• Eternal I
    Closer
    There is nothing but me and the cold stone. I lay face down listening to the waves of sanguine blood crash upon shore made of crystal white sand, that for so long in my dreams could never be ruined, but now in my final moments I can feel the two merge. Down below my view both elements form into the darkest mass, the end of my only solace. I had lost all feeling, all hope, beyond this realm that I alone found in my dreams I was nothing, and I had ruined this realm that no others should ever enter. How does one kill their own dream?
    In the back of my mind I felt my self, the last memory of my mortal state, when I stabbed the broken piece of reflecting glass deep into my flesh no screams, no pain, I could not be sure if that was the dream, and this was reality, so I pushed it deeper in it tore though to the other side of my arm, I smiled as I felt this happen, as I do now, for as I remember I can feel the pain like it could never be out side of this realm. As I remember I can hear inside of me that I wanted it to be so real, and if it was not then I would make it as real as I could, I began to pull against the shard dragging it towards the my elbow, I could feel the muscle tear and part from the bone, in the memory I feel how I had become bored with the sight, how I seemed to hold no emotion towards my self mutilation, my heart did not race, my breath was not held, I did not wince, nor was I disgusted. I felt calm, perfect, as if it was something of routine. But there is one thing I can not recall, was I bleeding then? I was bleeding now, but I cannot be positive as to then, I can feel all of the pain I should have felt then, is this the dream? I can remember the softness of my bed as it took me in, I can remember my eyes closing, I wanted to sleep, my eyes opened one last time to look into the reflecting glass and I could see my self as I had always wished to be, as in the dreams, as now. I smiled at my self as I released my final breath, and fell into sleep.
    There is no longer any wind going in or out of my lungs, I can feel the echo of actions, but I am not the one who is doing them, I am too weak, all my energy is lost, all effort is gone from me now, there is no use. Giving up I feel my heart cease to beat, the only sound known to me is silence. The air around me is so warm yet I feel so cold.
    The last few drops of blood spill out slowly, taking everything I was once with them, and echoing them into the emptiness around me. There was silence and nothing else as the bitter sun rose and this eternal midnight was forever broken. There was nothing and I in the end, as it should always be. Then there is nothing. Nothing but a memory, nothing but a false shell of a body, nothing but the remnants of a dream, nothing but the echoes of a story never to be told. The light shown down on this nothing, the pit of all creations disgust and everything that held it below, this was the forsaken land; the land where nothing should enter, the realm in which only few besides the Creator could enter this is where my memory is left. I am this nothing, I shall forever remain this nothing.
    There is the sound of wind around me as the sun was covered by the nightmares of storm clouds. Something else was in this realm, something grander than anything I could ever know, something more powerful than all of creation, for it stands upon the faults of creation. The sudden noise within me shakes my sole, as a shadow comes up over my body. The sound grows louder and steadies its self until I finally come to know what it is. My heart, it is beating again. I can feel eyes upon me as life fills me once again. It feels as if I had only been holding my breath and my lungs scream for air. I give in to the pain and cough for air. My body pulls it’s self from the stone as I wake from my dream, this is reality, this is my reality now. I rest sitting on my lower legs my arms folded to my chest and hands around my neck, this is what I feel, this is real. I drop my arms to my lap and look to my wrists and the wounds are healed and gone. Blood in the form of tears swell around the bottom of my eyes as I realize that this was reality now.
    The tears fall, and the shadow comes close. I look up at what casts the shadow; it is of a recognizable human form, but I know it to be different. The aura that surrounds it is unimaginable, this figure encases all of my fears, and all that I long for. This is an immortal.
    I sit mesmerized at the figure above me, and at once wings of pure metal spring up above the towering figures head.
    I look down at the stone that has held me so many times before, there are stains of blood upon the stone, and now as my tears fall upon it once again it darkens the stone. I watch still as more tears fall, my arms wrap around me, feeling so empty and so unworthy of the figure that stands before me. I know that above me the sky is patched with light, and below the black ibis that had formed was now surging with white light, as it tares its self to its former state. The sand and blood once again themselves. The purity of the flawless sand shakes my core, as I know my self, I am still that nothing, I am still the waste of creation, I am the scar that everything wishes to hide.
    And still yet more tears.
    The immortal’s figure once standing before me now walks slowly closer, his feet dragging sound and time. I can not bring myself to look up. I wish not waste his time, just like I have all the years, and people, before him, before now, before this.
    More tears.
    My body shakes and my eyes can not for any reason stop oozing the crimson liquid of pain, yet the immortal before me kneels. His knees touching mine, his shining metal wings wrap around me, caging me, then his arms, embracing me. As he pulls me close to him I feel his warmth, this is a solace that I could have never imagined.
    And the tears fade.
    I no longer hold a position to time, so I can not tell how long it is until I pull from him, the want for me to look at him growing, I crave to see his face, to know him, and I push my body from him, my eyes slowly glancing up his body. He is beautiful. I feel my face pull into a smile. He is looking down into my eyes, and I admit I am afraid. More afraid of what he believes me to be, or rather what he knows me to be, one as grand as he does not simply hold another this close. The way his eyes sink deep into me, the way his metal claws dig deep into my back frightens me.
    I like this fear.
    His hand slides from my back to my arms and onto my own hands. With mine in his grasp he guides them to his lips, and like the true immortal he is, he kisses the top of my hand, I have never noticed how small they could look, but in his metal grasp they are completely consumed by his only three fingers. His lips I can feel on my flesh, so soft, yet his skin is ragged and rough as it brushes against my fingers. His eyes flash up from my hand and into my eyes once again, he is smiling.
    And with that blood is rushing.
    I am blushing, which is something I have never done. My first reaction is to look down to hide my blush, and my smile. But his free hand slides beneath my chin and pushes it to where I am looking straight into his face, still blushing, still smiling.
    “Don’t hide you smile it’s beautiful.” He says looking deep into me; he cleared his throat then continued on with, “I am Doom, the Eternal. You, young one, are a newly formed immortal. Welcome to divinity.”
    I smile to him, no longer remembering my name beyond this realm, but I know my name with in this one, “I am Night.”
    “Yes you are.” He speaks with a soft tone, which I know is hard for him, his awkwardness forces me to laugh, “You are so cute.” He grins, he pushes my chin down slightly, leaning his head closer to mine, then his soft lips press against my forehead. I begin to blush even brighter.
    “Were you always this red?” he asks making me laugh even more.
    “No, I just… don’t know anymore. I know who I am, but I can not truly be sure. This realm is from my dreams, is this still a dream?” I question, looking up into his eyes.
    “I don’t believe so. In time you will realize this. You are a dreamer? Hmm, seems as if you were always this way, but you decided to take your own way into this realm, you took a chance to make this all real. You gave your own life to get what you had always wished for. You gave your life up for a dream. Why?” He asks, his hands falling down to mine slowly.
    “Because, that was all I had ever wanted, I just wanted it to be so real; I wanted to forever sleep so I could forever dream.” I speak softly, because I am unsure.
    “This is no dream. This is real, all dreams are I suppose, at a time they are. But this is what all reality is made from. I am familiar with the realm you are from; I have been there many times, most of times to deliver its end. This is not the first creation, I knew the first creation well, I was the one who ended it, and I will be the one who ends the last creation, I am the Eternal, the only Eternal. I would wish you to know that now, and never attempt to end me, many have, and all have failed. There was a time before these metal wings were upon my back, they were torn from me, and I felt at my end, but I alone rose up from my sorrow and formed these. All know of me, but few know me personally, I have seen many a pretty face, but never one as beautiful as yours. Your actions are questionable, but your mind is set, I like that.” His eyes fall across my body, and I can feel exactly where they glance, and as they look back up to my eyes he speaks, “There is a purity with in you that is uncommon for someone at your mortal age. Tell me, Night, how many men have you been with?”
    His question shocks me, and I remain silent. I look from him trying to compose my self, my response is strained from my throat, “None.”
    “But you have held interest in them right?” he asks as his head tilts to the side to gain a better view at me. I only nod in silence. “Good. Allow me this final glance into your purity before it is taken by some pretty boy f*****t.”
    I look to him my eyes flashing anger as his insult resonates with in my heart, his laugh echoes against the darkness around me. His happiness is short, for he knows sorrow in a grander way. He knows all. The actions of his heart are questioned in my mind, as are the feelings that he gives onto me though his entity. They are so familiar, but I cannot remember in which dream they came to me.
    “Small one, what plagues thy mind? What pulls you from me?” His metal claw is digging into my chin as he keeps me focused on his eyes.
    “Nothing,” I whisper my eyes cannot leave his, the familiarity is binding me, “I just can’t seem to remember.”
    “Do you really wish to?” He questions. “I could give you everything you have ever wanted, ever dreamed. I am Doom, I am of highest power, and you can be mine if you wish.” A smile so sick stretching across his face.
    I smiled at him pulling my chin from his finger allowing it to rip apart the flesh. He knows my response to his question; he knows I will deny him. I feel an echoed pain with in my heart. I question, Sorrow? I-
    “IT’S YOURS!” I yell, my hands grasping tightly against his. My mind going rampant as its answer was given.
    He jumps back startled to my action, and asks, “What is?”
    I open my mouth and try to explain but shake my head, standing I speak to him, “I will show you.”
    I turn from him, his wings spreading apart granting me release from his cage. I walk to the edge of the cliff, leaning over the edge pulling at the stone that encased secrets and treasures I had collected along the years. I can feel it pulsing against my hand as I pull it from the shadows, the most beautiful metal creation any god could ever imagine. As I beats inside my grasp I feel its warmth and it oozes a black burning liquid against my skin but I do not care, for in my arms is the one thing I had longed for, the only thing I was missing.
    His heart.
    “This,” my voice is strained as I pull my self up holding it close to me, “has to be,” I turn to him, “the most amazing thing I have ever seen.” I walk to him and kneel back down in front of him. “It once showed me that someone would save me. And that same person would be the person to whom this heart belongs. That’s you.”
    He looks down to his heart amazed, “The last time I saw this it was falling deep into the reflecting waters. Well it was dropped.” He is pulled by his mind to a memory his voice echoes softly as his eyes gaze into his past, he looks to me as he asks, “How did you come by it?”
    I am curious and wish to know, but I know that this will come again in due time, I turn and point out towards the crimson waves. “From there.” My voice echoes in silence, “Many things have been given to me by that ocean, it gave me your heart but it was not mine to keep. A heart must be given by the person of who it belongs.” I look towards his eternal image again.
    He smiles at my simplicity and I smile because of it.
    I can feel my heart beat against his as he leans in close to me, I can’t feel my body any more. I lean in close to him; my mind questions my actions as my heart pushes forward.
    We kiss, it scares me. I’ve never felt the touch of another before, not in this way, but his lips against mine seem to burn deep into my heart, calling forth something I never knew before this life, happiness. I quiver as his hands slide up my arms and pull me even closer, I remember his eyes burning deep into me, I know him, I love him. I feel irrational, I feel as a child, but something over comes me as I wrap my arms around his neck. Fear. I fear his touch, I fear the way he knows me, I fear his love. But I wouldn’t stop it.
    I love this fear.


    -Night1703