A spiralled alter sits in a quiet space.
The behemoth is obsidian, the top barely visible to the eye. It shines an unworldly green and blue hue like soapy water under sunlight, except there is no sunlight, only dim reflections from far above.
The space conveys the mood of a forgotten tomb, untouched and eerie.
On top lies a plateau, there rest a pool. A blue ember flickers, it levitates, contrasting the red content in the pool.
On the edge of this pool, a silent and still man lies face down. His arm hangs, dipped in the red wax like liquid, engulfing his wrist like it is swallowing it. His clothes tries to hide his battered body, but the wounds on him paints a text less story.
After a gentle ripple, the wax slowly goos under the flame, as if this man's presents summoned something. First it was the shape of nothing recognisable, then it refines its surface. Just like a sculpture, assembling an outline of a woman.
A red woman submerged to her chest.
Her silky fine hair waves like it is suspended in water, giving her an unnatural aura. The sinister red colour of her hair will make anyone anxious, as if the colour is a real and physical danger itself.
She floats like a perfect magnet, gliding towards the man. Her hands holds his face, she peers deeply into the man's eyes with her smooth sculptured ones, lifeless like a sculpture does. She kissed his lips like she have done this a million times, slow and graceful.
"I couldn't kill them all in time again......" He scoffs.
The scoff turns into a short fit of coughs, his lips stains red; the red is not from the pool.
He clench his fist, trying with all his strength to hold himself together.
The red woman, still holding his face, shifts her arms around his head and holds it like it is the most precious thing in the world. Silent but devoid of emotions.
The man bites down his jaws.
"I promise I will kill them all next time."
The man face down as if he had failed this woman, he tense every inch of his body as if a great pain has taken over him, he did not cry out, tho he wished he had.
"EVERY LAST ONE OF THEM!" He growls with a hatred that shakes him.
If this hatred is material, it will burn this silent space like the wrath of a thousand stars.
"Wait for me."
The man took one look at the woman and slide his palm on the side of her cheek. He sighs and pushes himself up, disregarding the heart warming embrace of this ice cold red woman.
The woman leaves her arms extended as if she is ready to embrace him again. She tilts her head, she does not understand why the man is leaving.
The man stands, he takes one final look and turns. His arms holds his body, he drags his leg, slowly limping into the dark space around.
"Fuck them....."
His voice disappears along with his outline.
Into the vastness of space.
YOU ARE READING
Dimensional Mountain
Science FictionA man's quest to save his lover ultimately served as his eternal downfall. You are your source of despair. There is no justice in this world, the mountain will crush you.
