Trapped in Imagination

The Tale of a Deity

Long ago, the sky was engulfed in total nothingness. It was empty, and dull like a pitch-black hole with nothing to see. There was only the wind that bypassed in the darkness, making the surroundings frigid in the deafening silence. Until a loud thud that falls onto the ground, making the whole place covered with a blinding light—gradually transforming it into an enchanted paradise. Vibrant colors enveloped the globe with a spark of nature that grew onto the ground, turning it into a lively, and delightful place where creatures could live.

When the light began to disappear, a figure was seen slowly falling down the empyrean curve of the blue skies. Its arms were spread, and a glist of lightning bolt was formed on her hands—that dissipated when her feet stepped onto the ground. With a mixture of gold and white linen that draped elegantly at her body, showing her curves as she stood gracefully. Her mere presence can tell that she is no ordinary. For she is the creator of the world, Dærixcos. The land of the magical beings of Raeix.

However, the once liveliness of the surroundings turned into chaos and disaster when Sierns, the sinners, conquered the world. The lifeless body of creatures were laying down onto the dirt with a despicable smell of blood flowing around the place. Even the majestic Deity kneeled down before the Queeire Sier, which the latter formed a malicious smirk and a hint of joy while looking down to the one who destroyed him.

“Feel the woe that my sword brings, cry until your heart beats cease!”

He raised his arm up the dark superiorly thick smoky clouds rolled in boulders with the sound of the roaring thunder enveloped the whole place.

“This is my revenge for your advantage in incumbency. For being close-minded to our pleas and explanations!”

With another sound of thunder, water gushed down like waterfalls. The empty hand of the Queeire Siern was placed by a blazing sword that was twice as hot as the fire, which pierced the Deity’s neck which droplest of red liquid were now flowing down at her neck. Followed by the electric shock that comes from sword, the Deity shrieked in pain as tears fall from her eyes.

Reminiscing about the beginning of her creation, she couldn’t help but swallow down the bitter pain of guilt of what she did. Is what the Queeire Siern statement was true? Was she being harsh enough to everyone? All she wanted was to have a better place for Dærixcos to live in—with the good resources and Deity they had. But probably as time goes by, the creator herself felt greediness thus took advantage of the power she beholden. That as a result, she punished them, thinking that they disobeyed her without even investigating the whole story—on why they are at the entrance of the abyss, the forbidden place for dangerous beasts.

“Deity Fearret! We didn’t do anything wrong! Please, listen to us!

“We didn’t even know what happened and why we were here! We promised you; we are telling the truth!”

As sweats dripped down her forehead, her breathings became unstable as she stumbled down to the cold, muddy ground. Suddenly, she remembered what the fellow sinners told her the day of the incident. On how she ignored them, thinking that those are excuses for not being punished. She closed her eyes and a scream escaped from between her lips when the Queeire Siern tightly hold her long, wavy hair—moving it backwards until her head faced towards the King Sinner, meeting his black intense orbs that shot lasers through her pupils.

“I wanted to be the one who’ll cease your life, but I think our true Deity should be the one to do that on the sinners’ behalf.”

Then, they heard heavy footsteps of stilettos. The aura was intimidating that her body shake in fear and goosebumps. Her gaze went up to the sharp silver eyes that is the same as hers—and her eyes grew wider by the view of her sister’s face.

Seeing Deity Fearret’s reaction, the newcomer formed into a smirk and a sinister laugh echoed around the place. As her head went down, she greeted her sister with a glist of mockery and enjoyment. “Suprise, sister!”

The Queeire Siern bow down to his true Deity, then he took a step aside as he vanishes his sword. On the other hand, the other Deity formed a sword with sharp edges that’s filled with darkness. It was thrice the sharper, and it can kill with one hit.

The other Deity’s smirk disappeared, showing now her fierce and intimating expression, as she took a step towards her enemy. She lifted her dark, glowing sword up the sky, but when she was about to peirce it in her heart, she halted when Deity Fearret shouted.

“STOP! Before you kill me, let me have something to say! Let me speak!”

With intense stare, she put down her sword and stop upon hearing her sister last request. “Go on.”

“I have no excuses for being greedy, and selfish. With that, I apologize for my actions and behavior. I apologize for not being considerate enough as a leader, creator, and Deity… and as my life comes to cease, my powers shall fall upon to the deserving next Goddess of Dærixcos. She will continue my legacy, and will not fall into evilness.”

Upon hearing the Deity he once had, Queeire Siern heart soften. Although what they had through was difficult, but the simple and sincere apology are enough to forgive. But… was it really enough? To all the pain they suffered from being punished and cursed, knowing they are innocent?

He don’t know what to do. His perceptions were now dividend. The whisper of thoughts in his mind told him to forgive, and start a new life, making the mistake as a lesson for them. However, the rage he felt says it wasn’t enough, and must go to the pits of hell as what they went through.

However, a glowing ligh blinded the whole world that followed by the scream of pain. Thus, no glist of pain nor guilt were ache in his heart—for seeing the former Deity Fearret lifeless body onto the ground, or for not stopping his Deity from ending a life. This is evident that he chooses his heart over his mind.

“She deserves it.”