GOD
Caroline Havens: ..-..work
Something gentle and flimsy caught my head.
"You came?" My consciousness was hanging from just a thread.
"I did." ???
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"I came... now... you can rest."
A woman with milk-white skin, nearly glowing, was holding the head of a mortal.
Her eyes carried a butterfly pattern dipped in crimson silk. Her long lashes purified the very air around her. Whenever she moved even a little, the atmosphere glowed with sparkles.
Her pure red dress, a long loose gown. Her bosom covered in a unique red velvet top with laces and ribbons, roses and cascading fur.
Her bottom covered in a red veil. Bare feet she was. Her palm was deep red, flowing with blood. As if her skin was more clear than water.
The Grunts refused to move. No, their bodies didn't respond to themselves.
Her lips had the nectar of heavens. Her body was curved in such perfection it could put sculptures to shame. Nickel's head was resting in her lap.
The eyes of every single Grunt were wobbling.
Their minds had gone blank.
As if a living god was in front of them. This was the sheer presence a single human could carry.
All of them were her followers. Their generations had passed worshipping the Angel Affratia. They were the only ones who got the opportunity to witness her incarnation through their bare eyes.
How could they even dare to take their eyes off her? They would carve her imagery into their minds and even their souls.
This was the divine decree she bore.
She looked at one of the Grunts. That look alone made the other Grunts burn in envy and wrath.
The man who got the high praise — or it should be said, the highest blessing — to be even seen by her, was flustered and flabbergasted.
Pursera Phinixia was not just a name but a realm, a god followed by millions of people around the world.
The man was shivering from faith and fear. Because there are always two sides of worshipping. You love a god, and you fear it too. It gave you life, so it can take it too.
Pursera could exploit that emotion to a dangerous level. Human mind was such a fragile object when wrapped in the cloth of belief.
"Seep the blood from your kinds to let your souls ascend to heaven by the bear witness of this the thearch of divinity, seeping the deep dew of crimson."
The moment those words dropped out, guns rose.
This was the terrifying influence of a god. She didn't even have the slightest emotion on her face. Her statement was the rule of living for them.
The bullets started to bang across the hall and, sooner or later, the floor was filled with blood.
Even tens of pages written just to describe her beauty would fail. They'd be considered an understatement.
There were dead bodies all around and soon the police came there. Due to the pressure of high authorities, the police was no longer in the hands of the mayor.
Everyone was saved except one.
He had our back but who had his?
The castle authorities finally decided to hire a dummy to play Pursera's role as the worshipped behind a veil when she rebelled against being trapped in the four walls that l. While she could finally go out.
News channels were shut by the higher-ups to save the privacy of all of us.
The mayor fled somewhere that none could trace him.
Pursera, in a blue cap, red hoodie, and baggy jeans, joined us.
Gehrmensch was in the operation theatre. His surgery was successful. However, he still needed care. He was resting on the hospital bed.
Nickel was also hospitalized near Gehrmensch. Pursera was looking after him.
I looked at Gehrmensch, he looked at me.
Halo-sea eyes met sleeping sun eyes.
I held his hand tight.
"Are you okay?" His eyes were welled up. I've never seen him cry from such close distance.
The story which I thought was a simple long run turned out to be in its ending phase, and I was the last piece.
He raised his hand and ran through my hair, resting it on the top of my head.
"How beautiful can someone be?" What does he mean?
"I don't care. Just heal quickly. Even if you like me because of my body, my usefulness... I–I don't care!
Tell me, why did you shoot yourself?"
Why? I can't see a reason. Nickel was also resting near him, fully bandaged. He had spine injuries—thank God nothing was serious.
"Because I promised." Promised?
"Such a small thing? And you shot yourself? Are you mad?! Promises are made to break. Yet you stood on such a fragile thing?"
I held his hand on top of my head.
"Promise... what a beautiful word. In this distrustful world, where everything is scary, I can only rely on a promise. That's why..."
"I'm so sorr..‐ry." Tears slowly warming my cheek, melting in my mouth—sour and butter-ish.
"As for the body. If it's just a bad thing, then tell me why... our soul lives forever, but a body is just given once?"
His fragile and calm voice sent my brain into looping confusion.
Doesn't that mean... soul is the higher, and body just dusts to hell?
"B‐because... because."
"You don't nee..d to answer. Because our mother earth loves our bodies. It's such a blessing to harness it once in eternal life, isn't it? A single body for some years, then it goes back to earth who longed for it."
I... never... it doesn't matter.
"I don't know what that means, but promise me."
"What?"
"Promise me you'll never leave me again or make me worry!"
"It's ha‐ard to fulfill."
"Promise me!!"
"I...
Will...
Try....."