#pitchdevil

In one swift movement, he sat up on the bed as greyish hues fought to stay focused on some point--anywhere. Try as he may, his vision was still blurry, the terrors of the trial he never meant to be the protagonist of coming back to him in unwelcome hallucinatory detail. If this is what karma was, it seemed to be paying him back for all the things he had done before at once, and one needn't be a genius to tell from his face that the experience was anything but pleasant.

As if his lungs had forgotten how to function, the raven gasped for air and held a hand to his chest, just as though it would help ease the sharp (if only momentary) pain. He breathed--breathed--and something so mundane had never felt so bittersweet before. A mixture of relief and stress washed over him while, slowly but surely, the teen's heavy breathing gradually became less forced.

In an attempt at pushing the memories to the back of his mind, an equally sour thought messed with his struggling to pull himself together. He didn't want to check his body for scars; not now, not later, because even if they were naught but marks of the past whose meaning he would hopefully overcome in the future, those would still be the atemporal signs of yet another one of his utter and complete failures.

You couldn’t see anything.

Every single thing was hurting, your head was pounding, and you were sure there wasn’t a single spot on your body that wasn’t bleeding.

For the first time in what seemed like forever, sounds overtook the silence.

　　　"Hey, there’s something up there!"

　　　　　　"Coo, you go get it!"

The next thing you knew, you heard wings flapping, cloth tearing, and then finally, you felt something other than pain.

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　Falling.

Travelling to another worlds wasn't exactly something God hated. Oh no no, quite the opposite. It would always be rather pleasant to meet new people, new demons, new angels, even new races. She loved them and they would always pick her interest. Even if she was a thousand years old, there was only too much she had yet to see, too much she had yet to know. Not even God was aware of everything that existed in the universe -- after all, she wasn't the only God that existed. There were many others, just like many other worlds.

Although it hadn't been of her desire, Etihw found herself now in a new place. It wasn't the Gray Garden anymore, and she couldn't quite understand just how she had suddenly appeared there. It was an island, rather beautiful if you ask her, and all around her were many intriguing faces. Most of them looked like humans, but some had distinct features from humans, angels and demons. It was the first time she had seem them!

"I wonder if this is his doing." Whether it really was the Devil's doing, she really appreciated it, one way or another. However, there was a single problem. Etihw, as a God, felt rather... powerless. Almost as if her crystals were nothing but simple, harmless crystals. She was God, an extremely powerful being, and yet... she felt like a human, or maybe a newborn God. Powerless, with no idea how to use her powers. Harmless. 

goddamn it chris you beautiful bastard

The kitchen was a dangerous place.

There were numerous machines that she’s never seen before—all situated close to each other in the room, and many of these machines were very rectangular in shape—not that that was a significant detail or anything, she just felt like pointing that out to show the world how observant she was for a ten year old.

She’s made many visits to the kitchen because of her fast metabolism, hunting for food that she could reach on her own since life as a short person was unforgiving, cruel, and filled with many bumps on the road. But she never gave up; she’d persevere and continue to go forward, hoping for the day she would experience her growth spurt. Anyhow, although she’s been in the kitchen countless times, she had never poked around with any of the equipment in the room besides the refrigerator and some of the chairs or boxes laying around in case she couldn’t quite reach something she wanted at her normal height.

Today would be different, she decided, because she was determined to learn how to cook. And she’d learn what to do and what not to do from experiencing the wonders of cooking firsthand. Slowly, she walks toward the stove and her hand trembles as it reaches for the electric starter. She holds her breathe and tries to steady her hand as she turns the starter, and then…

“KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!! FIREEEEEEEEEEEE!! THERE’S A FIRE!!!”

//gooey is an insidious little shit i never saw that coming