alphabetasoup Mythology Prompts List - Part 2
C : Charybdis
To wait until the demons came knockin' at his door, or to take the initiative and bring the showdown to them, that was his choice. The demons actually showing up on his doorstep clinched the matter – he grabbed Rebellion, buckled on the holsters containing Ebony and Ivory and sauntered out the door, the tinny music blaring out of the battered old jukebox behind him. Perfect accompaniment to a little whole-sale slaughter, he thought.
Rebellion came off his shoulder; the neon light from the sign above the door flickered once, twice. A daredevil grin, a flick of the coat…
"Let's rock!"
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T : Thanatos
Demons –monsters, for the most part, with a love of the battlefield, the blood, the sheer destruction that followed in their wake. These things held true through the hierarchy – death, destruction, decay. Few were able to defy these urges – few wanted to. These demons lived on only in legends; was humanity that blind? Or simply naïve? It was only a matter of time before the mortal world discovered the demon world. What would happen when they were confronted with the stuff of nightmares, the things that stalked the shadows of the darkest nights? Dante didn't really care to find out.
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X : Xanadu
White floors, white skies, white clouds… white, everywhere. An enormous white statue – the feet, at least – formed a nice centrepiece for the whole thing. Arched halls, magic paths, all from the same white stone… the brilliant red of the blood splattering over the paving formed a nice contrast, a welcome break from the monotony of this level of hell. Another Fallen died, torso rent in two. More blood, sticky crimson feathers from the false angels clinging to his sword. The carnage littering the path was the sole reminder that this was hell, no matter how much it looked like heaven.
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Y : Yggdrasil
Before all of this mess, life had been simple. Warm summer days at the park, one silver haired twin sprawled out asleep on a tree branch, the other curled up at the base of the shady oak, a book lying forgotten on the ground beside him. When the worst that could happen was a grazed knee and a broken arm, a nightmare, easily fixed with a hug or kiss from a mother to make it all better. Their old life was gone, but that tree remained, standing lonely in the long-abandoned park, the last link to that time of long-ago.
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Z : Ziggurat
For a brief moment, the only through running through his head was how absolutely beautiful the view of the city was from the top of Temen-ni-Gru. Then the sounds started filtering through the hazy air - distant screams, the crash of a falling building, the sobbing of a parent whose child would never grow up. The crackling of hungry flames, the whistle of the wind carrying the drifting smoke across the city… all of these, all at once, like a wondrous symphony to the devil and the downfall of the human race… But that was not what he was after.
Heh. Part two is finally up. I've just been stressing a bit in reality, so I haven't been writing too much. Therefore, there are less drabbles this time around. Oh well.