Children of the Sun
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- Partes 9
Ashes.
They fall over Amareith like snow on the dawn of a new morning. Light as feather, filled with dreams of the beloved. A world of Angels in a heavenly sky - paramount of endless guffaws, where suffering is no more. Where all children are once again reunited at the breast of their mothers.
Yet like all dreams, they dissipate under the wake of a new Sun. Gone within an instant, before you have a chance to cherish them.. Is this how a God punishes their wicked children? Those that embark the Earth and rob her of her sweet glory? If so, then may I repent with tears so heavy, even the demons shake and tremble at the weight of its current.
I ask forgiveness for the ignorant and sight for the blind. If we had known what we know now, my precious Lord, Amarites would have never stepped foot in the sacred land Tarmith, and waged war against the Others. We have failed you Savior; taken your gift of life for not and welcomed the woes of darkness. How do we make amends for tainting the faith? Shall we all parish and take our sins to the Land of the Damned to be condemned by Zerolith? Let him skin us under a thousand lifetimes?
Whatever your will may be, I know what the Demon Knight is coming for. They are coming for thy daughter, Yoseline and they will take her to the edge of the darkness. Unveiled will be the sins of a millenia, the sins that drove us into the night and exiled us from day. Shall they take my only living seed, then my soul will concede to damnation. I know she will go with them and she will congregate with a lost kind. I know my daughter Heavenly Savior, I know the power that beholds her.
She will atone for us all. Yoseline will make amends for what we have done to the Children of the Sun.
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