marți, 2 aprilie 2013

Flaring Souls

 Happy Birthday,Rem>:3

  His emerald eyes were shining with the flame of destruction.Watching from above,searching,observing,plotting.Wings made of chaos striking the air,fluttering black and red robes merging with his flesh,an unsheated sword resting in his right hand.On the blade's surface,glimps of damned souls could be seen,trying to break free,clawing, tearing, slashing.If you listened closely,you could almost hear their screams of agony.
 The air beside him shifted almost indistinguishable and a small demoness appeared,carrying a black harp,kneeling in obeyance,waiting.The Black King raised his free hand,beckoning her to stay still.His flaring gaze was set on the horizon,watching the veil of the night unfold.The blood red  twillight was slowly dissipating in a mix of orange and purple,mixing,twisting until all that remained was a thin,golden horizon line.He raised his sword and the demoness started struming the delicate strings,producing the melody of destruction.Her pale fingers danced upon the chords,allowing the music to flow through the air.
 A myriad of souls raised from the face of the earth,opalescent balls trembling in the night and flying higher and higher.As the mad notes reached the climax,one by one,the puffy spirits started exploding in bright blazing shots,setting everything they touched on fire.The souls of the world light up the night.
 His flaring green eyes watched the show in amusement.Hail the horrors of damnation.