Aetamus Amora

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"The End" is what they call me. You might've heard the phrase "Everything comes to an end." Well, I am the bringer of the end. You see, I have a special power, a power almost everyone fears. Whenever I touch something, I can make it wilt, age, wither, die. Every plant I touch, every animal I hold, every living thing that I get ahold of, they all wither in my hold. It's a sad life I live knowing I can't get near anything that is living.

Am I even living? I mean, I have been in this world for as long as there was life. I was created to end it after all. I think I'm what they call 'immortal'. And yes, if you are wondering I, or should I say we were created for, you see there are two of us. The one who creates life and the one who takes it away. The universe is a strange, strange place with an unknown reason for its creation. It has laws that everything abides by and one of these laws is that it is balanced meaning if something exists, something counters it, a reason we were created.

Yes, we were created and don't even ask us why because even we don't know. One day we were just brought to existence with the tasks given to us. We don't know who created us or why we were created. But enough about that, it gives me a headache talking about the past. Humans are strange creatures, beings unlike any they have made. Who're they? The other one, you know... the creator. Anyways, I don't understand why they gave humans the gift of knowledge. What's so special about them that they gave humans the ability to practically command nature to their will.

Humans are strange yet intriguing. They have even come to fathom that they were created which just amazes me how they can think of such. They even labeled us with different names. The creator was given the title of being this benevolent, good, just, truthful being that's loved and worshiped by many and I on the other hand was an evil, despicable, outcast, and ruthless monster. It's funny how they do that when in reality, humans are the ones who created the concept of good and evil. In a universal standpoint, there is no such thing as good and evil, even us, we are just a consequence of the unbreakable laws of the universe.

Now, you might think I am always alone, no one to talk to, no one to be with. And yeah, most of the time it's like that, but sometimes I walk amongst the humans to see what they're like. I wear clothes that cover my entire body so as to not touch something. I walk with them, but I keep my distance. I don't interact with them, I'm just like an observer, seeing what they do on a daily basis. In times like these I get to forget my role and just watch them.

I'm walking down on what humans call a park, a serene place in the midst of a bustling space. I was going to a field of flowers that someone forgot to take care of. Of course, as my duty, I was set on taking their last few days on this planet. My very existence causes natural aging but when something is closer to me, it will age faster that's why I'll be just walking through the field. But when I got there, I was shocked to see someone taking care of the flowers, watering them with a hose.

I took a step closer to see who it was. It was a woman, a young adult wearing clothes that covered her body and a big hat to shade herself from the sun. She was humming a tune while she did her work. I stood there, watching her. The flowers were almost dead yet she's still taking care of them. The woman noticed my presence and when she looked at me, I was awestruck of what presented before me.

She was beautiful, unlike anything I've seen. I have been in this world for millennia and nothing could compare to her beauty. Her eyes held a soft glow in them, her skin looked soft and delicate, her lips red and was presenting a soft smile. I have never seen this kind of beauty, no flower, no view, no princess, no queen that has ever lived could be as beautiful as her.

I felt something in me that I have never felt before, this feeling is anew. It feels weird yet exciting. It tingles me, wanting me to go closer to her, wanting me to touch her.

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