PROLOUGE The Last Man
God is Alive Until i kill him.
Lionel is a slave. However, not in the typical sense He Sings to Statistical Normality.
It would be appropriate to declare that the church of the oracle. Was his area of regular residence. Clinging to religion for thou who does not believe in a spiritual world. One who tosses away the ideals of deities. Is living devoid of reason.
But for what reason does he cling to his religion. To the oracle is it to give him purpose, or maybe it's in an attempt to peruse happiness.
Lionel is a happy individual and quiet. content with his existence. The Church makes him important when he reaches out his hand to the sky. The sunlight of divine grace soothes his skin. When in doubt, he conspires with the oracle for a solution. How close minded.
Devoid of individual thought he is nothing but a slave. Lionel seeks joy in every aspect of life. He occupies his time with activities to provide him with entertainment. Socializing with people. Festivals. Using liquor as anti-depressants,
In the pursuit of consent happiness when the sun sets. And it dissolves what he left with. The answer was nothing but. Agony, so he continues to seek out distractions. He is a slave to joy.
An individual who runs from pain is destined to feel it more.
He prayed to the oracle as he did normally. He headed to the church that very day. Coinciding with the setting sun, Heat boiled within him ashes of a fallen empire scorched in his iris. It had all been gone; the oracle was nothing but shriveled ash. He Dropped to his knees. And placed his head on the ground. He reached into his pocket. Desperate for his pain reliver. Popping open the lid, raising it to his mouth, shaking it radically. The sweet medicine rolled down his tongue. And he felt slight relief.
When he gazed bac upon the fallen empire, the culprit appeared. A women Towering upon the top of the church. His hair was captured by the perfect clarity of the azure sky. Pure black with a stroke of red down the middle. Her face is white as a corpse. With black diamond shaped pain from her forehead to her cheek on both sides. her Dazzling violet eyes, incapacitated by the sun. and the pitch-black feathery combat tailored dress which must have been tampered with to give it such a purpose.
It was only then that the queen of darkness leaped onto the stage. Lionel on his knees could only stare in hatred at the women who now stood in front of him. For several minutes they met each other, gazing. A standstill for a moment of silence in which none spoke. Her face did not present itself as one of malice but one of pity. Lionel called out
"why"
The queen of darkness needs no answer.
He already grasped what the meaning behind it all was.
It was pain.