Undertale Love Stories

Dreammare| Yes, My God

Nightmare was a young boy when the temple took him in, more likely out of pity than true kindness. His home was destroyed by that Temple's kingdom for the sake of their God. He knew he should hate them, but he didn't. Well, he didn't hate their God. His people had taught him that a God's words could be easily changed by those in power, by those jealous and greedy.

Instead, the once young boy looked and listened to all of the stories. He observed how the people worshiped the God and how the stories worshiped the God. He found himself falling for the God, worshipping the God in his own ways, the ways the stories said to.

The other Priests and Priestess glowered at him and his ways, finding them to be sinful. Yet, since the war on the Night, they heard nothing from their Great Lord. Many of the younger generations were beginning to believe that the God did not exist! The horror that befell the elders to hear such words!

"He does exist! He lives high in the sky, being the bright light that gives us our day! How dare you say he does not exist!" One of the elder women shouted at the new children, baring her teeth in rage.

The children flinched away, fear beginning to crawl down their spines. Nightmare had seen this and frowned, quickly walking over in his covering robes.

"Jeri," his voice was cool and sweet despite his monstrous appearance, "they are children. Let them wonder, our God is more than just the Sun. He is Light, Hope, and Wonder. Children should be allowed such things, staying stagnate is a way for a God to die." He hummed, soon turning to the children with a sweet smile, ignoring the outraged look on the other's face. "Our God is good and wonderful. He has yet to speak since the fall of the Night, but this silence is most likely his sorrow."

"Sorrow?" One child asked, the oldest it seemed. "Why sorrow?"

Jeri quickly intervened.

"Because we had nearly abandoned him in the war. We had almost given up hope for his light!"

Nightmare shook his head, a disappointed look on his face.

"The stories, Jeri," he lightly chided, "have you not remembered them?" The elder flushed, scowling as the tar covered monster turned to the little ones. "In the story explaining how our Great Sun became our Light and Hope, it also explained the great care and love he held for his opposite. The Wonderous Moon." The children pushed toward the sweet talking Priest.

"The moon? The pale Star you mean?" The children whispered hurriedly.

 Nightmare softly laughed, smiling to them. He gave them a nod, seeing the bright faces of the intelligent children. He then wordlessly began to move off to the side of the temple, the little ones following him like ducklings. Begrudgingly, Jeri had also followed the other.

It wasn't long before they stopped in front of a beautiful painting of a winged skeleton dancing with cloaked mystery person. The Sun and Moon at their heads with the land and see at their swaying feet. It was simple and yet was done such care and wonder in shades of the night.

"This is known as the Dance of the Eclipse, the only time that our Great Sun and the Wonderous Moon are allowed to show themselves to each other. When our Great Sun first shown his light, a shadow came from it, a shadow that had made my once home the Kingdom of the Night."

The children softly gasped, looking to the other as if he was their God. He could be touched, he could be explained, their God not so much. Still Nightmare continued before the Elder found it fit to interrupt him. Found it fit to ruin his words with lies and bigotry.

"Their first meeting was that of violence and war, that first meeting had gifted our God with his bow and spear, and my Queen with her curved sword. As they had fought, many of our God's arrows fell to the Earth, giving us many disasters. And as they continued more, the sparks of their blades made the stars in the dark sky." The children leaned closer, their eyes widening with a new look of honor.