Woo! Chapter 3! Only one more after this. Hope everyone enjoys this installment! : D
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The ground seems to moan in defeat the farther we descend. Not even I have been to this part of Silent Hill.
The Executioner's lair.
God's lair.
He isn't really walking with me; He's dragging me along by my hand. If I wasn't quick, He would be dragging me around like one of his corpses.
It doesn't matter if it's not at all romantic. It isn't His nature to be romantic.
My God is imperfect, and I wouldn't have it any other way.
I am so caught up in my musings that I don't realize we are at our destination until He throws me into a dimly lit room.
It's completely bare of all furniture. There is a drain off to one corner that is completely red with blood. The coppery scent invades my senses and makes me want to wretch.
It's playtime my little shadow.
I stay rooted to the ground near the drain, my back to him. I am a fool! I followed him around for years and I actually believed he was capable of compassion. I could feel the bile bubble up in my throat.
I could handle being ignored by the Red God; but being deceived by Him?
The moment his hand touches my shoulder I spin out of his grasp and hide in the shadows.
"It was not a smart move to confront me in the shadows Xuchilbara."
He just stands there in the middle of the room; a horrifyingly beautiful statue. Not even He can see me in the dark.
I have perfected my art.
I shall force God onto his knees. Force Him to lament over what He can never have.
Isn't this what you wanted my little shadow?
"We both want something that can never be my dear Executioner. I seek love and you seek lust. Neither of us shall ever be satisfied."
A harsh scream seems to shake the very foundations of the town. The sound is grating; more terrifying than the cries of the damned and the odd moans of the buildings. The horrors of the Otherworld pale in comparison to the feral roar of God.
I let small cry escape my lips. Even now I want nothing more to run and comfort Him. I am doomed to forever love Him; the greatest punishment for my sins.
He turns, the great knife swinging out almost majestically behind Him. He turns his head to the side as if looking over his shoulder.
Outlined in the doorway, He looks vulnerable. Still terrifying, nothing would ever change that…But the marble statue now has cracks.
I will be seeing you again. You are mine.
He sweeps out of the room, the horrible sound of metal on metal growing fainter and fainter.
When I can no longer hear Him, I weep. Gaining His love is impossible, and I will not settle just being another faceless fuck.
We will exist for the rest of eternity. Forever we shall be at a stalemate, neither of us willing to give any ground.
Even God needs punishment for his sins.
My purpose has become to hurt the one I love most.
My wails echo through the town, perfectly complimenting the low screech of metal.