Snippet #2714101

I considered what she said tilting my head and quirking my eyebrow, with a twinkle of amusement dancing lightly over my features with intrigue. Of course, I must not wear the truth instead I had to play like my Mistress and entrance while hiding my true face. Wearing faux features, be an enigma, unclear and without clarity. Be like her, act in unpredictable ways when allowed to roam and grow. Be the inferno, be the blaze, "Mayhaps it is not the Fate, but the flame. I was drawn to here, so I could scorch the world in a never-ending conflagration that scours chars everything. As to why we met, perhaps the flame speaks whispers we dare not utter or listen too. For to listen would drive us into pathetic insanities. Hear her sing, her whisper, sing such sweet melodies. Imagine songs she would sing if such power was tapped and unleashed. Imagine the choruses the blaze would utter while we straddle the pyre of corpses unable to withstand or handle her beauty, her breathtaking radiance. The fire chose us, we must spread the gospel and continue with the grand spectacle."

I nodded my face displaying, maddening ecstasy, while I swayed to the undulating energy ringing in my mind. Crashing, and banging, chaotic, yet wholly promising. Whispering to me of fire that could engulf and completely end all existence. Of power that surged and shone, fire as hot as the stars and as beautiful. The abyss surging with ripples ragged, jagged bolts, and spinning in an infinite spiral, drawing the fire and drawing the clueless.

I was neither, but was she?