Deity: A Borderline Novella

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[I]

In the beginning, there was nothing but Time. There was once a point where Time just was. But, she decided that things couldn't just be, they had to continuously alter. After Time began to pass, she began to be less of an imposing figure, as things that are constant desensitize. Time, through no fault of her own, bore a daughter. She named her Deity. Time listened to her daughter, knowing that she was far greater than she would ever be. Time didn't know how she bore such a fruit as the girl would become, but she, in all her splendor, managed it.
Deity lived on the tallest point of the place where Time was omnipresent. Deity was born as she would be. Deity didn't grow, or alter, as Time itself doesn't change, but changes. Deity sat alone on her mountain and grew lonely. She wondered if there could be another being like her. She knew this wasn't possible, so she created something that resembled her, but much smaller. Deity blinked once, twice, and outstretched her forearm to full view. She bit her lip and curved the opposite side of her mouth into a smile as a green sprout emitted from the trident of veins in her wrist. It twisted slightly, and budded before her timeless eyes, a rose. The blossom rocked from side to side, itching for the finale. At last, the flower unfolded, with each petal peeling away from the core, yet still holding onto the stem- a stage for Deity's creation. The last petal shielding view fell slowly to reveal an infinitesimal creature. It lay in the absolute center of the petals that fell and held, curled up and sleeping. Deity covered her mouth with her hand to not stir her child and to stifle her reverberating joy. Deity held the being in her palms (it could fit easily in one alone) and watched it wriggle and extend its tiny mitten-like fists. She smiled and whispered, "You are my first doll. I will call you Beauty." The little doll fluttered open its blue eyes and her lips blossomed on her face as Deity dreamt them; scarlet and perfect and smiling. Her hair ran like a butterfly over her head and fell over her naked body like a black silk curtain, covering Beauty's face. Deity slid in a gentle fingernail to part her hair, lightly tapping the nail onto the girl's nose, tracing it to her crown. Beauty laughed softly. Deity whispered, "Now you will grow, accompanied by Time." Beauty blinked and Time, invisibly overlooking the procedure, nodded and blew a smoke ring at the infant. A little cough emitted from her wiry frame and she shook her head, crawling into the holy curve of the mound of Deity's thumb. Deity curved her fingertips upward, giving the little doll columns to lean upon. The doll shook a bit as she lifted herself up, begging the support of Deity's fingers. "Yes." Deity whispered. "Beauty, yes." The little girl warily let go of the fingertip, closing her doll eyes tightly, in reverent concentration as she pulled away from Deity, her sock-feet strengthening and lengthening, Deity's eyes widening, as Beauty teetered down her forearm, sliding to her knees as she caught the crease. She bowed her head and looked up to Deity, peering blue through the black curtain. Deity smiled her calm, closemouthed smile as she parted and placed half of Beauty's hair behind her right ear. She lowered her voice, "I know of something you would adore. Dear, come to my palm." Deity slowly raised her forearm to a flat plane for Beauty to walk upon. As she came to the now withered plant, it folded to her grandeur and bowed lithe, so she could step over. She turned and sat in Deity's palm, now sitting a near three inches tall. Deity walked to the other end of the gothic hall of creation, her hand curved for safety. With her free hand, Deity turned over an empty crystal bowl, placed on a black metal and glass faced table, and slid Beauty off of her fingertips, onto the smooth surface.
Deity spun two of her fingers around the edge of her own petticoat skirt, the tulle bouncing with the rapid movement, shaking loose threads of the black silk overlay, letting it fray, pinching a few strands away from it's family with her fingernails. She wove the fibers tightly between her shining thumb and forefinger, and a braid came out of the mix. She coiled the braid and slid it underneath her thumbnail. Beauty watched, enthralled. Deity calmly bit the nail, pressing the string into the underside, and then parted the nail from the quick with her tongue, her teeth snagging a tail end of a small dress that had been grown there. Beauty stood and smiled, clasping her hands with joy as Deity slid the black dress with the frayed skirt hem over her little finger, like a clothing hanger, and Beauty lifted her hands over her head, letting the knee length dress flow over her and her softly jointed legs. Deity slid two fingers over Beauty's small body and Beauty ran over her hand, her elbow, and climbed up Deity's bicep, fitting herself onto Deity's right shoulder, resting her feet on her collarbone. Deity walked, perfectly poised to the chamber door, extinguishing the candelabras that were on either side of the door with a slight tilt of her head. She gently opened it, allowing the air to rush in and the dull sunlight to greet Beauty. Beauty raised her hands to her face and scooted closer to Deity's neck, shielding herself from sunlight. Deity laughed quietly and spoke:
"Beauty, tell me what you see."
"I see your earlobe and your hair."
Deity smiled and tucked three fingers underneath Beauty to unseat her. She slid her down to her palm and fitted her other hand as an umbrella over the doll.
"Darling, what do you see?"
Beauty inhaled deeply and stood, peering over the horizon.
"I see a blue white river, flowing over the hill; I see a tree, silhouetted by the green-grey sky."
"Good. What else?"
"I see a building, like the one we just came out of, but smaller, much smaller, and it's made out of white brick and black mortar. There are deep green vines with red blossoms crawling over that wall..." (Beauty pointed to the right wall of the building.) "...and they are wonderful. Is that where I'm supposed to stay?"
"Do you think that you should stay there?"
"I think it's meant for me, and I think it's..."
"Beautiful."
Beauty nodded and smiled. Deity stepped back into the shadowed overhang of the porch, blinking and smiling at the now black and barren horizon, trying to picture Beauty's dream, as clearly as possible. Deity sat Beauty down on the porch step, walking to her own residence. She effortlessly removed a single brick from the holy wall, and walked a great way to the place where her own home seemed as large as the one here would. Deity then plucked the severely withered rose from her wrist, and dug a hole with the pointed toe of her shoe. She inserted it into the hole, kissing her finger and nestling the dirt back into its rightful place. She evanesced and reappeared inches from Deity, crouched, her hand again outstretched. Beauty and Deity crossed to the brick and Beauty began to cry, heaving, leaping at Deity's chest, grasping onto the lace camisole that she wore. Deity cupped her legs from underneath, knowing what was to happen next, but despising the fact that Beauty had to endure this pain before witnessing goodness.
"Everything I see doesn't exist, does it? There is no Beauty."
"You are Beauty. You exist."
"Is that really better?"
"Yes. Without you, none of this would have been possible."
Beauty looked up, her face slightly pink, and Deity looked outward, flattening her hand for Beauty to stand upon. There was a tree silhouetted by the green grey sky now poised to their right, and an elaborate Victorian style home with three levels and a turret to their left. The home stood three feet, the turret four. Beauty laughed and embraced Deity's wrist tightly before Deity lowered it to the ground, allowing her to step inside the home for the first time. And although Deity knew every word and discourse that would come of this, it gave her the greatest joy to witness it. Beauty stuck her head out of the first story window.
"There's so much pretty furniture!"
"Tell me about it, dear."
"It's crushed velvet and silk and black metal and glass and elaborate tapestries and oh, there's just so much, it's so wonderful!"
Deity smiled. And it tangibly was.
She heard Beauty run up the stairs to the next level.
"What is this machine for?"
Deity shifted her weight.
"That's a typewriter. One can write one's thoughts on it."
"Why should I write my thoughts when you know them so well?"
"For others to read and view Beauty, as she really is."
"Others...?"
"Go on to the next level, darling."
Beauty caught her breath and ran as quickly as her little doll feet could take her up to the next floor. She gasped.
"There are one, two, three, four bedrooms! What are these for?"
"They are so one can rest and dream."
"I dream all the time."
"You are special. You are my first."
"Ohh, what is the little door...more stairs! Spiraling, spiraling, I'm dizzy!!"
Deity quickly opened a window and inserted a finger to catch her. They both laughed.
"Thank you. Here's another room...why is it so much smaller? It has a bed hanging from chains and there is a hole in the roof. There's only one candle...the walls are scarlet. I don't like this room; I don't like this room at all! Why isn't it going away?"
"It's not "going away" because it is actually there, Beauty."
"I don't want it to be."
"You're not in control of what is, you're in control of what may be. That is what your place is."
Beauty opened the wall-long window to the turret, her skirt blowing in the soft and gentle wind.
"When will the others come?"
"When you wake up. Shut the window, dear, and find the room that is yours."
"I will just...know...?"
"Yes, you will always just know. It is your gift."
"Thank you so much, Deity, thank you so much, thank you, thank you."
"Of course. Now, to bed."

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[II]

Deity scooted the wind-taken window to Beauty's grasp, smiling somberly, wondering what there would be to create next. She wondered when another being would have to change, destroy, all of this. She knew the answer, and she didn't like it, but she knew that the balance, the balance, the balance had to be maintained. It just had to be, there was no question. This balance was instated by Time, so long ago, and it could not be tampered with, or else, the sky would turn black. Whatever would rise would have to be condemned so they could live with Beauty. But others had to come to life as well. The second to birth was Love, the girl with long, wavy brown hair, an ever-present and sweet smile. She fell from Deity's own heart and slid off of her own strings, shaking herself to life, smiling quietly. She was dressed in brown velvet and white lace. She kissed Deity's cheek sweetly before running off to her own room, alongside the sleeping Beauty.
Compassion came to life next, a plain looking girl with auburn hair and milky skin, with her soul in her eyes. She came from Deity's palm; she was molded from the bones there. She held Deity's thumb as Deity healed herself and replaced the bones, Compassion lay crying quietly. She was reluctant, more than reluctant to leave her creator alone, but did when asked. She took the room next to Love. Honor came from the tree, the loving tree, the solitary tree. She was blonde with black eyes and wore black and red. She curtsied to Deity before retreating to her room as asked. She had the least difficulty selecting a room, as hers was the last empty on the floor.
Seemingly complete, Deity came to extinguish each candle in the home. But the turret was still empty, and she couldn't allow this to be unoccupied. She tied her own long black hair with a red ribbon, exposing the perfect flesh of her neck and the base of it. Deity swallowed hard as the last, the smallest, made her impossibly difficult journey from Deity's mind and spine. Faith clawed through the soft, sweet, flesh, tearing gaping holes, leaving shards of herself with each animalistic rip. She bit through a hole big enough to fit her head and she coughed once, expelling liquid, and stopped instantly, realizing where she was. She pressed her hands outside of the wound and forced her weight upon that area as it began to cave in, Deity choking, Faith kicking her legs quickly, parting the flesh with each toe. She crawled up Deity's hair, catching her breath. Deity ran her own hand through her hair, grabbing the girl over her ribs, setting her down on her left hand. Deity laid down the exhausted girl and examined her. She was in awe.
"You're so real."
Faith spit to the side of Deity's hand.
"If that's positive, I don't think I want to be."
"I never said that it was positive. But it is what you are and what you're to do. That is why I made you. I didn't realize that you would be this...this similar to myself."
"How?"
"Physically. Your hands have opposable fingers, your arms are slender, as is your waistline, your legs have...definition, muscles, they symbolize strength."
"Strength?"
"Strength. And power. And Faith."
"I am Faith."
"Precisely. And I have a special place for you, where you can always be as close to me as possible, though you're among your own."
"I thought I was like you."
"You are, but you're more them. You are to lead them."
"Am I the last?"
"You're the last."
"Then how do I lead?"
"Faith."
"I understand."
Faith closed her eyes and Deity dressed her in plain black canvas pants and a deep green knee-length dress to wear over them. Deity lowered the girl to the ground as she walked ahead of Deity, taking strides of two inches. Deity walked beside, slightly behind, knowing that she knew where to go. Faith found the home, and walked to the side of it, finding a door among the deep green vines. She entered and trotted up the spiral staircase, steadily, perfectly. As she approached her own room, Deity blinked and the candles were lit. Faith smiled a bit as she fell onto her bed, Deity's face appeared in the window.
"Of all of my creations, you are my favorite. You are the most powerful. You are almost human."
"Almost?"
"Yes."
"What separates me from true humanity?"
"Irrefutable Faith."
...
In the mornings, the girls sang, in the afternoon, the girls painted and wrote, in the evening, the girls danced. So why was it that Faith felt so empty? She spoke to Deity:
"I don't understand why it is that my sisters can be out there, so happy, so carefree, when I'm sitting, alone, unable to participate. I've tried, you've seen me try, I've tried to be like them, and I just am not. I don't understand why it is that I feel so close to you, or why I feel as though I need you more than anything. I don't understand why it is that I've accepted the fact of I won't understand. All I want is to be able to be in your presence for all eternity. I am yours, although suffering. I am yours, I am eternally yours."
Deity replied:
"Here is your chance for you to prove yourself to come to be with me in eternity."
"I will not fail you."
...
She was born of Time's ashes as Time lost her bearings and bent to Deity's will. She was not the ashes, the ashes were the vessel. She was dressed in white, pure white, pure silk, and she was Deity's height. She was to be Deity's equal, her opposite, her lover.
Micheala was born that day, and Time wept.
...
Micheala brought with her 5 little boys. Each time one smiled, a little girl cried. Each boy couldn't exist without a little girl and each took one to consider their own. Pride took Honor. Little Pain took little Love. Apathy initially took Compassion, and although the two still were considered together, they never were, not really. Dominance held quivering Beauty against her will; she melted into Submission. And Cowardice vied for Faith, but Faith was far too steadfast to allow such a thing to occur. Faith didn't know if his subtle hints and pathetic attempts at obtaining her eye constituted some of Deity's test, although she was not once tempted. Faith spoke with Deity, from a distance...Micheala and Deity rarely left their own home (Micheala laid claim to the cellar as Deity relocated to the highest turret.) and the other girls would question her. Honor came to her, one night, as Faith sat on her windowsill, holding discourse with someone who clearly was not physically there.
"Faith, how do you think that Deity can hear you?"
"I just know. She said that I would always just be able to know things and that I should trust the things that I just know."
"What if she's wrong?"
"She isn't wrong. She is never wrong. No one has ever questioned her being wrong before!"
Faith leapt up, sliding loose papers that were sitting alongside her onto the ground in an exasperated display. Honor stepped back, in awe.
"I'm just saying that you need to realize that she said that she would always be there and..."
Honor took a step to the window, fanning the pane for effect. Faith shook her head defiantly.
"She is THERE. You can't feel her??"
"I don't feel anything."
Faith felt her stomach lurch, feeling the solidity of the windowsill, needing it to believe that she was real.
"I am real, and I can feel it. You just go off with your Pride and defile Deity's name, hmm? It will make you happy."
Honor shrugged, not seeing anything wrong with her life's path, and shut the door, never to return. Faith fell desolate that night, each wretch reveling and flouting in what Faith saw to be depravity. How could the others not need Deity as desperately as she did? Even Love itself had fallen to insufferable Pain. How could this be what Deity had wanted? How could this be what was meant to be? Faith refused to see any of the others, wondering if this was a part of her test. She wanted so desperately to remain true to Deity, at whatever cost. She fasted for many days, hoping to clear her mind of the unhappiness and ill humor. Cowardice had gone away, so long ago, but his "promise of forever" hung in the air like ice crystals. Faith pushed it from her mind. She was almost human. She thrived on that.

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[III]

The next week, the hour of reverence to reflect the amount of the first created, the little girls would sit in thought and praise in the second floor living room. Faith would, of course, Compassion would try, Love's Submission would because she was asked, and the other little girls would come and go throughout the hour of imposed silence as they pleased. The little boys would come and take their girls' away, at their leisure. Faith's eyes shot daggers at each little girl that left arm in arm with their own. Soon, she was alone in the living room, mouthing words to Deity that she knew that Deity could hear because Deity was always listening. Cowardice stayed behind as well, watching the girl momentarily before being run off by his own bout of terror. Faith noticed his leave and breathed a sigh of quick relief, continuing on with her prayer. She closed her eyes even tighter and jumped when the Cuckoo clock struck 6, noting that the hour was over. She stood, brushing off her tunic, and she reached to Beauty’s typewriter, wondering if she could take it, wondering what would stop her from taking it. She knew that she was committing no crime, as she lifted the typewriter from its immaculate home, and hoisted it up the stairs, nearly toppling over with the immense weight of the machine. She knew the decree that had to be made, and she knew that she would have to be the one to make it. As the final spiral came to an end, her arms were shaking horribly and losing feeling. She nearly threw the machine onto the bed, sighing a bit, letting the blood flow return to her little arms. She sat, cross-legged, in front of the machine, wondering how it worked. She chewed on the inside of her lip, toying with each intricate metal gage on the machine, gently, caressing each, before she found a single key that looked satisfactory. She pressed it three times. And then she closed her eyes, and just began to write:

000 337 777

There's a Love rip in the knot of whenever
Can you see the blatant scarlet line?
Can't you? Did you ever?
Ever see me latching onto forever?
Forever lost within the silhouette of Time?
I see a small Beauty, bent will and sinking.
I see Honor's Pride, bringing her down in flames
I see Compassion falling into Apathy
I see fickle Love, heart-stricken with Pain
I see little girls and little boys, never to be pure again.
There is no shadows' bay
There is no harbor, there is no sea
There is no longing laying decrepit inside the heart of me
There is no tomorrow
There is no un-die
There is no noose
There is no sigh
There is no torment
There is no pain
There is only the promise of yesterday
And the guarantee that your memory will fade
Burnt like black on a newsprint blossom
Aching the styles of Tomorrow and future Sundays
There is no Sun Day.
Welcome to the world of no Regrets
Welcome to the world of Marionettes
Welcome to the world of none Depressed.
Welcome to the world with no future.

All that remains is Faith.
...
The little girls awoke the next morning, the four each lying with their little boys, and each found a little folded letter on top of their bedside tables. Each read it, slowly, carefully, trying desperately not to stir their little boys, and none did. They all began to weep in unison, as silently as weeping can be, and Faith lay in her bed, as she did every night, barely sleeping, never dreaming, always thinking, desolate Faith. She closed her eyes once more:
"Deity, please, I don't need this. I want to see you again. I've listened to what you've told me to. I just miss you being outside my window. Deity, please, I love you. I need you. Deity, please."
Just then, the wind rustled outside of the window, bringing oversized leaves to Faith's window, blocking out each bit of Sunlight. The window cracked and Faith turned to her pillow and began to cry.
"Faith, there's no need for tears."
Faith shot up in her bed, a smile spreading across her face, she ran to the window, cranking it open against the strong wind, tensions rising as she saw Micheala at her window and her heart sunk.
"Why are you here?"
Micheala smiled and twirled one of her silver rings.
"Why am I here? Why are you here? Deity created us both, didn't she?"
"Of course, but why are you HERE."
Micheala laughed softly and let her sardonic smile overtake her face.
"Deity couldn't be."
"Yes she could have been."
"Do you honestly think that she cares enough for you to come to you when you're crying?"
"She cares more for me than anything. I'm her favorite."
Micheala laughed as Faith's face reddened, knowing how she must sound.
"Is she here to greet her Favorite in her time of need?"
"Why are you here?"
"Because Deity couldn't be. And I've been watching you Faith, I've been listening to you when she hasn't been. I've been noticing your dedication and allow me to say that it warms my heart to see a little girl suffering in her own self-righteousness than to fall to the depravity of her own race."
"Self-righteousness?!"
"What else would you call it?"
"Irrefutable Faith."
"Don't flatter yourself."
Faith choked back a cry and Micheala slipped in her own black tipped fingernail to prod Faith aside so she could take a closer look at her room.
"Faith, you don't have to answer, but really, do you think that Deity's favorite would be pressed into such...meager...accommodations? Honestly. Well, look for two new beings in my absence. Farewell, Faith."
"Absence?"
Micheala turned around and crouched again to Faith's window.
"Yes, absence. Deity and I have decided to take a leave of absence."
Faith's heart ceased beating momentarily as she wrapped her mind around that point.
"That's IMPOSSIBLE. Deity would never leave...never....never..."
"You've been a good little soldier. It's the rest of the girls that she was unable to control."
"She wasn't solely controlling."
"Oh, but she is. How silly of you to not see it. Anyhow, enjoy the remainder of your life, and attempt to be happy, hm?"
"Happy?! You expect me to be HAPPY?!"
"Oh, of course, what else is the point of living?"
"Service and productivity."
Micheala stifled a laugh.
"Deity chose a right little sprout when she chose you to take on her character."
"Her character?"
"You're a great deal like her, you know. I'm not sure if you do realize it, though."
"I could never dream such a gift."
Micheala narrowed her eyes.
"It's a true pity that you weren't born one of us, instead of the impressionable sheep. You're more them than you are us, but not enough us to be torn apart from them."
"What are you saying?"
Micheala positioned her lips to be the only part of her anatomy showing.
"I'm saying, dear, that you were born for pain and never happiness. You will never experience joy in your wretched little life although you have this overbearing spirit that will always seek it. It was once said, 'You may say it's self-indulgent. You may say it's self-destructive. But it's so much more productive than if I were to be happy.' I'm sure you believe it. Once more, goodbye, Faith."
Faith stood at her windowsill, unable to believe that the end was coming, that Deity had abandoned her, and that Micheala really was just there saying what she had said. And Faith wouldn't believe it either. She whispered:
"Welcome to the world of Marionettes. Welcome to the world with no future."
...
Deity stood on the edge of the cliff, where one could view everything in creation, the black weeds perpetuating over the white rock into the river that Beauty had wept. It was flowing faster than ever now, faster than ever now that every girl was crying. She wrung her hands, knowing what she was doing was going to turn out for the best, and also knowing what would have to happen in order for all of this to make sense, not even to make sense, just for this to be made. Deity sighed, slipping five gold bracelets off of her hand, twirling them around her finger as she felt ice hands slip into the spaces between each of her ribs, slightly digging their black nails in. She smiled weakly, taking the first bracelet, Beauty's bracelet, and inserting it into Micheala's mouth, her tearing it apart with her teeth, and then spitting it to her right. The second bracelet was Love's bracelet, and Micheala slipped it onto her own wrist, pressing her lips to Deity's neck. Compassion's bracelet was tossed carelessly over the side of the cliff, exploding into tiny shards against the bottom of the river, as Honors' bracelet was dropped onto the ground, behind Micheala's legs, wherein Micheala snapped it into two with her stiletto heel. Faith's bracelet, which shone brighter than the others; its glow was almost an effervescent white, Micheala attempted to snatch away. Deity spun, the bracelet being caught between both of their hands. "This has to be done, both of us." Micheala nodded and stepped closer to Deity, slipping two fingers into the bracelet while Deity did the same. Micheala pulled while Deity didn't, Micheala closing her eyes with the excessive force that she had to use. It still was unable to be broken. Micheala scoffed, "Unbending Faith." Deity smiled in spite of herself and kept the bracelet for her own, slipping it onto her other wrist.

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[IV]

The two walked, hand in hand, to the front of the house and Deity brought forth one last creation: Consequence. She spoke to the wisp of light and dust, "You are to represent me." It bowed to her grace and entered into an open window. Micheala brought both of her hands into a prayer position as she opened her mouth, kissing the air, and Liberation was born. She spoke to the invisible creature: "You are mine. You are everything that these dolls dream of. You are to be balanced by Consequence, but don't allow that to halt a single thing that you do. You are to represent me." Liberation nodded, unseen, and entered through the same window, trailing Consequence, overtaking it, and leading it. Deity pressed her index finger into the flesh of her palm and bled for the first time. Micheala watched, enthralled. She extended her palm to her and Micheala inserted her own middle finger, impaling Deity's hand, Deity had to bite back a cry, but never breaking eye contact. She slid her palm under Michaela’s finger and pinched her forefinger and thumb together, rotating it and the front door locked. Micheala laced fingers with Deity's bleeding hand, Deity not repairing what was grossly damaged, and they turned as Faith pulled her head back into the window, seeing everything, screaming inside her head.
Faith couldn't believe that such a thing was truly happening, her heart sunk, but her mind whispered that there had to be a reason for this, and that everything would be alright. And she sang, "All that remains is FAITH."
...
And it began to rain as the Heavens' wept, Micheala walking with Deity, as lightning flashed and split the locked door, the little girls screamed. Deity looked behind, troubled, as they made their way to the cliff, to oversee what may happen next.
"I didn't want to lock it, Michaela."
"You know that they can get out at any time and come to me. They're fine."
"Yes, but then I wouldn't be able to be with them. Are we doing the right thing?"
"Consequence will take care of them, now. Don't you want to let go?"
"How can you let go of what isn't yours?"
"What do you mean?"
"You made them this way, I did none of this."
"You did all of this. They were your pets and you created me to help..."
"No, I didn't create you to help, I created you to balance."
"Balance...help...they're both just words, synonymous words, and words don't mean anything."
"Words mean everything. Words are representations."
"Words are representations of nothing."
"You've made them nothing."
Micheala smiled a bit as she grabbed Deity's hands and laced them, lacing her own over them.
"Maybe, but you've made them."
The two laughed a bit, one more uneasily than the other, the other ignoring it. Deity bit her lip as Micheala slid her hand to the base of Deity's neck, where Faith was born, and lightly pressed in her fingernails as she drew her in for a kiss. The ground weakened; the tree and the two sunken inches in as Micheala pulled Deity closer, and the lightning fell from the sky. Deity's eyes watered as the glass she could remember crafting just moments ago, fell to the ground and shattered noiselessly. Micheala opened her mouth and the river turned black, the pretty tree split in two. And as Deity broke away and forced Micheala over the edge of the cliff, damning her into the ocean, the delicate balance broken, the pretty little house came to the ground, brick by brick, exposing the chalk-dusted dolls, torn to threads. The invisible Liberation held Deity's arms as she fought the urge to scoop up her darlings and wipe the tears from their black and blue glass eyes. She closed hers and heard them coughing out the soot in unison. She wrestled free of Liberation and appeared a few feet away from the remains of their home. The little one, her little Love began to cry. Deity herself fought back tears, and Liberation returned to her, her arms still held fast. Faith herded the little girls to Deity, pushing them onward, as they sang, "Welcome to the world of Regrets. Welcome to the world of no Marionettes. Welcome to the world of those Depressed. Welcome to the world with a future." Their dresses turned brighter as their hair smoothed and lids whitened. Faith suddenly broke out into a run without looking to her followers, and outstretched her arms to Deity's hem, burying her face in the lace and tulle, her tears catching in the spider webs between each fiber. Deity held the girl's head, smiling. Faith whispered, "The way to you is Liberation." Deity nodded and smiled at her darling, whispering, "You've won, Faith, you've won." Faith crawled onto Deity's arm, climbing to her birthplace behind Deity's neck, and sleeping, finally sleeping. Deity noted the others, walking slower, more warily. She locked eyes with each in turn as Love approached more quickly, grasping a smaller portion of tulle. Compassion came next, slipping her arms over her two friends, holding them as she held Deity. Beauty dropped to her knees to the side of Deity, soiling her little lace dress, holding Deity's ankle. Honor came last, taking Deity's hands in hers, meekly kissing the place where the two came together.
The little boys stood behind the tree trunk, Cowardice knowing what he must do. He formed the boys in a line behind him, marching behind Deity, walking to the cliff. Faith was the only one who could see them dropping like flies, to Micheala, but she didn't look away for a moment, until Apathy fell from the cliff, spiraling into oblivion. She smiled weakly, holding Deity's neck, ignoring the love bites that were fading as quickly as Deity allowed them to. Faith walked to Deity's ear, resting her tiny hands along her jaw line, and whispered
"Happiness lies within each person as they choose to accept it."
Deity tilted her head a bit, bringing her face closer to Faith.
"Faith, is happiness productive?"
"No."
"Does it matter?"
Faith smiled and she held Deity.
"No."
Faith slid off of Deity's back, feeling some sort of change upon her spine. She slid her shirt over her head as white wings fluttered about her. She let out a cry of joy as Deity turned to her, the other girls gaping in wonder.
"You will never have to climb again."
"I've won."
"You've won."

[godildo]

i read the first chapter and i liked it ( eventhough its not my kind of taste in literature), i'll continue reading the rest of the story later.

[miscarlet]

Originally posted by godildo
i read the first chapter and i liked it ( eventhough its not my kind of taste in literature), i'll continue reading the rest of the story later.

Cool, just to say, it's not the way I generally write, either, subject wise. But if it'll make you continue reading, there're lesbians in the third and fourth chapter...

[Lucky7]

Interesting concept, I must say.

[Lucky7]

deserves a bump