#god talks

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I am sorry, Tianlang-jun.

There was a moment, during Southern monsoons, when the rain reached its peak, and the first thunder rolled over the clouds. Right after the shattering noise, the rain always got worse, one last breath before the skies poured over the earth, an attempt to drown every single demon creature that had dared curse the Heavens.

But then.

It wasn't as if the rain was gone without a trace. The pitter-patter would diminish slowly, until a refreshing wind danced between the trees.

Being touched by God felt like being hit by thunder.

All his emotions came crawling up his throat at once. A shout of anger, a sob of grief, followed by a maniac laughter.

A son! His SXY gave him a son-

She betrayed him, delivered him right into the wolves jaws-

How dare them take all from him-

Then.

His chest felt hollow, his heart chewed and spat at the feet of his Creator.

“Why keep my corpse chained,” he asked as he blinked the last stubborn tears clinging into his eyelashes. “Aren’t the Heavens supposed to bestow mercy?!”

Warm hands cradled his face, their size a more proportional one now that the hooded God stood in front of him. Tianlang-jun still couldn't see his face, but his gaze was heated as the late afternoon sun.

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Me:...hey?

Anpu: You skinned an alligator.

Me: Yeah.

Anpu: You’re tanning some animals?

Me: Yeah.

Anpu: You feeling better?

Me: Yeah.

Anpu: Have fun this winter.