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branchandroot
Ideas have knocked themselves into my head. I like them, very much. They should come more often.
· Grimm is a world born from a little girl’s wish to be with her friend, the Devil, forever. He gave her a blank canvas and called it the World (for since when does the Devil ever love anything, much less a tiny scrap of a human with imagination thick enough to cover hell with frozen ice cream, not just ice) and encouraged her to start drawing. When she was finished, the Devil smiled and promptly made her forget that she did in fact draw the plans of the entire world into being and gave her plans to God.
“I want to see you.”
“I miss you.”
These are the words I find in the drafts folder of my cellphone, but the sentences aren’t even mine. The feelings are still there, though. No one ever said that playing host to a pair of lovers was going to be easy, but I never thought that it would amount to this.
One night she managed to send that message, while he was beside us. He looked at her and said “Really, now? You could have said something.”
“You don’t understand,” Vanessa murmured softly. When Beelzebub did take over, he walked her to the bus stop and she said, “Your host doesn’t understand what I meant when I said I missed you, darling.”
The smile he gave was a little wistful, though mostly amused. “I did, though.”
“Of course you did,” Vanessa said as she climbed onto the bus, using my body—although I’m very sure that it was her body he saw, and not mine. Just as when she looks at him, she sees the demon king she’s loved and married. “you always do.”
"The Ancient Children vol.1"
There was an Isolated God that introduced himself as the ‘true Creator’ to mortals in Urisar and promised them riches and salvation for only one, tiny little favor: that they abandon their beliefs in false gods and worship only him—the Overlord, the Creator of All. At first, the other gods in the Divine Realms weren’t worried. This had been attempted many times before, and it nearly always failed. But then again, none of those gods were like Abbaddon the Swallower. When the other gods weren’t looking, Abbaddon simply opened his mouth and swallowed them whole and absorbed their powers. It didn’t take too long for him to completely absorb and digest the god of Invulnerability—in fact, that was the second god he went after. Thus the people of Urisar were blessed by Abbaddon’s presence and it was he who taught them the secrets of weaving magic and metal to achieve complex machinery.
“On the Course of Remembrance”
Memory’s like a one-trick pony: you either remember it, or you don’t. Of course, once magic comes into play, there’s always a small part of me that questions if this is truly my memory, or just a memory that I acquired from all my years of living…and I’ve been alive a long time, although not in the same body. Bodies are limiting things; I prefer to be everywhere just by thinking about it—but wishful thinking, that. I’m sure there was a time when magic was rampant in the world and it stopped when a group of foolish humans decided to kill the mortal God’s son. I wasn’t part of the festivities, but I was allowed to watch. And I did watch, watch as the son’s spirit stood beside me on Mount Golgotha and watched as they tortured his mortal body. “It’s like they want to see how much blood I have.”
