DSMP Oneshots

Lights From the Heavens

War.

It's quite the small word, for such a heavy and dark meaning.

It was heavy like the boxes they used to carry around, going from place to place fixing what was broke, saving what was lost.

It was dark like the smoke that now smeared the sky, and the obsidian grid that had appeared in the dullest hours of the night.

The people stood taking it all in, flying beasts of charcoal and bone terrorized the living, while fire voraciously tore at what couldn't defend itself.

It was Hell.

It was their darkest hour.

Call it whatever you want, but it seemed like nothing could, or maybe it was nothing would, save them.

Everyone prayed that day. Whether it was to a green god, the protector of men, or just their father and mothers. They pleaded with their hearts for something to save them. For someone to change their fate.

But no one would come.

No god thought of the city of sin worth much, no heavenly being saw the doomed universe and thought of it as a thing of glory. It was pitiful, really, seeing the universe fall and even the creatures that created them didn't want to see them survive. A beautifully cruel thing, to go down in history as a failure, a tragedy.

So the humans suffered, the thick stench of sulfur hung in the air, making their tongue's heavy and heads ache. They had tried their best to defend themself, scrounging together armor, forging weapons, and summoning protective magic. They knew it wasn't enough, their enemies had warned them, but they marched anyway. They prayed as they marched, blue, white and red flying, the rising flames catching the gold accents and their X's shining bright.

War was as fierce as the city of sin. They had fought to stay a float, then they had fought to save their kind, now they were fighting to keep their existence.

Existance.

It has a ring to it, like one could strike a bell and everyone would take a deep breath and know the meaning of the work. Existence.

That didn't last long. The carnage was more prevalent than its counter part afterward.

All that was left were three immortals, and three children.

A girl with space buns and bright hair that smelled like ash and sugar. A blonde haired, blue eyed boy who had seen too much, but knew to little. And a horned boy who was covered in far to many scars but had bright flowers in his hair that held the faint smell of fresh honey.

They were huddled together, hiding now that nothing else was left for them. And that's when they saw it.

Gods in the sky.

and a blinding bright light that seemed to have the ashen sky singing.

They're here, they were being saved. The gods heard their prayers and were coming to relive them of the pain and torture. The sky cracked with noise, and the ground rumbled in glory.

And then they saw a flash of red, and the gods disappeared among the grid, and it was all over.

The world ended in light. Is ended in blazing fire and flashing bombs, in fractured sunlight trying to warm the violence ravaged earth.

It ended in children huddled behind a rock, trying to save themself from the shaking of the bombs and the hurt of the fire.

But no matter how it was wrote. The world ended in hope and light, and warmth. Who knew those could cause so much destruction.

Hi! Real chapter? From me? Never. Anyways here's the ending drawn because I was inspired:

I spent an hour on this, I am very proud! :D

Anyways, have a wonderful day/night and know you are loved <3