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May 29, 2020 16:42:55 GMT
Post by Shinzy on May 29, 2020 16:42:55 GMT
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May 29, 2020 17:11:29 GMT
Post by Shinzy on May 29, 2020 17:11:29 GMT
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May 29, 2020 17:22:30 GMT
Post by Shinzy on May 29, 2020 17:22:30 GMT
Shinzu, the frail bodied child, crawled along the grey landscape on all fours like a wounded canine. Drab and dreary, with pale skin, he didn’t particularly stand out against the grey. He’d go unnoticed, unseen, if not for his dry light blue hair creating a stark contrast against the backdrop. “Who are you…” He meant to say. Starved and dehydrated, the words dangled against the tip of his dry and cracked tongue, only to fail upon reaching his chapped and sore lips.
Blinking, a slow and lifeless action, Shinzu glanced up with cobalt blue eyes that seemed to carry no light or brightness to them despite their unique hue. Meeting with the winged towering figure, the frail child simply blinked again. Slowly. Robotically. “Who… Are you…” He mouthed, unable to form more than an inaudible whisper as air caught against the back of his throat and sent him into a coughing fit. A pathetic display in front of one much more powerful than him.
“Why…” He mouthed, as his pale bony fingers clutched against a small mound of ash underneath his right hand. Clutching, he felt the rough texture grating and grinding against his skin, as if it were sandpaper. “W..Hy…” He attempted to mouth again, only to break out into another coughing fit mid-sentence. He was spent. All life drained from him. Though, he was luckier than the others. The others were now the air. The ground he crawled around on. The ash.
“Why… Did you… kill them?” Shinzu asked feebly, while pulling his neck up just high enough to meet with the towering grey figure’s gaze. He had thought he had failed to form the words. However, the figure twisted its head in confusion, as if it had heard, only to now be contemplating. It wasn’t unusual for Shinzu to have to bear with the neck pain needed lock eyes with an adult. However, this figure wasn’t just tall. He was gargantuan, with elongated arms taller than the tallest of the villagers he had once known. Not that it mattered. As ash, he had now become the tallest of his kin.
“Why…” He pleaded, rather than asking as tears began to stream down his face. The demon, the grey demon, twisted its head in the other direction as if still contemplating the meaning behind a mere child’s words. “Da..mn… it…” He whimpered, as tiny flecks of ash scattered along the air began to assault his tears and moist eyes. Rubbing harshly, his pupils quickly became red and inflamed at the never-ending embrace of the countless ash particles raining down on him as innocently as snow. “I… Hate you… I hate… The ash…” He managed to say, before clasping both palms over his eyes to shield himself from any further pain. He didn’t notice at that point. He couldn’t notice, the great big smile, slowly forming on the demon’s face.
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