Love before Sacrifice

Love before Sacrifice (oneshot)

In a distant world, a future formulated with fuelling seas upon pools of flame. A piece of life tossed out by that of which we all considered to be our friend, our ally, not our worst enemy or fearsome dream that bleeds into our once pleasant ways of dreaming. Yet, born from that of flames of despair and endless hardship and struggle, was the smallest spark of light, from which ambition, hope and despair emerged, along with.... Hope.

However, little did those who survived this ferocious nightmare come to realise and know, was that this one spark of the many would soon overtake and betray that of which had threatened our ways of living and interrupted our natural flow globally..

And that a terrible price would have to be paid in exchange for the desirable world our kind once thrived in, adapting to the natural order. A price that, undoubtedly, rewrote history... with sparks of crimson, vibrant amber and pale yellow as the source.

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"Huff, Huff..."

"At last.... We have the upper hand..."

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Very few faintly dim shards of frigid sunlight pierced through the barrier that was thick swirls of smog, puffed away into the atmosphere. It seemed as though their only purpose of their existence in the moment was to relieve and eradicate the production of the nitrogen oxide-produced pollutants that came into contact with the humidity of the air being created, before it could be transformed into a much more deadly entity.

The unpleasantness scent of of toxic chemicals and molten debris slowly overtook nearly the entirety of the atmosphere, more likely than not they were rendering the candles of life belonging to their subjects non-existent. The longer it remained free, the more the severity levels of danger regarding the lives of the general public would increase and taint the atmosphere with an even more unhealthy dose of lingering panic, depression and hopelessness.

Bright and furiously curious pools of flame consisting of an amber hue licked at the edges of what once were mighty metal skyscrapers that towered over their inhabitants, transforming them from a glorious artistic work to almost completely unrecognisable in stature. Just one glance at the apocalyptic state of what was once believed to be a blossoming kingdom of tide, and you would be left with nothing but an image so cruel, that it would drill into and restrain your mind by the indestructible chains of horror. The strength of said image was at such an immense level, it could quite possibly imprison their victims within an entire lifetime of absolute hell, from which, despite your greatest attempts, you could never escape.

The sounds of various types of metals grinding against each other slowly tore at the hearing of the ruined city's current occupants' hearing, as if it possessed an invisible butcher knife, almost completely slicing at their hearing. Shards of glass, varied in size and shape, littered the floor like confetti at a birthday party, only much deadlier and appearing ready to burst and evaporate into nothing - with just the slightest touch. It wasn't the prettiest nor most pleasant of sights to encounter in one's lifetime, nor was it the worst of them either.

A navy black to deep indigo gradient would have been the perfect backdrop for a gorgeous fully circular moon, had it not been for intensity of the dangers that lurked down below.

In the midst of the clouds of suffocating fog, a dirty yet unmistakable and easily identifiable shade of silver that took the shape of a teenaged hedgehog pierced the swirls of soot that kept his identity concealed. Opening a clear pathway for his being to be visible with no difficulties, the boy lowered his head, barely catching his breath. Bruises composed of eggplant consumed the entirety of his facial features and the majority of his body, just barely concealing the deep, thin line cuts he had received earlier on into the chain of events that had led to this point.
His amber orbs, so filled with the burning intensity to rewrite the fate of the world he was forced to adapt to, shifted from their place staring at the floor to his accomplice in such a feat; his sister figure and only true friend. A lavendery lilac feline female, who too felt her desires course through her veins.