In the beginning there were 700. They roamed the world taking what they will, killing ferociously. Mercy beckoned at every persons lips before being slaughtered. The last cry you hear before the sickening snap was that of your own demons.
They brought out the worst in people, taking their free will and minds and mending them like clay. Everyone hoped for death as it was their last hope but nothing stays down forever.
They broke the chains between heaven and Earth, crushed it as if it was nothing but a mere bug on the ground.
They ruled EVERYTHING.
Mothers swiped at their bellies ripping apart their own skin to make sure these monsters never took away their blood. Their kin.
Fore if they did darkness would fall crawling the surface of the Earth till not single shimmer of light remained. For the next generations were disgraced, human life as so many came to accept would be brought down like whips on their backs while the monsters cackled at their bruised body.
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There was one place though,
that the monsters could not go,
A land of mystical beings in which faltered the beasts,
They roamed the east,
For that was their kingdom
Their light,
Where they danced happily in delight,
And this place held the name of Calypso
YOU ARE READING
They hide within us
FantasyThere was one place though, That the beasts could not go, A place in which faltered the beasts, Where they roamed the East, For that was their kingdom Their light, Where they danced happily in delight, And this place held the name of Calypso
