Part 01, Chapter 00: Prologue
IF SHE TOLD YOU this is the story about how she died, would you continue reading without briefly considering her being melodramatic or facetious?
Knowing how this story ends without knowing the simple beginning, would it deter you? Would it, even in the slightest, prevent you from feeling a false sense of attachment to someone you’ve not known — and someone you shall never know?
Such attachments are pointless in a world where happy endings are, undoubtedly and unarguably, achieved at the sake of another’s loss. Where one appears to easily take hold of their golden ending, another is left to have their happiness torn from bloodied hands even as they desperately claw to keep hold.
Not all stories have happy endings, and certainly not the stories of those considered to be villains above all else. These people, the ones deemed to be nothing more than antagonistic nuisances by the so-called heroic allies, never do seem to get the endings they desire, and, I suppose, it’s due to them going about it the wrong way in everyone else’s eyes: the almost malicious and selfishly driven way they try to fight for what was refused of and from them for so long.
Although, in saying that, there are indeed those which are the worst of adversaries; the masterminds behind the “antagonistic nuisances” that drive once such beautifully pure souls to damnation. Those are the monsters you must watch the shadows for, they are the ones that cause amalgamations to form and curse the once grey world to become strictly black and white; good and evil, forever caught within a tango of war and suffering.
A world such as that... Not one human or kind thing would be able to, nor be allowed to, survive within its malicious and extinguishing confines.
Those who hold kindness and charity, hope and virtue, in high esteem would be exploited to no end by the vagabonds that rise to power. Once they’ve been left with nothing but the clothes on their backs, the underlings will come for the kill, desperate to prove themselves to those they call their masters by stripping the once pure people bare and dancing as their blood falls from the heavens and coats the world in salt, iron and rust.
Although, to say there would not be so-called heroic allies lying in wait to strike out against the utmost adversaries would be a lie. But, they’d not stand an inkling of a chance against a monster who wields the power of the entire earth in their dirtied hands.
Someone with that much power is impossible to destroy from the outside, leaving it up to those the heroes once called nuisances to retaliate against the one they once believed to have their best interests in mind; realising that they’ve been used as pawns throughout it all, having no power of their own.
Even then, it’s far too late.
The monster has destroyed all that is held dear by both the antagonistic nuisance and the so-called heroic allies, leaving them only shattered with no hope of finding hope and freedom in a world where even the light is being eclipsed by the darkness, becoming extinguished and enveloping the new world in an everlasting reign of terror.
Stories have no happy endings, and this one of hers is no different.
That being said, it’s not as though this story is entirely darkness and misery, no. There is light and life, laughter even in the darkest of times; family of the most chaotic and fantastical kind, a patchwork of characters and personalities that piece together in the most unlikely of ways to create a mosaic of wondrous colour.
One cannot deny the hell they raised, nor the lives ended or never created, due to their own existence — but others can rest easier knowing that they’ve been spared from having their lives cut short by the hands of those now departed from this plane of existence. One does not out-weigh the other, however, and both leave scars on more than the life extinguished.
The world they live in is unholy and pure all at once, an everlasting chaos felt and embraced by all who breathe the intoxicatingly life-giving air. Air, that which can both resuscitate when needed, and smother when desired to do so. It is a substance of grey, not of black and white; chaotically and universally needed and unwanted.
Those who are no longer with the living require not that which allows others to continue living in their stead, and those which will be born after their demise.
With all that she has said, will you continue? Will you read of her story, without thinking her on the brink of insanity? Will you go to the next page and learn of their demise?
