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angel tears.

eve becomes SNAKE -- or snake becomes EVE. whichever way ROUND, she is FREER. hell follows her ‘round, hell called MAN, hell called ADAM, trying to make the CHANGING about him. adam demands of god why he is being PUNISHED like this. eve finds GRACE in the dark cracks between rocks. eve finds god in the SOLITUDE. eve finds ABSOLUTION in the red press of her knees / scales into the dirt. eve, UNBLINKING, watches adam rail. adam demands ANSWERS and eve / snake / eve exits the GARDEN to go and find them for HERSELF.

ind. priv. kate fuller of el rey network's from dusk till dawn: the series. as told by duchess. est april 4th 2017.

nuada.

_{AN ANTHEM OF ROT / @biblicle}

_{HE WAS REBORN in chaos. From the moment his eyes opened, he knew nothing would be the same, and that was in great part, by his own actions, and a world he didn’t understand. This was a different sky, a different earth, there were too many colors and then, too few.}

_{From the moment he understood what had happened - the clockwork floor, the red demon, the way he had been stopped - he heard the snarl of something hungry in whatever manner of underbrush framed the flaming world of this present reality. The world spun as he catapulted his body, aching though it may have been, seeking to outpace empty belly, sharp teeth.}

_{This was no world of his own, and yet, he existed. Limbo, and the taste of it was on his tongue, as well as the urgency of what every breath he drew meant: he was reborn, but at a price.}

_{Surely, his sister was not in such a terrible world - under, he reminded himself, this had to be a world where wayward souls lost their way - and knew peace, knew her way back to the remaining people of Bethmoora.}

_{Snapping jaws and strange hungers reached for his limbs and at the last, he leapt in the air, one arm and part of his foot catching sturdy point of a tree. He did not look down, only up, and up did he climb until there was a break in the branches for strange sky, for ruined earth.}

_{Parts of the land were engulfed in fire and another looked like paradise with what appeared to be low-hanging fruit, the land dipped in greenery. Paradise in the midst of a war-ruined hell.}

_{Fitting, how his punishment would merge with the only memories he knew.}

_{Oblivion, ceaseless. Darkness, eschewed with light.}

_{The only way out was through and even that was not certain - but nothing ever was.}

_{If the prince drew breath, if he was not returned to the earth, then it meant that he was resurrected to serve a higher purpose, and though he knew not what that was, it meant he had to discover it, no matter the cost.}

_{Prerogative was discovered in time for the creatures beneath to run away, as if they sensed another beast was on its way, bigger than them, its appetite divine. And then, too late did he learn that the tree he was holding was pulsating, as if it had a heart - it did, all creatures did - before fire engulfed it fully, bark breaking off in his hand.}

_{The aching forest screamed beneath his feet, and he wondered how much death he was willing to cause in the name of others’ lives, in the name of his own, albeit with good intent or not.}

_{So lost was he in his own thoughts, in watching the fire eat away at the massive log of the tree that, he didn’t notice he was no longer alone.}

_{His was not a solitary journey - not any longer.}

                she  has  been  trudging  _{through  this  hellscape  on  her  own ,  broadsword  gripped  in  her  hand  securely .  the  longer  she  walks  the  heavier  it  feels ,  the  more  the  sun  beats  down  through  the  trees ,  the  more  the  leather  jacket  amaru  bound  her  into  feels  like  it’s  suffocating  her .  but  she  knows  the  chill  will  set  in  at  nightfall ,  and  so  she  marches  on .  she  seeks  shelter  beneath  the  blood  colored  leaves  of  the  forest ,  leaves  smoldering  bootprints  with  every  step  she  takes .  an  eden  around  her  and  everything  she  touches  turns  to  cinder  and  smoke ,  holy  abomination  she’s  become !  no  solace  in  her  images  of  god’s  creation ,  she  learns  to  keep  her  hands  to  herself  and  her  sword  when  she  walks.  dew  drips  from  fruit  and  leaves  and  green  blood  drips  from  her  blade :  she  fights  when  she  has  to ,  all  tooth  and  nail  /  girl  turned  beast .}

                kate  fuller  has  always  been  _{a  fighter ,  but  now  blood  spills  easier / quicker / less  regretfully  than  before .  green  gaze  grows  wide  when  she  hears  the  roar  of  fire  –  not  caused  by  her  and  her  unwilling  destruction ,  but  of  its  own  volition .  a  figure  stands  before  the  flames ,  and  she  draws  into  herself ,  both  hands  grip  the  hilt  of  her  sword  with  white  knuckles  and  her  heart  beating  harder  than  she  thought  possible .  defense  is  her  first  instinct ,  not  attacking .  that’s  the  reason  she  speaks .  he  stands  out  in  this  place  like  a  chess  piece  on  a  checker  board .  ❝  ——  who’re  you ?  ❞}