A change of Order

‘This…. this think is a true glutton’.

There no change in it even after absorbing my aurora like drinking water, I know that if it drink it all, I will cease to exist, because that is the embodiment of myself but Ican’t  let it be so I have to stop it, although I couldn’t feel fear or anything else but I still have sense of preservation, waiting this bottomless hole suck me dryuntil it will be satisfied is not an option.

I willed my will to charge forward and reck havoc inside that glue matter, my aura is still solid and pure, but this time I defused it with my will in top of its power not to probe or discover, nor to defend or to pull it back but to go forward and attack, despite feeling my aura getting weaker by the second, I will not give up, my zombified shell starting to crack  while my eye socket is full of dark smoke that not a smoke, solid and pure black but still maintain its gaseous form.

‘If you want it all, here it is, I’m not going to be killed again without a fight….not again’ my thoughts gives my will a last boost and the cracks started to accumulate faster while the the damn matter starts to rotate slowly , instead of it get explode however, my shell explode, and the rotation of that thing continue to get faster and bigger, no… not bigger but closer and closer, until it hit my head and stop it rotation than like a wax that get milted by a hot flame it melted and assimilate it self to me, I become bigger, my foggy self not anymore, I become more solid, and a sadden feeling of extension overwhelm me, not to my self but beyond, it’s the same feeling as I make some my aura travel outstide my body to give me feed back of any information that it comes across but more clearer and its range is huge, but its not an abstract feeling, its like I can controle anything and everything in that range, I consentrate in that deeling more, and let it overwhelm me, than that feeling  strack melike a barrier that get smached and then as fast as it come, a heavy  wight get off my sholders , I felt lighter and calmer, I can feel the snakes below me and see every movements they made, like a connection of sort, that had been created long time ago not fresh one that was established moments ago or hours, I stopped guessing time, intent, the why’s since I come in this place, and started thinking of the how’s after siting in this stone thrown.However it may seems, this is an apportunity that I will never miss, an opportunity to reash greatness.

Esspecially when that matter fused to my being, and allow’s me controle over a part of this realm, to chape a segment of  the lake under me to my desire, this segment however is approximly a kilometer in linch and 3 kilometer in hight, with only 3 snake under my controle, I forcebly try to controle more than three at the same time, but I can’t reach them, or touch them, its like a barrier blocks my way, I even tried to controle a separate snake other than those that I hae connection with but to no avail.

  I stoped trying for now and willed  3 snakes to come out of this lake, one head after another come out of it, then followed by the rest of their bodies, I willed my aura to penetrate their mind to see if they can thing or feel, or searching their memories for any reliable information that can answer some of my urgent yet predictable questions, but all I’ve got is that those snakes started to glow and then chrink to an inbeleiveble speed until they become three specs of shining lights, dark blue like the deapest  part of an oscian, full of liveness  but devoited of life.

 I try to inspect it more in depth inside then it was revealed, an intersection door lay before me  inside this speck of light, I try to open it but my aura fazed through it like a hot knife cutting butter, what comes next is not my early home but corpses been around me, some of them had their arms severed and others their legs, while some stubbed to death, and a few with no head, all of this is secondary for me, because its seems like I’m in a battlefield in a greenery hill full of blood and its scent of death that follow.

‘The smell of negative thoughts and despaire filled the air, its temting and it fulfilled my craving, its been a long time enjoing this feeling, I almost forget how its taste’. he smilingly said to himself or it self while allowing those energy dancing around him, he inhale and sucked it all than moved to deferent locations where those delisious emotion have a strong presence.

Peoples in their dying breath produced more good stuff but it mixed with hope that may be someone will rescue him and then live again which gives a nasty taste, while the dead have a complete obsession aura mixed with regret and anger, and a lot of fear, yet it is thin, large part of it faded and get recycled in nature to birth balance and equilibrium.

However, all in all it’s a wonderful sight for him, this intoxicated feeling kept him astray for an important questions which is why this flicker of light have him here and how to goes back, although this aura mixed with the extension of his will, it still part of his power that it will be a waist to loose it in this situation.

Those corps are wearing some leather suite like armor, swords and spears, arrows are everywhere down here, crows hovering upward in the sky, squeaking with their ugly sounds, but none of them comes down which is weird because usually they should eating and enjoying the fresh meat although human but obviously they don’t care, a feast await for their arrival, while the fight still over, and the winning party is clearing the battlefield for any survivor while burying their kinsmen, that doesn’t mean some of those curious creatures by natures boldly descend in this goury ground stealing some flesh and intestines.

Yet they hovering in the skey in circles like a child greeting his father after not seeing him for a long time or a courageous weakling warning the world from evil that has already comes, looking at those stupid feathered animals acting like this, a sudden idea take shape and a grim reaper with his scythe wearing a long black hoody, with some dark fog swirling around him.

Inside the hoody, there is two bright green flames like eyes gazing at the horizon, while his bony fingers holding his scythe that look like a crescent moon with its edge that look like it  being sharpened by a mountain, and its other  wooding half looking filthy and old, a big contrast but being held by a creature that look like he is going to make the world get flooded in the river of styx, and your only way is the underworld.

The ugly sound of crows become louder and their movements become faster but still in circles they obliged their flight, its give this being a startling effect of awe and resignation, while he looking for a dying human with strong willpower to live despite the undeniable fact that he will die.