Sins of Forbidden Love Pt 1

A Chapter by Tsukin Archangel

Olympus is under attack by a mysterious and deadly force and we learn more of Ciaran's past

-Betrothed-

Sins of Forbidden Love

Olympus was under attack.

Fire sprung from the hilltops, leaped from building to building; screams echoing across the countryside and down the cobblestoned streets, streams of blood seeping between the cracks, turning the ground a dirty brown as it mixed with the dirt and ash around it. A river of crimson flowed down the pathways, following the ever rising symphony of despair; leaving only destruction in its wake. Metal cladded boots and steel tipped spears, armor as black as night, capes that blotched out the moon, the air steadily growing hazy, smoke billowing in the air; the sky a deep crimson red, the flames reflected in its distortion.

Children screamed for mothers, mothers screamed for their children, begged for their safety, yet their cries were ignored. The only pity they obtained was through the kiss of death; a final pain as cold steel slipped through their flesh before the life left their eyes, their souls slipping away from the world they had known as their home. The black knights moved steadily through the carnage, silent as wisps, deadly as a plague, as dark as the endless sky. The front runners, the elite of Thyme' army, they were the ones that had no story, for no one lived to tell it, they were death incarnate; the hand of Thyme when he himself was not there.

The Order of the Dark.

The Hands of Time.

The Red Widows.

A rouge hourglass stood prominently on their chests, an emblem that instilled fear into the hearts of any who laid eyes upon it, some infernal magic twisting the small seal into something chaotic - evil - demonic in nature. A device used in the guise of Medusa, coiling that petrifying emotion into all who opposed them. Warping their emotions, grappling with that force of intimidation and pulling from the very core a phobia so dark they begged for death.

Death had become the only release in there eyes.

There had been none who could withstand their might. There would be none. Could be none. Shall never be one. For they were like a shadow, darkness only hid its face, and light - light only made it stronger. Always by your side they stayed, forever aware of your presence while their enemy remained oblivious to theirs. Until the last moment, until they no longer remained.

Another spark lost to the wind.

One that would never catch.

The peasants ran towards their castle. The symbol of hope they now took solace in. They ran for the circular walls that protected their royalty, knowing that in this time of crisis they would be saved from this plague by their might. Nothing could breech the walls of Olympus. Nothing the three kingdoms could throw at them. Nothing from this world. Nothing from heaven or Earth.

The final peasant crossed the threshold of the gates. The last survivor to make it to this oasis of hope. The Red Widows stood outside and watched as the gates began to close, their archers taking position upon the battlements above them, arrows tipped with tar and lit with fire. They took aim, drawing their bows back, feeling the tightening of the wood in their grips as their eyes scoured the darkness for a spot of crimson.

The Widows did not move.

Not even after every last one of them had a bowmen with an arrow nocked and ready to fire at their heads. They stood their ground, unwavering in their determination, they surrounded the castle. They stood just outside those golden gates, the gates that to this day had never been beaten down or broken. For nothing from this world or the heavens above could break them.

Yet the Widows remained. They felt no fear, they felt no shame, they felt no remorse, the felt nothing at all. They did not fail, the did not back down, they did not return without their prize. They were the right hands of Thyme, his avenging fist, and executioners blade. The bowmen drew their strings taut, their eyes locked on their targets. Nothing from heaven or earth could breech these walls. They let their arrows fly.

Well the Widows weren't of either.

Hell had been unleashed upon the Shining City.

-Betrothed-

Blackness. Dark and unforgiving. Spinning. Falling. Drowning. Flying. Twisting through oblivion. Unsure of up. Unsure of down. His body cascaded forward. Or was it backwards? His skin tingled, his flesh... if he could see it, standing at attention, goosebumps on every follicle. As if struck by lightning.

Through a vacuum. Down a shaft. Squeezed through a straw. Molded. Melded. Mended. Broken. Pain traveled through his core. Tears flung themselves into the darkness. Nauseating. Mind numbing. Spinning. Spinning. Spinning.

Disoriented beyond belief, words echoed through his mind, traveled down his spine, up his arteries in his veins, his nerves, his being. Until it was properly installed into the recesses of his mind.

Thump!

Bump!

Flash!

Crash!

Faster and Faster. Higher and Higher. His mind was shutting down. His body was creaking. Aging. Dying. Cracking at the seams. Break. Break. Breaking. The pressure built. Moving through his tongue, a hot orb. A glob of suffocating fluid. Expanding. Spreading. Growing. Seeping in every pore. Hot pain. The feeling of gravity being reinstated. The feeling of being put back together. An agonizing glue as everything came back together.

Sound didn't permeate this space. Life didn't exist. Time stood still. Only night stayed. Night and shadow.

Ciaran fell. Ciaran grew. The universe was his oyster. Air grew scarece. His vision blurry. He gasped like a fish. His mind begged. His lungs screamed. Spots of darkness overlayed the night. His eyes grew heavy. Tight. His limbs sluggish. Like lead.

Oblivion swallowed him.

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© 2014 Tsukin Archangel

Author's Note

WOOT SOOO GONNA BE POSTING SOME OF THE THRID ARC TODAY for the like 3 people who read this lol

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Coyote Poetry

A power opening chapter. You have my favorite things. Myth and story. I like the set-up of the character and the storyline. You have my attention. I will keep reading. Thank you reading and the comment.
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