And The Goddess Saw

“Do you remember when this started? The day you stopped asking, and the night you began to answer?” the black-blood soaked revenger thought to himself.

The Snake couldn’t fly. He, lay appointed to the battleground floor to die. It was the anger wasn’t it? The rash of unkempt thoughts and desires that spurred on the many years with no change, or alters.

There was no visible end to the bodies The Snake amassed. He became the devourer he once sought to slay through the bloody pass.

The rage was frightening, as it was astonishing.

They came for him, one by one, two by two. It was an ambush.

Broken swords, splintered shields, and haughty banners left in ruin. The Demon King was among the dead. An ambush was denied. The rage could not be dyed.

That was the difference, thought The Snake “between them and I, as I seek more than to square than to opine”.

They came for revenge over the many lost battles before. To make even what was uneven with a vast angry horde.

To balance. To assign karma to a madman who had little respect bestowed to the Demon Rite’s last chance.

Smaller Twenty-Two

By hitting a two-sided, non-pointed nail – does it offer gratification or gained handiness? Does balance occur when the nail is centered, poking out each side, disregarding closeness? Those gods called it rebirth and perpetuity. What did Snake think now, after another great battle won, bloody?

He was not prepared to lay among the thousands, left alone with his ponderings. They should have dispatched of him this time. What could be left over from his spent offerings?

Greater Thirty-Three

The efficacy of thirty-three. Life itself is a paradox – a dichotomy of two opposing constructs. There are higher modes of understanding, Snake knew. A flow in and out of the old paradox. To keep to the core, one, by now, understands the need for an in and an out.

He knew of the once grand illusion of staying the same old self, and simply uniting modifications or upgrades to the existing self – not to do away with the old rags and bones. And, then, that old self began showing the same issues that it once it did; the very reason for upgrade in the first place. Now a new upgrade is summoned to replace the recently old. This was beginning to sound like the ouroboros devouring its own tail, for eternity.

“Of perpetuity, cycles, and rebirth”, The Snake smirked while still amongst the dead.

The Fear of change was difficult. The Snake held fear of losing his ace – his wrath for Them.

“The only way up, is down”, he thought.

He could move, but didn’t want to leave the scene. He was waiting for another scene. A greater green.

The Goddess

Smoke cleared. A storm appeared. The battleground was scarred.

A glorious green glow from the heavens cast down. The light was directly onto to Snake now.

It was her!!

Was more than that – A Goddess?

Snake recognized her. A face from many lifetimes ago. Or maybe that was the all familiar glow?

She had no vehicle or aircraft, but innate craft and magic.

It was inter-dimensional. She was one of Them.

Snake’s longings for answers begged the doors to be opened unto him.

They were.

The Goddess lowered her hand to the black-blood soaked revenger.

With one swift pull, The Snake was heaved from the mountainous bodies, slain.

The Snake Flew again!

“Are you hear for them or for thee?” The Snake demanded. “Speak now phantasm, or depart from me”

“I come for a man willing to lay down his wrath and take his place among the justified. Within your suffering and hatred for the demonic kind, you lay foundation for a greater seed to be prophesied”.

“Be among us now human – Eternally Electrified”.