The Power of Time

Past Demons

"They say 'Time heals all wounds,' but as the holder of time, I must advocate to the fact that they're wrong."
Year 2032

Another day, came and went. It seems they just bleed into each other without purpose; just a blur of time since she passed. Another day, Another day, Amser finds himself questioning the significance of life, and the consequences of mortality.

"What's the purpose of getting out of bed, if I'm going to find myself back in it?" Amser thought out loud.

"Last night was amazing. You wanna go at it again?" A body shuffling towards him stated.

It was like the cycle he created before he met her. Before, he was just trying to pass the time; now it's as if, he's trying to loose himself, and search for her in other people. It's been years since she died, but that doesn't soothe the burning ache in his chest.

"You got what you came for already, so I think its time for you to head on out."

"Bu-" the body began to speak.

"Oh and delete my contact; I don't want to see your face again."

He turns away from her casually, while lighting a cigarette, and watching the burning ash litter the shag carpet.

"You're such a jerk! Is this how you treat a lady?" A petite young woman with black hair that was clearly dyed, a nose piercing, heart-shaped face, various tattoos that clashed against her pale skin, and flaming almond eyes; brimming with anger, inquired savagely.

"No this is how I treat a person who is so desperate for attention that she had to fling herself at a complete stranger on the street. How shallow can you be to lust after a person you don't know but only look to relieve yourself in their appearance." Amser said condescendingly.

"What a hypocrite! Didn't you do the same exact thing when you picked me up. I heard you last night saying the name 'Fayre' over and over again; and last time I checked my name is Samantha. Where I was flirting with you to relieve myself as you stated, you flirted back because you were trying to get over an ex. So whether you're trying to kid yourself with that 'oh holier-than thou' crap, you can't deny the fact we are the same. Wow, all you men are the same; judging women for the same actions you, yourselves perform."
Amser didn't want to admit to himself that this black haired- petite girl behind him was right. The thing that drew him to pick her last night, was the fact; he looked a little like Fayre; but not as beautiful, no one could ever be as beautiful. Every night he would hook up with girls that resembled her in some way. Whether it was her raven black hair, figure, or her silver eyes. At a quick glance, Amser thought it was her, he thought he finally found her after all this time. But it wasn't her, it was Samantha.

"Are you done with your tantrum? It's time for you to go and please close the door behind you."
With a loud sigh, the girl turns away, stomping towards the door, slamming it behind her.

Still taking long drags of his mostly done cigarette, Amser began to reflect. When she first died, he tried committing suicide numerous times, but to no avail due to his power. He eventually turned his back on humanity and gods alike; as they did him. Without no one there to collect souls at the correct time, overdue souls are becoming wicks. Evil humans with a rotten soul, purging themselves on numerous of sins. Amser saw what was occurring, but did nothing to aid; since no one did anything to aid Fayre.

The nightmares that roamed the outside world could not compare to the nightmares he experienced. The fleeting visions of Fayre and her disappearance replaying in his mind. Every time he was forced to remember, a thread on his heart snapped; bringing this god closer to insanity.

Staring at the cracks in the ceiling, taking another drag, ceiling, drag, ceiling, drag, Fayre, ceiling, drag, ceiling, Fayre. With a frustrated huff, he quickly powered up the television. The current broadcast turned loud; depicting a disheveled, frightened woman.

"Many people are seen fleeing the burning mosque. So far it has been reported that 10 people have been killed. The suspect seems to be a Caucasian male, 5'9, late 30s, brown hair, and blue-green eyes. If you witness a man with a similar stature as the man in the sketch please call local authorities and do not engage." The reporter drones on.
Tragedies like this has been occurring for a long time but has continued to escalate with the enormous amount of wicks on the street; it seems living souls has been feeding on the darkness from the wicked ones. From hate crimes, wars, racial tension, greed, illnesses, homelessness, global warming, misogyny and etc. It all have been escalating to the point of no return. People have begun to loose hope in everything, even in their gods. You have more crime then the actual crime fighters. Even among the first responders, you see they abuse their power to meet their own twisted ends.
"It seems every time I turn on the television, they are more bad news then good. Humans are such a waste of space; absolutely pathetic, so consumed and blinded by their hate; they can't see all the love that occupies the Earth. If it was not for the sacrifices that was made; it would be guaranteed that they all would perish. How can you help people, when they can't even help themselves." Amser stated absentmindedly.

It hasn't been revealed to Amser, the irony in his words. He believes there's more love in the world than hate; yet, it can't discover the love within himself. Instead of saving the wonders he speak of, he would rather see the Earth go up in flames. So who would save this unsalvageable Earth now?