#thebirthcry

[   The Man was an Assassin. A black hand to a great kingdom. His...kingdom. A kingdom depicting Heaven, and its fall from grace.   ] [   The Man no longer recalls his own name, nor the facts. He appears to have had some kind of amnesia...? Or he was made not to remember? The Man will over time begin picking up the pieces...unwrapping himself as well as the world/s around him as to its state, what happened there, and why, or how.   ] [   This "Heaven"...is in a state of decay. He...was nowhere to be had...He simply left his kingdom.   ] [   After He had done this, leaving his angels...his watchers...his elect...and all of the immortals, entities and false gods...they became afflicted by His absence. Arguments led to fighting, and that led to wars. Soon came an unknown and rampant malady unfettered by the now toiling state to a once blindingly glorious heavenly plane.   ] [   This ancient and seemingly chartless and untreatable illness was no ordinary illness to say the least, being that it went without prejudice and struck all of the elect and the inhabitants of heaven. It did no merely sicken and/or kill the victim...it sucked the very prime source dry that made the heavenly elect so bright, so infinitely young and divine. It turned those elect into dilapidated shells of their former selves. It left all weak, aching, hungry...but never to be fed. Thirsty, but to never be quenched, or sated. It had all life wreak, wither, and to be unbearable. The catch to this affliction was that it sapped all its victims of their light but never completely did the job of taking one's life. It could leave your mind feeble and turn it into mush...but you would never be given the finality of rest…   ] [   ...This was a Light killing disease.   ] [   Some sects to the chosen elect strove desperately for answers, cures, yet all came to the same mournful conclusion; being the dreadful possibility that this may not have been a tangible disease at all...but that it may well have been a Curse...fore heaven and all of its chosen elect, and all of its processors, watchers, and angels were incorruptible...was that not so...? Was that not as He willed it to be...? Alas...ALL belonged to Him. ALL light appeared to them unto Him. NOW...was the demoralization of all that is Holy.   ]     "And ye shall have no peace nor forgiveness of sin:     inasmuch as they delight themselves in their children,     the murder of their beloved ones shall they see,     and over the destruction of their children shall they lament,     and shall make supplication unto eternity,     but mercy and peace shall ye not attain."                                                   ~ The Head of Days

My cease of activity here is due to my lack of musing in rp. I am sure that i will continue to rp in the future here, but for the most part this blog will be used as a catalyst to promote my writing and literature. I am in the process of writing several short stories and one larger concept story called TheBirthCry. 

My hand in yours, i hoped we’d love for miles. Now you call me low, and my promise fades, under stills of broken, dirty tiles. I’m one that is lonely, thirsty. Never enough highs to match your smiles. My rivers flow with pain, and poison. When it’s over just as it begun, my eyes fall to the setting sun. Never again to send images or hymns. Under-neath the low-lidded light, i’ll live as one with it