The Chalice From Above

The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. He was a master of nine but a King nonetheless. Only having sovereignty over the building in which he watched the people below from. He was the last king left.

The humans below, no, more like insects, were bread, fed, and recycled like livestock. They engulfed themselves in the unreal and avoided the mass in front of them, the realities. The air, buildings, and even other humans. It seemed as the mass was no longer connecting. She was the only one outside of himself who knew what the connection was and even still, she stared outside of the window, down at the peasants, wishing she could participate in their destruction. The laws that governed the place below far exceeded that of governing actions and illness, these laws controlled the soul.

The last window in this palace was the only thing left between the King and the new world, the only connection to the parasite. He often thought about closing the window, dispelling any essence of that new world. But, every attempt he would make she would stop him. Her eyes beseeched him, but, as time went by he grew eager to defy her innocence. There was only one place left in this new world for a King. A King who used his eyes to see, his hands to feel, and his heart to love. That place was isolation. There was no room for a Kings qualities in the new world.

He woke up the morning of a unforeseen wicked day. His conviction had lifted him from his sleep, today would be the day where the King gave into himself. A pure and selfish decision was going to win. He approached her that morning as she sat next to the window, staring out as her her gracefully moved about from the wind. His chalice sat next to the window, old and rusty. Scraps of metal laid at the bottom of the cup. He picked it up and gulped it down as she looked at him in disgust. He couldn’t help himself, it was a taste that the new world no longer had.

The King turned to her and began telling her tales of the old days. The days where men and women wrestled to produce tiny versions of themselves. Where fruit and vegetables would become engulfed in green fuzziness when they became sick. A world where good and evil existed along with free will and how death, destruction, and war were painful yet necessary. As he told her these stories he could tell her disinterest grew more and more apparent. He anticipated this and was fine with it, only because he told her the stories not to enjoy but just to know.

As his story came to an end, he told her the destiny of what that day held. A destiny in which she would hate, naturally. Expressing himself, and telling her of the hatred he had for the wretched world below he became angry. She new from the words that spilled from his mouth exactly what he had entered the room for. She stood in front of the window protecting it from the unhinged old man. Protecting what she had longed for. But the old man had already mad his choice, he walked towards asking her to move herself so he could complete his destiny. She refused. He wanted to know what exactly she was protecting so he asked her.

“What about this world below gives it the infant traits you crave? The world below does not need protecting.” He said.

“Isn’t wanting something you can not have a good enough reason to protect it?” She said.

“You are correct. But untrue to yourself. You can have it, you can have it all.” He said.

He reached his hand out to her, frail and boney. As she reached back out the old King lunged forward forcing the women out of the window. She fell gravely looking up at him as she floated downward. Tears flowing from her eyes and a slight smile on her face. The King gave her what she was to afraid to take herself. The jump. He was happy and as she became smaller and smaller he could no longer see her black hair dropping through the sky. He took a step back and finally was going to allow his destiny to come to fruition. He closed the window and slide and locked the wooden cover over it. He went back to his room to finally enjoy his isolation and as he closed his eyes. His kingdom began to crumble. The last King had found his place in the new world.