Awaken

“Rise up, rise up! Soldier, hunter . Bearer of the earth, you will rise again : Arise, take the souls of those who wish to steal you away from the moon. Destroy not the people that seek thy life. Rise from the death of the innocent. Get up. Rise and arise from the dead, and the life of the dying and the dying mother . Take the souls of the worshipers.”

The words burn in all parts of my body, never have I felt such horrible pain. Fire and words crawl across my eyes, mind, and soul. I can see men and women on there knees, mouths moving. Children lay dead before them, throats slit wide open.

“Get up , get up! You shall rise again: Arise, and take the souls of those who wish to lock you away. Arise. Awake, and arise from the dead, and the life of the dying and the death of the mother. Take the souls of the worshipers."

My mouth opens and closes desperately trying to scream out. My head turns, it moves slowly like its stuck in a thick liquid. I watch as the women slide knifes across there own throats, blood flowing out like a horrible waterfall. My hand reaches out, slowly. Wiggling my fingers I realize that the skin has mostly melted off, leaving charred bone.

"Awake, awake, stand up, stand up, Rise up, and take the world. Arise. Awake, and arise from the dead, and the life of the dying . Take on the worshipers!”

My eyes are open looking into a world of colors I've never seen or even imagined. I bring my hands up to my face, the skin is there but its like clear water. The veins are dark woven colors and words are moving up and down them. Looking up I see a women with impossibly long hair, worlds and galaxies braided into it. Shes all I see. Her hand traces the veins on my face as she moves closer.

Now I'm walking along next to a gold river. The women stands on the other side. Holding hands we walk for what seems like eternity.

I'm falling back, back into a silver fire. Hellfire, my creation, my child, being used to cage me. I see her face and her hair with the galaxies woven in. Rage fills my body, a scream rips through my throat. My hands fly up grabbing the nearest thing and pulling it in. Humans, her creation, her child. So small, so soft, simple, nothing but pureness, they are bound to her, to serve her. Pressing my finger into the there souls I create there freedom and there shackles. Whispering fear, rage, envy, greed, hate, lust, and knowledge into there blackened souls, I have created there freedom and there shackles. Releasing them I sink into the cage that will hold me for all eternity.