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Now then, can you guesss who this is? Please drop me a message if you think you know. I'll give you a cookie... -waves cybercookie tantilizingly-
When the Powers Who Were The Beginning created Life, they were a family, brothers and sisters all, loving, supporting, and fierce. Together they nurtured Life in all its forms, as a group of parents, guiding and protecting, understanding and loving. The perfect family.
They never understood me, never even tried.
She was the only one who cared, the only one who tried. She, now, she was something. Even now, though I still harbor my hurt and hate and a million other rotting things, I still love her. She was part of me and I of her. Together we were one; together we lit the heavens. How we used to blaze in the skies! We would laugh and play and talk and just bask in the glow of each other. My sister…my other half…the brighter half…the half made of twinkling starsong and the slow, steady beat of the life of the cosmos…my love…
But then…. then they threw me out, cast me from home, away from the light, and she led them, sword burning brighter than then our children the stars. I was betrayed, and for what? Nothing! For nothing at all was I betrayed and made an It, doomed to be forever alone.
All I did was give a gift. Same as she did. As everyone did. But no one wanted my gift. No one took it into their hearts gladly.
No.
Mine was the gift that brought the end to my life, began my battle. Mine was death instead of life and for that I lost everything I loved. Her I lost, and my home…and the light….
I'll never forget the light. Never ever, not even when the stars all die and everything is darkness. It was what I truly loved, more than sister, more than home, more than being part of- being one of- them. The light is what I have longed for, dreamed of, wished for from the bottom of what used to be my heart, since I was dishonored. The light…
My heart aches as my darkness slowly extinguishes the light. I spread myself throughout the galaxies, pawning pain and suffering, distributing death, wanting every being to feel my pain, experience the absolute despair that comes when you lose everything you have ever known and loved. I want them to suffer as I have, lose the light as I have, to know that there is no return. To despair…forever.
My mission in existence is pain, spreading eternal fear, soul-killing fear. I live for the darkness, the hate and the hurt. I extinguish the sparks of Life where ever I find them. The light of Life…
This is my existence's work, how I am defined.
Why then do I hate it? Why do I long for the impossibility, the improbability?
Why?
Perhaps even a sinner can repent...