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Do you know how that feels, El?
Nope.
Invigorating. All the world is based on the circle. Life and Death and history and time and space. Everything cycles on. I have been to my dream and I will return but it will be in this life. With me go the many faces of Roca, the sphere and the cycle pulse through me. This is the end of my childhood, finally. It ends here, in Luca and so my manhood, too, will end here. Elrik, I’ve found my life and it is Luca.
Frederic put a hand on Alexander’s shoulder, Your father would be proud.
Elrik spit into the water, You know what I see when I look at Luca? He spit again and wiped his mouth, A pisspot full of floating shit.
He stood before the kneeling Angel. It touched his face, his head fitting in Its palm, and It spoke inside him.
Many are dying and many more shall die and the blood will wash all life away in a blaze that cannot be contained because it will be men who set the flames to extinguish this exsanguinationthat will take all from the young and new to the old across sexes and races but it all began in the temple of the ancients where a stranger bought love and spread Death and now a shadow casts over all the light of grand Luca and all shall perish within.
The tears ran down the Angel’s face and the Arcane wiped them away.
What can I do? What should I do?
You who are humans must help your sisters and be with them and give them peace and Death but they must be contained and the disease must be stopped but there is no stopping those who need love and the soldiers will come with their ironballs and firewalls to take every and all away for there is naught to be done for those who rot for their fun.
Why do You tell me this?
It is only out of love that I speak at all.
He threw his arms around the Angel’s slender neck and It took him in Its arms, lifting him off the floor.
Don’t leave me, please. Don’t ever leave me. I can’t bear this world without You, the Arcane drew back and stared into his ephemeral eyes where galaxies birthed and died and stretched long.
This place is your home and I must lose you but never shall you be without me as I must be without you.
Help us.
The Angel closed Its eyes, Humanity will suffer again and again and your people will die not only today but tomorrow and ever after in the maelstrom of war but it is only for humans to fight and shift the balance as We must maintain the Dream and keep the balance by swimming with the Dream in Its stream of infinite flux that carries all of existence and nonexistence in it. It is not for Us to interfere with eternity but to ride its waves and currents. If only humans would learn.
I need You. Please.
Their tears met upon their cheeks and they shared a kiss andbreath and their bodies, caught in a vortex of sensations and Light and emotions too strong for humanity.
He walked amongst the poor and forgotten of Luca. Through the Anthill, the many rotting children begging for life. Those that survived this trial would end at the temple to sell their bodies for a life of pain and coercion, the Arcane muttered as he bent and gave them water. He healed their mutilated faces and their blind eyes. Resetting bones, rebuilding tissue, he reached within himself and withdrew the Light to cure the boys and girls left to die because there was no money to be made from their lives and little more to be gained from their Deaths.
At the temple, the boys called to him but he ignored them and entered. The stench of Death assaulted and he gasped into his sleeve to steady his steps.
Crouching beside a body excreting from both ends, he searched within the boy for a source, for the center of the disease. He dug through the disintegrating cells and molecules and found only Death and blood. The body eliminating all at once, all together, and the Light he carried did nothing to heal or save.
The coughs tore through the aura surrounding him, the Light growing dim beneath the thick shade of Death. Every cough burrowed in and
Nope.
Invigorating. All the world is based on the circle. Life and Death and history and time and space. Everything cycles on. I have been to my dream and I will return but it will be in this life. With me go the many faces of Roca, the sphere and the cycle pulse through me. This is the end of my childhood, finally. It ends here, in Luca and so my manhood, too, will end here. Elrik, I’ve found my life and it is Luca.
Frederic put a hand on Alexander’s shoulder, Your father would be proud.
Elrik spit into the water, You know what I see when I look at Luca? He spit again and wiped his mouth, A pisspot full of floating shit.
He stood before the kneeling Angel. It touched his face, his head fitting in Its palm, and It spoke inside him.
Many are dying and many more shall die and the blood will wash all life away in a blaze that cannot be contained because it will be men who set the flames to extinguish this exsanguinationthat will take all from the young and new to the old across sexes and races but it all began in the temple of the ancients where a stranger bought love and spread Death and now a shadow casts over all the light of grand Luca and all shall perish within.
The tears ran down the Angel’s face and the Arcane wiped them away.
What can I do? What should I do?
You who are humans must help your sisters and be with them and give them peace and Death but they must be contained and the disease must be stopped but there is no stopping those who need love and the soldiers will come with their ironballs and firewalls to take every and all away for there is naught to be done for those who rot for their fun.
Why do You tell me this?
It is only out of love that I speak at all.
He threw his arms around the Angel’s slender neck and It took him in Its arms, lifting him off the floor.
Don’t leave me, please. Don’t ever leave me. I can’t bear this world without You, the Arcane drew back and stared into his ephemeral eyes where galaxies birthed and died and stretched long.
This place is your home and I must lose you but never shall you be without me as I must be without you.
Help us.
The Angel closed Its eyes, Humanity will suffer again and again and your people will die not only today but tomorrow and ever after in the maelstrom of war but it is only for humans to fight and shift the balance as We must maintain the Dream and keep the balance by swimming with the Dream in Its stream of infinite flux that carries all of existence and nonexistence in it. It is not for Us to interfere with eternity but to ride its waves and currents. If only humans would learn.
I need You. Please.
Their tears met upon their cheeks and they shared a kiss andbreath and their bodies, caught in a vortex of sensations and Light and emotions too strong for humanity.
He walked amongst the poor and forgotten of Luca. Through the Anthill, the many rotting children begging for life. Those that survived this trial would end at the temple to sell their bodies for a life of pain and coercion, the Arcane muttered as he bent and gave them water. He healed their mutilated faces and their blind eyes. Resetting bones, rebuilding tissue, he reached within himself and withdrew the Light to cure the boys and girls left to die because there was no money to be made from their lives and little more to be gained from their Deaths.
At the temple, the boys called to him but he ignored them and entered. The stench of Death assaulted and he gasped into his sleeve to steady his steps.
Crouching beside a body excreting from both ends, he searched within the boy for a source, for the center of the disease. He dug through the disintegrating cells and molecules and found only Death and blood. The body eliminating all at once, all together, and the Light he carried did nothing to heal or save.
The coughs tore through the aura surrounding him, the Light growing dim beneath the thick shade of Death. Every cough burrowed in and
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