At God's Ends

Everyone has some versions of "the beginning of time" but I can tell you they're all wrong. Trust me, I was there. Before my father made man, he created us.

We were once powerful and strong. We threaded the folds of reality, bred balance, and nurtured chaos into the world. We were his most beloved children until he started to fear us.

As paranoia crept into his deceased mind he pushed us further away from his heart; eventually, hatred sprouted and he exploded. In his fear-stricken outrage, he forced us apart, stripped away any memory we had of our lineage, and trapped us in his newly molded prison.

Unfortunately, my hell had just begun.

Destiny has always been on our side; unfortunately, happiness was never so gracious. We are fated to be together again. Even after he caged and abandoned us, we still found our way back to each other.

For years I made excuses, trying to hold out hope that maybe one of these times he'll show mercy, just once, but each time he resets the clock and erasing any inch of progress we make, my heart broke. I've lost every form of love and respect I had for him. This time will be different, this time I will finish my duty.