Prompt #3.
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"The thing about it is/ The thing about being."
((Based around a Female ||Godly|| reader.))
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It was always going to be hard. She knew that from the very start, and once she first opened her eyes, and to the day she was locked in the desolate expanse of The Empty and it's lonely company.
It never made it better for her.
The thing about being immortal is that you watch as everyone under you collapses. The social constructs that most of society fought so hard to keep would crumble, and everyone would begin to die.
Yet she hardly aged, not a single wrinkle graced her forehead for those millennia in the succumbing dark. Even when she was released from its clutches, she never grew the tough calluses on her bands like the mortals would.
She worked twice as hard as they had, if not more. All of that was futile and worth not much in the scheme of it all. They would fall apart, and she would be the sole few to remain.
When the world would catch fire and freeze over, or when the 7 Dark Princes of Hell finally took over the expanse of this green world, she would still be here.
She cared so much for this world that didn't even know her name. Those who did, took her for granted, and abused her love for the Earth. Even if it wasn't the only earth, or the only version.
Sure there were many other Gods and Goddesses, other half celestials and immortal beings, but there were far and few. Too few.
Many of which were rough around the edges and cruel savages at heart, looking to enslave the ground dwelling people. Or even require sacrifices from them in their name.
But she wasn't, she wouldn't ever ask for that.
She loved them unlike the rest, and would nurture all as a forever maternal figure, even if they never saw her acts of righteousness up close. She made a dwindling difference, all for them.
It didn't ever matter, and all that heartbreak would crush her all over again, in a vicious cycle.
The ones who she grew to protect, care for, and guide were just as human as the rest, despite being the favorite chew toys of the Angels. And always coming back to wreak chaos among the deadly foe.
But they wouldn't one day, and she would just be alone again as the day she was created.
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