Chapitre 9: 9
"The fuck is wrong with my bloodline? Can't you stupid kids allow an old man an eternity of rest? I'm always waking up every other century and millennium to wipe your asses, putui!!".
Shouldn't the after life be... I don't know, maybe silent? Why do I have to listen to an old man grumble endlessly in this unending dark void?. I am already very dissatisfied with the way I died, and having an old man mumble on and on about his apparently spoiled descendant is the last thing I want to listen to right now. Worst part, I can't even see his stupid face!!.
"First I level some mountains for them, then I have to kill a roach, though the Saint I ate later didn't taste too bad, but what is this now? Sending a seed to my nest? Has things gotten so bad outside now? What I'm I to do with it, it can barely fit the gaps in my teeth, argh!".
'Wait, wait, what?! Level some mountains?! Eating a Saint?! What hellish fuckery is this?!!'. For once I began to worry about my wellbeing, no no no, I'm dead aren't I, yup, I have nothing to fear... right?. And did he say seed? Oh dear...
"Sigh, what shall I do with you?". The voice muttered again, sounding quite exasperated, but I honestly couldn't care much for that, right now I just wanted to see who the fuck it is I'm sharing my eternal darkness with. Because apparently he seemed to have been a loony in his past life.
"Well, you sure have a sharp tongue for a seed that hasn't even budded yet, still I'll forgive you this one time. I am your Ancestor, The First of The Edel Family, Your Progenitor and in essence, Your 'god'".
And at that moment, darkness shattered, like glass. Imploding in itself, birthing a view of colors and shimmering stars all blending together yet having their own singularities. Everything hummed and vibrated with life, skipping with buoyancy and grace, it yelled without words, commanding to be gazed upon, holding with fierce fire my eyelids so much that I could not bring myself to blink in fear that this... ethereal? celestial? divine beauty? honestly, no words could describe it. It held my eyes open and buried a fear in me so great I believed blinking would make it all disappear, taking with it the...
SNAP! And thus the moment ended, for when the old man snapped his fingers, the beauty of floating weightlessly on an unending space of infinite stars, colors and reflection, lost it appeal to me. It was just colors now, bland without the life it once had some few seconds ago. Looking at the lifeless ocean of stars, fires and colors in-between, which lacked the slightest of grace, incomparable to even an oil painting made by a one eyed, three fingered painter, a fire of rage ignited itself in my belly, burning fiercely it left me livid and irrational, uncaring from whence such rage came and why it did. I wanted nothing more than to destroy the wizen elder before me, who seemed infinitely close to toppling over at any given moment. Yet I could not move an inch, his gaze... terrified me, enough to quell, perhaps bury the rage for a moment, granting me the rationality of thought, to see the element tumble and turn, leap and churn in his very gray, dead eyes that spoke of power. How I knew of all this was privy to me, though intellectually faster and smarter than my age mates of 10, I shouldn't have known this much. Thus I was stunned by what I saw, but for a moment anyway, I'm a child, unafraid of what the world has to offer thus I did the one thing that came to mind, gave into my impulses and yelled at the top of my dead lungs, "GRANDPA, BRING THEM STARS BACK TO LIFE!!". "What did they even do to you, colors danced! They danced! I want to see them dance again. You're a mean old man!".
I had a lot more to say, but the twitching elder apparently had enough since his dead gray eyes where twitching so badly and veins popped on his forehead. Yup, that was my warning to shut the fuck up, it flew over my head anyway as I kept going happily, my initial depression and unhappiness after dying, the rage of losing sight of the dancing stars and prancing colors as well as the fear of the old man's power was all washed away and buried deep in the waters of childish glee as I giggled while recalling the memories of what I saw moments ago.
"I bet Paw won't believe me if I told him that stars could dance, he deserved to see it too. Hey grandpa, can you bring them back to life again, just for a minute? Pretty please?". Looking at him pitifully while hoping he would grant my little wish, his whole face at this moment was twitching, like he was holding back from... farting?.
"Enough!!", "the hell do you mean farting? Child, I am beyond that, and unless you want to be enslaved by this space then go on ahead and wish to see colors prance about like deers on a field". After saying so much, he took a deep breathe, exhaled then sighed and looked up as he whispered quietly, "this is why I never liked kids... they just... ok, I like every other child but this one... that doesn't make sense either... ah fuck it". Looking down now and right at me, he posed a question, seemingly in a hurry now, "what's your name kid?".
I stared at him for two seconds, before replying slowly, "I'm Edel, what's your name grandpa?". He chuckled, "I'm Elen, and by the way kid, you're dead".
Flashing a smile, I said as quickly as I could before I began to sob again, "I know".
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
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