blooming elegance

[zakuro.]

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[zakuro.]

Deep in the forest, past the village and through the haunting mist, lies a bog where nature has an iron grip. mysterious and deadly creatures roam the environment and vines snake across the ground, blocking the path and warding off unwanted visitors.

However, a particularly mysterious and dangerous soul lies within the swamp. created and nourished by a vengeful and ruthless warlock whose only goal was to wreak havoc, is a large bulbous cocoon tucked in a burrow underneath the damp mud. A powerful being is nestled here-- waiting to sprout from the earth and hatch in a blinding flourish.

Alas, her purpose was one of ill-will. she was fathomed into existence with malicious intentions, and in the name of hate and destruction. the warlock's creation was supposed to overgrow the swamp, and infect the nearby village with dangerous plants that sapped the water from their crops and even ate whole villagers alive. he wanted to throw off the balance of nature to avenge his past life. his normal, plain, putrid life in the putrid village who threatened to burn him at the stake if he were not exiled.



Everyone knows revenge is a fool's game.

[zakuro.]

it was just as miraculous
as he thought it would be

the rush of light
sunk its claws deep
into his soul
his being
and left him utterly
shell-shocked

his creation had hatched
he fell to his knees before it
her, the goddess of new blood
the goddess of old blood
the goddess of vengance
but simultaneously
the goddess of beauty
the goddess of grace
the goddess of elegance

it was nearly too much
for him to comprehend
to fathom

naked
bathed in innocence
and a golden light
petals of the coccoon
torn to reveal her gift
her gift of new life
gift of old life
gift of creation
but simultaneously
her gift of destruction
gift of death
gift of desecration

a battle angel
a petal of a peony
so strong
yet so delicate
so capable
yet so reliant
so intelligent
yet so blissfully ignorant

the phenomenon
illuminated the world
but only for a moment--
for just as quickly as it came
it was gone

[zakuro.]

he whispered poison
into her ear
into her soul
corrupted her mind
made her think
that the world was bad
vengeful

'do it for me
do it for us
show them how
powerful we are'

he told her
that her life would be
loveless
fruitless
hopeless
he told her
she would be outcasted
alienated
discarded
just like him

the words full of pain
her fists full of pain
rooted themselves in despair
and she spawned destruction
a mistress of death
of suffering
who halted for none
who spared none

'yes my child
show them
show them
i'll show them all'

she knew no better
than to obey blindly
he's her father
her creator
the only person who
could possibly love her
or understand her
what he says must be true
right?

he
would
never
lie

right?

[zakuro.]

at dawn
when the world is
just barely awake
rubbing the crust
out of its eyes
when the moon retires
until twilight falls again
when the dew drops
are still round and fresh
placid on the leaves

he was still asleep
but she could not rest
no
she could not rest
an unknown force
was beckoning her
from the bog
away from the dreary
darkness and shadows
through the tangled vines
past her carnivorous plants
over the bodies of the dead
littered about

it was calling her
coaxing her
a part of her knew
that perhaps it was wrong,
wrong to leave that
mentally deranged
sociopathic
schizophrenic
paranoid
lunatuic,
as he was her creator
her father

but the light inside her
was growing
shining into her brain
ripping away
the vines
and thornbushes
that guarded her
heart and mind
the corrupted thoughts
the destructive mannerism
the evil intent
began to dissipate
with each stroke
of the soft
welcoming
warm
forgiving
hand
of
her
mother

nature.

[zakuro.]

she marched towards him
rage flaring in her eyes
fury coursing through her veins
he lied
he lied
he lied

she trusted him
he manipulated her
life was beautiful
the world was beautiful
there was so much beauty
she sobbed melancholy
over realizing what she had done
no-- what he made her do
he lied
he lied
he lied

he was too pitiful
to have mercy shown to him
she produced a vine
and strangled him
the venomous strength
with its death grip
around his windpipe
asphyxiating him
he scrabbled at his throat
desperately trying to escape

when she suddenly
felt a sensation
a hand
an olive branch
an extension of love
a chance to be better
to re-write
to not live in vain

she softened
he fell to the ground
gasping for oxygen
she fell to the ground
succumbing to the warmth
now enveloping her

a single tear fell
rolled down her cheek
and dropped to the soil
where it glowed a curious light
and disappeared in flakes of gold

light spread around her
around the forest
killing the evil
the unholy
and resurrecting the dead
re birthing them

he scrambled away
and ran like the coward he is
and she lay down
falling into a plush patch of clover
admiring the beauty of the world
free of hate
of malice
at least now
she could be at peace
even if it was only temporary
for right then
in that moment
that
was
enough.

[zakuro.]

after restoring life to the forest, adonia familiarized herself with the flora and fauna. she became increasingly intrigued with it and devoted herself to protecting it at all costs.

seeing this and her tragic story, she was deemed a goddess and was worshiped by the indigenous people of the forest and became known as the "lady of life". she doesn't like the attention much, however, and prefers to hide from those who seek her rather than providing her blessing. in attempt to wash her hands of the goddess status, she tried to run away from the forest but she was unable to leave.

as she aged, adonia began to embrace her status, and come to terms with it. once she was able to make peace with herself, she was able to leave the forest. but in the end, she always comes back to it.

escaevia, the estranged youngest caulder brother, was long gone after adonia's revolt. he ran off to an unknown land. perhaps it was for the best. his own creation did nearly kill him. but, despite his failure, he is planning.. planning.. planning...

A man who desires revenge should dig two graves.

[zakuro.]

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[zakuro.]