A battle ignites, the forces once neutral, mutual even, forced to clash in battle. Hatred erupts, sacrifices are made, vengeance ensues as the battle ground melts into liquid death. Blood shed feeds the flame of hatred, empowering their souls. As their souls become stronger, their bodies rejuvenate, and in doing so intensifies their strikes exponentially. As each force engages their enemy counterpart with greater power, more blood scatters throughout the battle field. The cycle continues... over, and over, and over again. Both spirits refuse to back down, blinded by their own needs of retribution, refuse to see the destruction they cause around them. They shape the once flat and peaceful field with splitting mountains and canyons, painted shades of crimson, blood splatters in layers where it is saturated into the earth, the world no longer able to bury the losses, and becomes flooded with thick seas of a red tainted past. Inflamed rivers flow between the two souls, now burning ever brighter as now they witness their past, present, and future surge before them. A wasted and pointless battle grows out of proportion, and eventually destroys both universes. This is love.
· Mon Jul 29, 2013 @ 02:35am · 0 Comments