iusedttotouchgrass

Gods have descended, and they are worshipped at the cost of blood and bone. To sacrifice the innocent is to purify the tainted earth, to offer an end to welcome the beginning of a new era, yet who's to say the heart is yet uncorrupted in a world that was abandoned, sought once more only to be destroyed?

The cult that runs the upper world and the underground group that thrives on constant trial and error in a laboratory have been at each other's throats as far back as En could remember. He has never known the air of the land above them, nor had he ever tasted fruit that grew on a field, but he didn't really care for anything much besides his late brother's final project he decided to take upon himself; the creation of a false human in an environment that isn't fit for one.

*this is a BL novel that revolves around war, a bit of the supernatural, sci-fi, and is set in a post-apocalyptic setting. r18 tag for potential provocative scenes i may or may not add in the future. SHORT CHAPTERS.

To You, Whose World Is Dark (BL)

It was the same spot he'd always ended up in every single time, the whistling of the wind stronger than the pulse of life.


There was nothing but wreckage and abandoned humanity, the tongues of whoever had remained, marred, and their throats seared beyond inability to make a sound. 


The fire extended its long tongue to lick their brains, melting what was left of their will to live.


Among the debris were the harrowing traces of war, dotted by the crimson reminder of what it had taken, from somewhere that bred the beginning of conflict that stemmed from the seed of desire for peace.


Perhaps this was the very reason why they had been forgotten, but whose idea was it to create humans so vulnerable then blame them for their ineptitude? They were powerless in the face of everything that was thrown at them, and yet they were shunned for playing god when they tried to compensate.


Wasn't it more merciful to let them go than to annihilate them?


These superior beings hid from the inevitable behind expert techniques of manipulation and abuse of the power they held, instilling fear into those that are supposed to be lower than them so they do not have to fear for themselves and their fragile immortality.


Perhaps the reason why they never learned and that they never grew was precisely due to the fact that they did not die, and they sat on their thrones being worshipped by brittle minds that crumbled under pressure that these beings have subjected them to.


Perhaps the reason why war existed was to have humans whittle their numbers down and balance everything out. They were made to kill each other instead of being allowed to cooperate, for the awareness they will be able to build a tower that reaches the heavens were they to work together claws on the immaturity of those who have reveled for too long under the banner of invincibility.


In some cases, though, someone merciless enough would climb the mountain of corpses to get what he wants.


Perhaps he should be thankful he didn't have a real heart all over again, for the 677th time.


Prologue