Doom
Myeol Mang, a creature, gifted to our world, a balance, in essence the opposite of the tiny creature standing before him now. He has know her far longer than she is alive during this life cycle. But they go together, glancing around, reflects on the beauty of her garden. Ever enchanting, shifting his feet, frowns upon seeing the dead grass, crumbling flowers nearby, always death, destruction follows in his footsteps. This tiny girl, large round innocent yet wise eyes gazes deeply into his slanted, deep cloudy eyes, conceited smirk, never understanding her passionate love for humans, always scornful of her devotion towards them.
Bending, reaches near his feet, plucks out a dying dandelion full of white fluffy puffs, lightly blows in the gentle breeze of God's beautifully kept garden. Myelol Mang's plump perfectly shaped lips, harshly exhale, blowing seeds, spreading the bane of this hated weed amongst the beautiful, cultivated flowers. Sharp eyes challenge the elfish girl, " Well are even these ugly, disgusting hated weeds allowed to have access to this bountifulness of solitude? These humans are destructive towards you and all your created world. Why suffer for them each time, I don't understand. Are they worth it, I hate every single one of them." This beautifully, wise, smallish human looked up into the towering man's expressive eyes, knowing his pained heart. He angrily gazed into the distance, softly speaking, tells him, " You are one of my creatures, despite your horrible deeds, I created you for good. There is a purpose, even weeds thrive in my garden. Be patient, someday, soon, love will be your only path. This is your fate." Glaring, shook his head, not believing her decisive words. There are no creatures in her world capable of loving him, either they hated, feared or used his power. Her confidence implies, somewhere a human is specifically created to love him only. Could she possibly allow for him to be reborn as one of those vile creatures?