Roses of Ashes: CREATION
"Thy Holy Ground dared to burn my feet."
The sky had darkened. The azure oceans turned a rich shade of crimson.
They painted her shades of blood for the ceremony until every shades of her skin burned like a dying ember.
With roaring fire eyes, she turned to face him. Her favorite place to spend her free time has always been Hell. Fires are slowly creeping up her tongue and into her hands; she has fire all over her body but is not in any pain. It was finally tamed by her.
His lips were bleeding, and he was aware that he was in pain. He is not dealing with the woman he expected. She had already grew up and now wants to put an end to his existence.
He smirked as he snatched up his blood-soaked blade.
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Forbidden.
Forest.
Sixth Ocean.
Sixth Mountain.
Sixth Moon.
First Human.
A rebel.
Bloodline.
A prophecy has came. Gods are in chaos.
The seekers are dead. One by one, they will fall and one by one they shall meet their fate.
Gods are not Gods anymore. They are dying.
"Seekers did prevail the prophecy before they got killed" Ares muttered as he spoke with Zeus.
Fire was breathing between the barrier and any moment by now, it will break.
"Once it broke-" Zeus trembled at a tragedy that would befall Gods and Humanity.
Ares handed the scroll to Zeus with fear in his eyes.
"They said it will be a tragedy-"
Zeus muttered every words along with the other Gods in the Olympus.
"A woman with an enchanting beauty." He started.
"Roses engraved to her as her birthmark. Born in the sixth of the full moon. A child with fire in her heart will be born in the Land of Roses will cause the Gods to fall into Ashes."
He dropped the scroll and trembled upon his throne.
"My Lord, there is another one. A boy will be born, opposite of this girl will bring us victory."
He stood up and his voice roared over the entire Olympus.
"Kill the girl."
"Bring me the boy."
Socrates_Hemlock · Fantasy
