Loss's POVLoss gasped out, almost head-butting Lucifer, as he felt like he had been shoved off a cliff. He didn't know where he was at nor did he care; he had to find a way to help Josie. As he moved, pain sparked in his chest area, and he clenched his teeth. Lucifer pushed him back down on the soft mattress, steadying Loss. "Easy there speedy. You can't just be moving around all willy-nilly. You were struck by God's Holiness. You're going to need time to recover from that." Lucifer said, as he backed up and a girl stepped forward, rubbing a thick salve like substance on his wound. Loss flinched, but relaxed as a cold numbness rushed over him, and he laid back down. "We have to save Josie." Loss said, feeling a sense of drowsiness come over him. Lucifer arched an eyebrow, but said nothing as he stepped out of the way of the girl. "About that, we have no idea where God could have taken her. Satan thinks that like Hell, Heaven might have a circle of Divine no o
I sit waiting again, and draw circles on the floor. I've grown use to the shocks, and my body barely flinches at them now. Heavy footsteps shake the ground the way an earthquake would, and I peer up, feeling nerves and fear sharpen my eyesight. It's who I think it is, and the stars making his existence seem more peacful than he is. You are strange one. Possibly one of my creations, but there's something different about you from the others. Something that I can't quite place. I didn't know what to say; imagine having the almighty God question if he made you or not. He reaches in, plucking me back in his hand. I don't struggle to be freed, as I know it's no point. His touch is icy cold; for some reason I thought he would be warmer. And God is a giant-giant; I can't see his face due to the clouds always covering it. God walks along the mirror waters, the fog smelling like honeysuckle. Despite being in here for I don't even know how long, I still don't know w
I am unsure of what is going to happen. The temple is quiet out of nowhere, a quietness that feels like it had blanketed over sound. My eyes dart around nervously, and I listen and wait. I summon her by offering her something she made. God tells me, and he pulls out a small dagger, small for him, the size of a van to me. Your blood is what will bring her back to me. He says, and he grabs my hand, extending my right arm. I'm panicking then, trying to pull back. I have so many questions to ask, and he hasn't answered a single one. God grabs me firmly, and I can hear the creak of my bones, as they're getting ready to snap. Not only that, his holiness is burnig my forearm a bit, and it feels like waves of ice and heat are pouring onto me. The temple quakes, catching our attention. None of my blood has been spilled, and we see a ladybug about the size of a volleyball fly in, encrusted with silver and gold. It's ruby eyes blink at the both of us, taking in the
The temple of Ash is quiet as I sit in the middle. I am alone for the first time, my hands flat on the floor, my eyes closed. I've been sitting here waiting for something to happen. God hasn't returned back from wherever he went, and his wife has stayed silent since telling me that I could choose or not to drip my blood in her temple, and let her rise again. The choice was mine. I had alot of questions, but I didn't think that she would have the answers. I wanted to ask God why he was trying to bring her back. Would he bring back her temples, her place of worship? What was he thinking? I murmured some curse words, running my hands through my hair. It was getting tiresome not knowing what to do. Or having the ability to do something but not know if what I was doing was right or not. I stared down at my hands and wished Loss was here. I remember the first night I had been here, he had entered my body with his soul, assuring me that everything was going to be
He didn't see her coming. Didn't know that the lower being would actually do it. Since the creature wasn't made by him, he couldn't make her see reason; she was defiant, justified, and stubborn. Just like his wife. When the grounds shook, and her temple was dusted by ash, God held his breath. And sure enough, there she was. The statue that he had never seen rising up from the ground, and then moving. Even from the distance, he could see her beauty. The same woman he had fallen in love with. She looked like she hadn't aged a day, the same glow she had that always surrounded her when she walked anywhere. When God had first seen her, he knew she was the one. He was right, but oh how she challenged him. Asherah had so many ideas, and so many creatures she wanted to try her hand at that just didn't match the idea in God's head. And though she was more into creating the plant life, and such, it was when she created some human life that God had put his foot down.
The earth is running down as climate changes happen everywhere. In some places, the sun goes down, and never sets bak up, in other places the sun staying up to the point where no one knows what day it is. Ocean waves flood into the land, drowning land creautres and humans alike. The earth has cracked in certain areas, lave spilling free, and moving at a snail's pace, yet it still moves. Fear is strong, as the humans wait and cry out for someone to save them.Josie's POVWe look to Asherah, who has a blank expression on her face. She turns to the both of us, opening up a portal. "Time to go." she says, and before we can say anything, a crash hits hard, and the temple finally breaks down. Asherah tries not to feel effected by her last remaining temple that has existed is gone, but I can see tears build up. I have no words, and I grab Loss by his hand, pulling him forward. "I didnot SAY either of you could leave!" The portal snaps shut, and just like th
There is a staircase that leads the upper world to the underworld. It's different, it's something that both demons and angels use. A truce was drawn up by Lucifer and the leader of the angels, though I'm not really sure of it. Loss and I spend our time on earth, glamoured as humans. I don't try to go back to my old life, cutting my ties with my adoptive family. Although it hurt, I made sure to erase the memories of me from them as well. Loss was there, a hand placed between my shoulder blades. His touch was always welcomed, bringing comfort. Since we returned back to earth from the hidden realm in heaven, things were different. I was more aware of him, and he was more alert of me in case there was danger ready to start again. I noticed that the burnt marks on his chest, and upper stomach were healed over, just the smallest of scars covering it. We go wherever we want, not hearing from Lucifer as much. He's busy working on the truce not just between the angels and d
God is gone. Sealed away into a different part of the universe. But Asherah has escaped. And she is free. She knows exactly what she wants to do. We're up in the air, our wings tangled as we spin in slow circles. Loss has me against his bare chest, his warmth intermingling with my own. Music doesn't play, yet we continue to sway, and Loss kisses my temple, running a hand through my hair. I smile softly, leaning up to kiss his lips, and his arms around my waist tighten. Since the whole sealing-the-gods-away issue passed, it was just nothing but peace. The humans continuesd to worship their God, normalcy returned on earth. As thunder sounded, Loss looked into the distance. I wondered what he saw, or what he was thinking as his body tensed, and he held me away from the sky for a bit. "Loss." I said, cupping his face so he would look at me. He looked down, eyes tensed, mouth turned down. "It's okay. It's over." His gaze softens, and he presses h