The Day I Became a God by aSymphonyofDeadMen  

On the day I became a god the darkness of the night sky shone as bright as the future ahead of me. Feet weary and knuckles bruised, I was but the product of a burden bestowed upon the people I called my own - tumbling not under their watchful gazes for each pair of despairing eyes was a star amiss on the dark canopy above our heads. 

Plenty and naught was to be found among beggars and nomads alike, bounds of familiarity forged between one another in the fires of cold necessity. 

The howling of the wind’s wolves was the whip which spurred us on, the splintering ice beneath their dreadful jaws opening wide - insatiable hunger cursing the greedy. Desperation were the wings on which we soared, feathers spreading wide and muscles aching, the animalistic urge of survival ablaze in each one of us. 

On the day I became a god, nature’s humbleness was the one to clip our wings. Perhaps a scream or two there were, drowning out the roaring beneath as solid ground turned to a treacherous beach of glass - hot judgement made manifest in the chill of each shard, spearing sinner and innocent alike. A world bereft of order, reason evading empathy as tapestries were being unmade. 

And there she was. 

Fair hair a beacon seldom to be seen in a dune of black sheep, babe still clutched to her breast. Daughter by promise, blood of my blood. 

On the day I became a god, call out I did for vengeance had demanded its tribute and many a soul had been feasted upon - for alms were a currency owned by the rich. And a mourner’s grief buried with their crushed one’s remnants, eternity’s mercifulness freezing which shan’t have been in life.

Chapter End Notes

Hoped you liked it ^^                 This is for the New Year's Resolution challenge. I decided on going with the Dark Matter challenge from last year.

My prompts: 

Not using third person POV and the word "death".

Wish you a wonderful day!

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