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Ugly Lie And Bitter Truth.

Nobody loves death. The cold touch of your very life force being sucked right out of you.

A so called godly creature staring down at you into your burning soul, ripping out all the knowledge you use to know. Everything you thought to be real, to be reality; fake, a fraud.

Or just darkness, your body thrown in a endless black void of nothingness only your existence floating alone. All by yourself, with no one to call your name, to say “Hello.” To embrace you in the dark as you fall, fall, fall. There is no one to say “Goodbye,” to, no one to say “I love you.”

A man just running, running, running, to nothing. He doesn’t know why, doesn’t remember. There’s no one to ask, for there no one around. Everything surrounding was covered in a white sheet, like a empty vacuum bag, just blank. Why am I running? Where am I going? were the constant questions that swirled around inside of his head. But then, before any answers could be constructed, a voice whispered in his ear. Something within told him to turn around, to look. It repeated over and over, look, look, look. The man obeyed the whisperer’s command.

Far, but close, a blurry figure walked directly towards him, carrying behind it a darkness of some-sort. The fog spread with every step following, covering the whiteness in dark. As the man stared at the mysterious creature before him, he couldn’t help but think of exactly what it could be. I-It carries the color black with i-it.. New questions were formed, developing at a devouring pace. It’s a man. N-No a male monster, with horns. As his thoughts rambled on, the being changed taking the characteristics his mind set. Transforming into a male humanoid-beast with horns, growing ten feet tall, with a scaly silver tail that thrashed about it went on walking, still become what it was told to be. Nails that once didn’t exist appeared now as claws, eyes that held no place, now shined a bright crimson red, hair that is now there matched the dye of the dark.

At the sight of such a monstrosity, the man let out a voiceless scream twirling on his heels as he darted down the only path that remained bright. Tap, tap tap went the entity’s feet, slow and steady yet winning the race between himself and the mortal man. No matter how fast he ran, he followed right behind.

Just as the human’s hope began to go like the clock of time ticking away, in the distance another figure stood. Like how the monster once was, it was blurry leaving the man to come up with it’s attire. It put off a warm feelings as it remained in it’s place. So gentle..

The man couldn’t help but think again of what it could be. A woman, there’s no doubt about it. She’s so warm. Just as fast as the thought came, it was so. The figure that was once gender-less, now a female. A woman with hair like pure gold that reached all the way to her feet, and eyes like the first tear of a newborn with branches and leaves of nature wrapped around her body like a dress. She’s perfect, too perfect to be human, but a Goddess she is. Her appearance was now that of a holy being. His eyes locked on her, nothing else could pry them away from the beauty. A smile spread on her face, the one of a mother opening her arms to her child. Picking up his speed he ran as fast as his legs could, longing to hug her, wanting her to keep him safe. Only three feet away the goddess remained when his arm reached out to her, but in vain. For before his fingertips brushed against her waist, behind him the monster had sent out his ‘demons’.

Out of the endless abyss hands formed of shadows latched themselves onto the man, retraining him, dragging him to the darkness. He cried and shouted, yanking, struggling to break free from their strangling clutches. With one final attempt, he surged forward snapping his binds and leaped into the goddess’ hold. Tears streamed down his face for he knew the beast could not reach him now. The only thing she did in return was wrap her arms around him, and slowly he began to disappear as he smiled happily. In only a single minute he was gone without a trace. Seeing this the monster let out a rasp sigh in the void that was now half black and white. The goddess continued to hold a neutral expression walking to the center of the borderline to end’s darkness.

“Why do people love me, but hate you?” She asked, staring at his hunched back. His face carried no emotion.

“Because your a beautiful lie, and I the ugly truth. You show them false illusions of happiness while I show them reality, try to take their hands and bring them to a place called “Paradise.” But you tell them their living, tell them lies when they are truly suffering. You make them think I’m bad, when you are the one who’s actually taking them to the gates of Hades.” The Goddess herself sighed, letting her lips twitch at her attempt to frown, but her godly body refused to allow her to do so.

“That’s what the do. The world tells me my roll in this universe. It tells you yours as well. We’re not allowed to tell them that I’m the real grim reaper, the real death called “Life” and your the real life called “Death.” The monster didn’t say a word until his corrupted image disappeared returning him back into an it, a blurry figure once again. Only then did he speak,

“Time to convince another soul.”