Moth Naps

🩸Hells

The night sky's cold wind was harsh, the silence of the normally bustling town cashing my ears to ring. My cape flowed in the wind, my hair waving in my face. The war had ended...

"Finally..." A shiver of pain ran down my spine. I clenched my jaw as I tried my hardest to hold back the tidal wave of tears that blurriest my vision. "It's finally over... it's finally all over..."

Lucifer's evil laugh rumbled from the sky, sending another shiver down my body. I closed my eyes, my face scrunched up in pain. Using my bloodied, tired hands, I swung my skythe behind me, and clasped it onto my back, before numbly dropping to my knees.

My glossy red eyes looked into the river filled with irony, velvet blood. I couldn't even see what would've been my pathetic reflection. The water was too dense with blood. I could imagine what a mess I am right now. It must sure be entertaining for Lucifer. My tattered veil, and my injured legs.

The smell of the river was too strong. It clogged my nose and throat, making me feel sick to my stomach. The look of the blood rushing down the clashing river, the disimbodied heads and body parts rushing down the iron stream... it made me despise my body's every bone and cell to the core, it made me want to end it all and fucking kill myself. Right here, so I didn't have to face the aftermath of everything I'd just done.

Because, let's be honest, I deserved to burn in hell for enternities on end, I deserved to be more alone then now, chained up so tight I can't breathe. But... I can't bring myself to do it. I'm so fucking selfish that I can't even end my own life, even when I deserve it so much, even after I'd just killed millions of innocent people.

Silent tears ran down my face.

I'm too scared to go back to hell.

After knowing what the afterlife brings, death doesn't seem like a sweet release as it once used to. It seems like all the pain I'd ever experienced, times infinity: chipping into my sanity, tearing apart my body and beating me up, just to heal me, just to do it again.

I can't go back down there, ever again I don't want to see lucifer's face... Ever again. So I have to continue to reap the dead bodies and cause chaos amongst the innocent humans. I have to continue killing them all for Lucifer's amusement; just so that I have a tiny chance of surviving longer.

I'm a fucking coward.

The sound of sirens flooded my ears, burning them. "I have... to go..." I whispered to myself, wiling my tears just to further smother my face in blood. I wrapped my bodie in the long, warm cape, and flipped the hood over the veil.

That's right, I'll have to kill more people just like this tomorrow.

It's almost a living hell, except I'm doing it to myself. At least... I get to stay on earth. At least I get to watch my family, watch them live, and die, and then their children live... then die.

At least I get to watch.

Painfully... watch.