She could almost feel the fire if she just reach enough. She hears the cries of the bright dots in the black, black sky, and she laughs at their silly jokes. Sometimes ma or pa would ask what she was giggling about, so she would tell it to them. Or sometimes, she would draw it. […]
Even though these Tartarans only occupied a small fraction of his life, he knew these people better than…really anyone, and vice versa. He couldn’t hesitate any longer: he just ran for the town like a blind fool. But, while his spirit was willing, his body was weak. His lungs screamed and the world swam. “Baaa!” […]
He had to remember his roots. He was supposed to be the assistant sentinel of technology for crying out loud. Hypothetically, he had jurisdiction over the little flashy, deadly toys those soldiers held. Heck, he even designed some of them! So, he stepped out of the shadows and called out to the army of Heaven, […]
Syphus had to put an end to this madness, though he didn’t know how. His body acted before his brain could process, and before he knew it, he thrusted himself into the way of the persecuting crowd in a flail of panic. “Uh…hi…” He recovered from tripping over…nothing really, his arms unconsciously raised to demonstrate […]
Syphus was almost elated by their daring escape, “Oh my Creator, did you see — I mean, of course, you did. But, they were like, blah, and I –” he noticed that Roth was awfully quiet and pale, and he remembered the gash on his back (and there was also the fact that he just […]
Asta guided him into the privacy of the forest obscured by the babbles of the stream, past more tents of injured and bloodied. He noticed that Asta had a canvas bag slung across his shoulders, and was beginning to think what type of instruments of torture might be hidden in there. Then they stopped upon […]
Yeah…this was his chance. He waited his turn to return to Heaven for too long. He collected his few belongings and tossed the silly book aside, standing up to eagerly search for any traces of ethereal beacons or armor glowing with the Creator’s flames. His eyes didn’t fail. Though when he turned about to run […]
Time passed a lot more amicably than Syphus could ever imagine. He spent most of his down time attempting to construct a beacon strong enough to send a distress signal to Heaven. He accumulated a good stockpile of parts by constantly “losing” his phone to fake excuses like falling, tripping, general clumsiness and flaming sheep. […]
There must be another way…all those years of Sentinel training cannot be all just to get a useless sheet of paper. He thought…maybe he could find the sentinel in charge and simply tell them to backoff…they were here to find him, right? The sky split again, and he nearly jumped as the entire earth shook […]
Nonono…this can’t be it. That would be a breach of the Ancient Oaths made sacred between the Creator and the Lord of Tartarus. As more figures cleadded in gears powered by the Creator’s breath and fire poured out of the gates — he would know since he and his friends worked on said weaponry — […]
Treachery of Imageries