#the genesis of a noah
is any of this for real….
or not?
struck down cities, debris covering wherever those tiny feet stepped on. A beam of bright light piercing through the sky and through her skull, bringing bare knees to meet a cruel, cold ground and two tarnished appendages to grip tightly locks of violet strands. Ichor, warm and vivid, ran down from her forehead, from those crosses, and down her hands and arms; the blood mingling itself with the heavy tears which didn’t seem to cease rolling down her cheeks.
a loud, sharp scream echoed through the tempest and through the remnants of man-made constructions crumbling down to earth and oh, how she wished for them to fall on top of her; burying her and her conscience under brick and under dust, never to be found again. It was wrath, and it was resentment, that smashed her under the weight of her own irate heart. HOW COULD THEY? ━ how could mankind put up a fight against THE TRUE APOSTLE OF GOD ?! such blasphemy, what sense of faux power could have led HUMANITY astray ?!
INNOCENCE,IT WAS ITS FAULT.
all of this misery, all of this destruction, all of this despair.
if it hadn’t existed,they, wouldn’t have had to fight it, they wouldn’t have had to bring this FUCKED UP WORLD to its demise and to its knees, pleading for a mercy that would never come again.
OPHELIA, an unknown voice, yet so familiar from a distant reality reached out, but who was ophelia? Optics snapped open, black, sharp fingernails undug themselves from her own flesh as she let her arms relax by her body’s side. OPHELIA, it broke through again, and she raised her head to look around, but no one came into sight, but as the beam of light wrapped itself around the sky and the world beneath, she could, with parted lips and through eyes brimming with tears, appreciate for the first time the in it.
whether it had been genuine or if it had simply been a coping mechanism, she didn’t know: but as she witnessed the impending end of the world arriving, as certain as the embrace of death, as she saw as light slowly faded and the distant sound of waves violently crashing was closer and closer, she stood up to her feet and stretched her arms, beholding the meaning of this life. And LAUGHTER erupted from the girl’s throat. It was pained and it was humourless, but it came from the relief of knowing, deep within her core, that soon enough, all would be over.
OPHELIA, once more, and the figure she had spent the last months fearing, running away from, avoiding, blank with an permanent grin etched upon its visage, opened its infinite arms to her.
and she let herself fall into them.
ah, now she could remember.
she was Ophelia, wasn’t she? a name, given to her at birth, by her mother, the sweetest, most resilient woman she had ever known and who called for her, desperately, two hands firmly set on her shoulders and a terrified look spread all across her visage. Did she know? Had she seen the end of the world as well?
she hadn’t, had she?
━ ❝ a nightmare, ❞ she stated, looking at her palish daughter in the eye, and she could only nod, in silence. This time around, there were no gasping for air, there was no errant heart on the verge of tearing bone and skin to escape her chest, there were no screams. This time there was only a chin resting upon the woman’s shoulder, as she took her in her warm embrance, and a faint hand coming to touch her back, brief and featherly, as though it hadn’t really been there. ━ ❝ t'was just a nightmare, my little mouse. ❞
and finally, as she gazed the reflection on the mirror that stared back at her with aureate eyes, the pain was gone.
and she knew: that place, that woman, that house were no longer hers to live in. It was time to go, and it was time to find the remaining apostles.
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part / of the awakening of the noah
