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The Heavenly Ruins
yinsukin:
Aruna
The demon's eyes traced over his body, looking for any tells of his true intentions, yet she found none. "Vision comes from light huh? Thats your answer? Let me tell you the story of the origin of humans. You see, humans consider themselves above other animals, but once upon a time they were no smarter than primapes. One day, the angel's came from the heavens and granted them the power of light. This power granted them fire, a simple technological boost that jumpstarted everything. Yes, just as the flame can augment life, so can it corrode other lives. In the end, through the flame the light consumed all, a gift wrapped in the bone marrow of corpses and colored with the blood of the fallen."
Aruna sighed. "I suppose I can't disagree. If love and hate are merely colored by other things, then light is the basis for black and white. Then.... what is the light of the light? What colors the darkness and light?"
The truth was, Aruna might have already known the answer. The demon had never once thought about her biological identity, or rather, never reconciled it with the rest of her. It was simply easier to put it aside and consider the social constructs that defined her. This grace, it whispered at her sometimes, fueling her rage towards the angels, even pushing her own frustration with others and herself.
YOLF:
Orcus
"What a curious story. And who gave angels their fire?" The immortal leaned down until his shadow covered Aruna in her entirety, and his sneer bore down on the demon like a knife caressing her face. "The light comes from behind your own eyes, and everyone's colors are different."
yinsukin:
Aruna
Aruna took a deep breath and said, "God."
The demon folded her arms over her exposed chest and sighed once again. It was as if this revelations itself was burdensome. "Supposedly the light is its own force, created by god and used by all who have access to its power. I suppose an argument could be made that we all see everything differently."
Another pause. "Then how is your world colored then? What are you exactly anyway? I do not think I have been exposed to your species before."
YOLF:
Orcus
In life, there were many things to beggar comprehension in the minds of those who had the capacity to ponder. But there were few so ancient and universal that in every century in every people had an inescapable pull, that provided a mystery so vast and complex that they could possess lives from beginning to end, swallowing countless spirits in devoted inquiry even when there was no answer in sight, and no clue that could be yielded came any close to making sense of what surrounded them.
God was one of these, but seeing Orcus now, it was as if it amounted to nothing more than a bad joke.
He distanced his face from Aruna, straightening himself, but his shoulders shivered as from the cold. They trembled softly, his cheeks becoming swollen with restraint, and then rattled in tune with his laughter. Gentle and pitying, the sound suddenly peaked like a tsunami spilled from the depths, and the Primal supported his roaring chest with a spread hand.
"What is a God?" He asked. The laughter ceased at once, and he twirled once, showing her his back. In an instant, there was only the onyx curtain of his cloak, but the next, great fans of blades and iron hooks opened before the demon. Bellicose wings riddled with gaps, like a warlike mockery of the limbs of angels and demons alike. "I am what I am, but I was made as something else. The prelude to light and darkness."
yinsukin:
Aruna
"What is a God?" The demon couldn't help but be stifled by the question. Who questions god? A god's very nature is incomprehensible. How could one ever hope to understand god. Even with centuries, many consider such a thing an impossible task. It was only natural that Aruna did not answer the question.
Aruna took a step back upon seeing the wings. She stood between Orcus and the statue, staring at the wings. To think there was such a thing, a prelude to light and darkness. In theory it made sense. Who could say that light and darkness was the beginning? Perhaps there was something before that.
"Exactly how old are you?" she asked, placing a finger on her lower lip.
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