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Messenger and Shadow"Do you know what existed before the universe?" The Priest announced to his pupil from across the room, his voice echoed across the church like the voice of a God. The shadows created by the dim light expanded over both of their figures. "Darkness, Master, and only darkness." His pupil responded. The Priest grunted in response, signaling the truth of his pupil. The priest took an uneasy breath. "It is finally time you know the truth of what we perceive of this truth, and your role in it." He told his pupil, which nodded his readiness. "You see, before the universe there was darkness. That darkness had no ruler or king inside of it, it was the pure nothingness we perceive as the void. Once energy started to clump though, and clump even further, this created a pocket that the darkness did not entirely control. The darkness waited to see what would come of this energy, until it finally became glorious light for all of creation to become in. This was the birth of the universe."
RecorderThere are millions of ways to die- some heroic, some heart-wrenching, and some that are just straight up stupid. My name is Kilo and I am one of the Lords of Death. Our job is to track every death in the world and respond to it.
There's Mavin- the Seer- who knows when a person (very big difference between death of soul and person) is about to die, Kaisor- the Reaper- who collects the soul when it is dead, and Tim- the Gatekeeper- who catches the souls that try and escape death.
Then there's me. I'm the Recorder. The glorified book keeper of death. I record how a person dies. Train wrecks, cancer, shot in the temple, drowned in jello. I've seen it all. (and I have quite a few entries worthy of the Darwin Awards). Well, I've written it all anyways. You see, I'm kind of the odd one out.
The other Lords all get to roam the world, chase evil souls, see the House of Judgement, etc. etc. I get to write until my hand cramps, then switch hands and write some more. People are always dying, you s
Rumination #4: The Surprise, Part 3 of 3“Is there anything else I could do for you, little buddy?” it patted him roughly by the head until
Rex pushed his hand away “Yah, could you let me go please,” he rudely asked,
although the android paid no mind to his tone, smiling once again, and brining him to the ground.
“Anything else?” it looked fondly at him, Rex was positively sure he could say anything.
“Go ahead and frolic,” Rex commanded causally “Far over there, me and Stan have to talk a bit.”
It understood and moved forward with a humming sound likely coming form the wheels on its feet.
“What is wrong with that ting?” Rex said aloud once the robot was a good distance
“One second it’s blasting the next hugging, like its bi-polar or something.”
He watched while the robot dragging its behind through the grass.
“Clinically depressed androids,” the voice concurred.“There’s one in every story.”
The robot spotted
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[transmissions of a dead girl]i am the
moon: i am
the silver pill
to weigh down
into leaden eyes--
i am the
of the dark.
the stars are
all dead in their
you'll be safe, dear,
as i am the moon,
with all of your
(i am good bye and yet,
you think only of romantic
i am the moon.
i am the crescent
and dead altogether,
i still die.
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