The archive of the forgotten

Too pure

The white face of the god looked unhealthy as he struggled to breathe. Barely holding onto his own humanity, or at least the little part he still had left. The power this person exhudes was incredible, even when on the brink of dying. The blue tears in his black eyes despondently stared at the ceiling as he tried to hold onto this plain of the universe, this beloved flesh he had worn out, he had destroyed, in the name of progress. And progress it was, the ewhole world ,except for him, was perfect. Chaos is order, war was peace and hunger was satiation. The utopia without the need for extremes, his body was worn out by the sins of humans, much like himself. And so he sat on his golden throne, his black rotting flesh slowly merging with his throne like roots from a tree, binding him to his own fate. The fate he had made. He drops his exhausted head, letting the dark locks fall in front of his face as he looked at the weathered hands that have built a nation, a world and a perfect one at that. 

"Lord, there is someone for you."
He looked up and could not stop himself from chuckling while his heart curled itself into a smile. He had come....
"What has brought you here, my faithful traitor?" The god asked as he stared at the red haired young man, standing there, bewildered, broad-shouldered as he remembered. But his face had changed, there was terror in those eyes. What terror existed in this world?

10 years ago

It was a beautiful day the sun was shining and the birds were flying high in the air. The academy was bustling with happily chattering students and benefactors. The whole garden of the academy was covered with golden flags and through the green shrubberies were little golden inventions skittering through the world for the first time. The new year was upon the academy and the summer sun was still doing its duty. Making the basking eden that was the academy even more iddylic. A safe haven as its founder, Silvius, had called it. And today on the beggining of the academic year. You could say no less. The poverty that was slipping through the cracks of the rest of the world could not touch this oddity of science and magic.

There are people dancing in the great hall.
"What fortunate people these are." the woman starts saying before the student interrupts her.
"Yes, I have heard that before blah blah blah." The bleak, blonde haired boy says while looking at the dancing people with a fair amount of disinterest and feasting from the canapés and hors d'oeuvres.
"You must be a student." She says with a smile.
"Not really." The boy interrupts
"Where is that accent from?" she asks, persitent to get the guy to talk, who wouldn't want to talk to someone that looks like they haven't eaten in months, (physically and the way he is eating.)
"Nowhere, anymore..." he answers curtly, trying to communicate he isn't here to communicate.
"Well, nice meeting you my name is...."
 "Don't bother." He says while walking away, his gaze down and avoiding as much eyes on him as possible.

"Claudia! You came finally." A man exclaims as he approaches her. His red hair is the only thing that isn't white, blue or gold about him. He kisses her cheek and smiles.
"Now that I am more involved with the founder I could hardly ignore it could I?" She says with a smile.
"And what do you think?" He says while he looks around clearly proud of what he has made.
"Silvius, you astonish me. Only three years standing, and the most prestigious academy in the whole world. I don't think it would be possible for me to say anything wrong about it." She says, brushing the gold powder of decadence that is whirling through the air from her dark green dress that has a beautiful mesh cutout at the back.
He smiles and chuckles "I would not know."

A young student is running through the crowds, he narrowly misses a sommelier, which drops his bottle of wine on the floor.
"I'm sorry!"
"YOU VANDAL!!! I WILL GET YOU AND DESTROY YOU!"
"I hope not." The boy whispers while he doesn't stop running, his uniform messy, and his hair even messier when he finally barges into the great hall.
"Professor Gold!" He says as he runs towards the founder.
"Do I know you?" He asks the young boy.
"Astronomy class third quarter last year?" the founder looks dumbfounded. "Well my point is your alarm of the gem study just went off."
"Why didn't you lead with that?" he says while storming off
"A simple thank you would have sufficed." the boy whispers as he rolls his eyes. "Thankless job, being a student...."