The Fall of the Dieties - The Return of Sin

It was the return of childhood fears. It was the sudden awareness that one still thinks about that monster under the bed. Even in the lingering sunlight left behind by the previous summer, the dusk that follows him becomes his procession. The trees and grasses bow not with Altus’ breath, but in reverence toward an undefeated champion and a beast of unthinkable capabilities. The hush that he caused could only be compared to the final breath of the slaughtered victim, the sudden gasp followed by the heavy silence. Death walked with him, running his fingers through that fiery mane and whispering into his ear like a loving mentor.

He was the hawk with the searching eye and she was the dove wounded on the jagged barbed wire. It did not matter whether or not she struggled to flee because the end result would be a more angered assaulter and a more injured victim. As he approached, she twitched and squirmed, only allowing the barbs of his planned attack to burrow themselves deeper into her wings. She screamed, but no one came to her aid for he was the enemy and he had found her ultimate flaw.

She was terribly alone.

The Sinner approached steadily, fully aware of his power’s dauntingly superiority to her own and confident in the fact that she could not escape him. Yes, she shared a similar heritage, but her fragile nature and physique only told him that she would bend easily to his will, that he could do this and still make it back to the Isles before dusk.

After all, he was sure that Rapier had missed his charming qualities.

She tumbled, helplessly throwing herself in an attempt to be freed from the grip of the trees, trees that were controlled by Gobardon’s influence. When the branch broke and she turned to run, the Earth rose, sending her plummeting and her legs thrown over her head. She was crying. She was terrified, but he continued to march in his slow, arrogant fashion. He could tell that this struggle was wearing her down and her heaving sides were coated with sweat even though the autumn air was cold.

Another boulder rose and she fell toward the ground, exhaling loudly as her body could not lift her again. Her wide eyes reflected the dark shape of him as he neared her and her opened mouth lacked the strength to call again for help. Nothing could save her.

The world was littered with Gobardon’s children. One more would make little difference.