Concipere of You

This world is replaceable. You're one spec of salt in the ocean of the universe. Is that something you take comfort in?

It is said that the mechanisms of human life are random and often do not fit together. When one commits a crime against all things pure, society will immediately perceive the entirety of said crime as a vile, evil, and detestable act. Performed only by the devil’s offspring conceived from the most squalid of wombs. These presumptions when at it’s most accurate, are far fetched. In an off case that someone else is murdered, the chance of the accused to actually be solely made up of dark elements is minimal. Yet we as the public eye, can only see the outside shell of the story. Thus, we only look at it with black and white simplicity.

A woman of insignificance. How can she see the inner shell of the world? In a time of war and anger, she was nothing more than a spec on the Earth's smallest molecule. Fear not, for the turmoil will end, and everyone will be at peace once more. That is, until the next disagreement turns fatal. Surely that will cease soon as well, and humanity will find comfort in each other again. This planet can adapt to the many negative results of authority and religion. That's why people pay attention to history. To educate and improve upon themselves for a more logical gain.

The concept scoffs at this notion. "They don't learn, they're only under the misconception that they have evolved." What could bring upon such negativity from the woman? She grimaces at the filth that coats the Earth; the universe even. "We are nothing." Only she could view the world in such a horrendous way. The woman is a pretentious emotional wreck, who hates life because she can't get what she wants.

"Wrong. I have seen the actions of man throughout the confines of space time. I have believed in my views since I was a child, and have continued to believe to these after the rebirth of the universe. I am not so showy with my own self-loathing that I can only see myself as a victim of torture. If anything, I set my hatred for my choices aside to focus on the sins of the heavenly body. After walking the centuries and observing humanity and its faults, I can conclude that mankind is a detestable offspring.

"They live fearing the unknown and hide behind walls of ignorance. They allow order to rule their lives and when that order is toppled, they have ugly reactions. It worries about tiny pieces of paper and trivial ordeals. We look back on history claiming with arrogant grins that we have become intelligent and peaceful. I will not accept such idiocy." How can she ignore the tremendous opportunities, flushing them away with her despair and frustration. With her silky locks that highlight the lost, frightened and betrayed. Her eyes that reflect the Sun and Moon and skin of all varieties. You think she'd be grateful for her gown that cascades down her body, hiding the cosmos. Every little thing that she adores was created by my hand, why can't she accept that?

Looking up to the sky, the womanly entity sighs, disappointed by the creator. Turning to her left, the grand champions crash through the door. The leader points at the unholy being, "It's time to end this Algana," He says with strife and power. Clearly a reliable boy, who knows the true meaning of loyalty. Next to him a girl stands strongly, her eyes filled with determination and fierceness. On the other side, a boy who looks slightly afraid, but still willing to stand next to his companions. A divine trio of good. Truly I deserve such servants to defend me.

The lone woman frowns feeling saddened by the sight before her. If only there had been more like these three, then maybe it wouldn't have come to this. "It's too late now. I've waited far too long for humanity to learn from their mistakes, but alas, it was a futile effort. Like a teacher constantly being disappointed by a student, yet still holding on because of the students' potential. Until of course, I become weary of the worlds' stupidity."

"Shut up," the heroic leader says hotly. "This world is beautiful, and every human has the power to show compassion to everyone. How dare you try to eliminate such amazing light! You could never understand the greatness of this planet; of this universe!" The virtuous idea smiled dolefully, "Even if you understand, no one else will, so this world will eventually cave in on itself." Soon enough, her face turned dark, having no room left in her wilted heart to take mercy on the three protagonists.

"I'm not scared," the leader claimed breathlessly, "Cause with the help of my friends--"

"You are ignorant." The villainess creature growled, prepared to end this. She took no hesitation before an eerie glow surrounded her devout body. Her gaze upon them was grave, "You, and everyone that coats this universe and all like it will know my wrath!" Using all of her essence, the concept of the afterword brought the stars to her feet. The Suns and moons, the infinite planets and galaxies, all greeting the millions of trios. What? WhWhat?What?at??WhaWhat?Whatwha?

The heros and villains, the men and women, the jocks and geeks, and the many Earths; all were bombarded with their own sin. The lone idea laughed bitterly, tears sprouting in her eyes as chaos swirled around her. Looking to the disintegrating sky, she solemnly grinned. "This is the last time we shall speak together, old friend."

This isn't how it was supposed to end! You vile woman of little virtue! You were an abomination created from the bleakest area of the macrocosm.

If I ever had a greater regret, it would be permitting the creation of you. She smiled.

"Me too."


Break--

Anger was not something that took hold of her enough to express her distaste for others. It was something she quietly kept to herself. Unfortunately it did show it’s red face whenever she met with those who fabricated their discomfort. Why did they want to feel that way you ask? Attention and praise. Glorifying their ‘depression’ like it would define them as a person. They had a benefit, yet they would rather lower themselves to the saddest of levels for all the publicity they could milk. It made the woman sick. Why would any want to feel unworthy and lost? To limit themselves from going outside in fear of what people will say to them? Why was it trendy to cut yourself and tell everyone the next day to display your inner torment? How revolting. That is what she thought of them all. She was not dimwitted as to know there were those who could truly understand her motives. But if they were anything like her, they would never make themselves known.

Even if they wanted to, there was no way they could. Since there was no they. Just an endless vast white vacancy. No planet, no solar system, no galaxy, no universe. There wasn't even a single piece of gum. There was nothing, except a lonely nowhere who committed an act so detestable, that there was not an individual alive to tell the tale.

One may not be able to conceive why she acted out in such a way, but if a curious ward were to ask her, she would say, "I waited so long and I attempted to teach them, but try as I might they could never understand their meaning for existence. They all hated each other, and only could truly care about those that were born next to them. I wanted everyone to know, but instead was left unanswered as they raged war against each other and were ruled under entirely flawed systems and governments," the woman closed her blood shaded eyes, "They were never going to improve. So I ended their wait time."

Alone without space and time, without anything for all eternity. No hell or heaven she could go to, and no death she could bring upon herself. All godly powers were exceeded during annihilation of existence. Worse than any form of agony, with no closure. This is what she wanted though, so perhaps it will be a new peace for her heavenly body.

The poor abstraction lifted her hand, staring at the fine lines that were created by fanciful hands, "What can I achieve presently?" It was useless for her to still be breathing without purpose, so what could she do? Blinking curiously, the woman covered her heart, and reached into her chest. It wasn't guaranteed for success, but it was the only thing she had left. Maybe she can make things... decently better.

She retracted her hand to reveal a light she thought had died eons ago. Its brightness illuminated the nothingness; the woman's' eyes reflecting the red moon, the trauma of her life source exiting her form. Her eyes dimmed, until she could feel herself recovering. It was a strange sensation; all warmth exiting her dignified exterior. Yet, she couldn't find the ability to care.

A curious lavender light pierced the blank black and white of her surroundings. This was the last and only resort. So, without anymore hesitation, the nameless goddess compacted her tears and blood, with her soul.




Break--

This world was bright and warm and new. A great start for a simple merchant. He wasn't asking to be famous, but he hoped to make a name for himself. Unfortunately, the merchant was far too naive for the real world. The first day failed drastically. Not one individual purchased his supply, as apparently they were 'cheap toys'. Still, his hopes were high and he continued on. The next town he traveled to rejected him instantly; they were not in the state of accepting foreigners. Begrudgingly, he trudged on to a more populated city. The man was a bit tight on money, and comforted himself with the thought that he could gain quite a bit of coins.

He soon realized that he arrived in the city too late. Spring had just begun and peasants were back to working the fields after a genuinely brutal winter. No money was spent on useless the wool fibers, and the merchant soon found himself facing bankruptcy.

He cursed his own idiocy and fell into a depressed funk. There was nothing left for him; no money meant death in these hard times. After a few days of scraping up the measly support he had left, the man retired to the woods; awaiting his inevitable fate.

Sitting a upon a stump, he looked to the stars. Despite his realization for the cruel reality, he couldn't help but feel anger toward the steps that led to his current predicament. Still, he prayed for many things that he had expected to do before his coming mortality. Settling down in a comfortable home, a wife, children, the usual goals that most wish to attain.

He closed his eyes for the last time, draining his sorrows away. Oddly feeling at rest, not wanting to aspire for anything anymore. An eerie light shown through his eyelids, but he dared not stir.


Break--

Looking out toward the world, it was not a pleasant feeling. The male entity was increasingly saddened by the lost potential of such a universe. He never realized that no matter what circumstance, the spirit would always have too high of hopes. So hopelessly naive.

He could not conceive how the creator could abandon this world that had started with such tremendous beauty. They were lazy, or maybe they truly lacked the ability to care. Either way, he has been abused by the laws of this world for far too long, and refused sit idle as it proceeded to happen again.

"Our creator has left us, and I will rain hell upon them for the sanctity of all humans. The concept reached to the heavens, in hopes to catch the attention of the esteemed creator. "You must heed my words ungrateful fiend!" He belted, "You must respect the war of emotions your weak servants go through each sunrise! They have begun to lose faith because of your constant faltering! Repent!"

The goddess smiled, the warmth of nostalgia flowing through her veins. Yes of course. It was strange how unsurprised she was by this turn of events. Unfortunately, power was never something she longed for. All she desired was for an untainted universe that could surpass the old one. Perhaps she went about it the negative way. So wrapped up in avoiding the obvious, that she lost sight of the needs for a utopian universe. There were no do overs, she must experience the blow of betrayal from her pupil. He may have lost the eyes to see what is important, but he knows when the world is at a deplorable level.

The womanly creator appeared before the angry lower creature. His eyes narrowed in disdain, and her lips turned up sullenly.

The ever so lonely woman was determined to revoke the fate of a past world. If not, then with a heavy heart, she knew she was not worthy of a sequel existence.