. Nothing like the lush field. It was a grungy, dirty smell that smothered his keen senses where ever he went. Then he smelled something sweet. It did not smell like food and certainly not like the humans that surrounded him, but sweet and soothing, like the flowers he had passed. It was intoxicating.
He walked his way toward the woman he had seen and pinpointed where the scent came from. "Beautiful aren't they," she said with a wonderful voice that had never filled his ears for a long time. His mother had the same voice. She looked up and met his eyes with hers. The dreamy feeling came back to him again. It was like a scene from a dream, then it twirled in his brain till it hurt. He closed his eyes breathing deeply. When he opened them, it was the same face, but. It was covered with red. Blood.
He wasn't horrified. He let the dream run on its own. Her face wasn't red anymore, but its creamy color again. She walked on, with him following. They both made small talk and introduced themselves till it was time to go. He had lost time. It had escaped from his grasp and he had to go. He promised he would be back.
As he walked away she said, "When the time comes, to finally die A savor will come and help me by Making the angels of heaven cry. The dove of life, so young and pure Will help me love and find the cure. Then it's back to the beginning, where it will happen again But, this time... Love will triumph in the end.........