Ragnarok
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Category:
Angst › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
690
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Ragnarok
Title: Ragnarok
Note: This was the seventh in a series of self-imposed writing prompts.
"The seasons change without me.
I remain in shadows growing wings.
Like an angel with two broken wings"¦
Like a devil, meant for better things"¦"
-A.F.I., " The Nephilim"
She didn't look up from her laptop, as the door was slammed open.
"That good, huh?" She asked, double-clicking the sluggish mouse.
He glared at her and stalked over to the filing cabinet.
"What are you looking for?" She asked calmly, as he tore through one folder after the other.
"The number of that guy that was in here last week!"
"There were a lot of guys here last week." She pointed out.
"The one from the novels!" He shouted.
"Don't yell at me." She said, primly.
"Go to hell."
She laughed.
With a cry of rage, he slammed the drawer shut once more. "Fuck this!!"
"Where are you going?"
"OUT!"
"Don't you want some coffee?"
"No, Lilith, I do *not* want and goddamned coffee. I am trying to save our *lives* here, or haven't you noticed?!"
"Fine. By the way, Empusa called. She's going south with all of the others."
He did stop then, and his face softened for a moment. "Empusa, too?" He whispered.
"It's too cold here now." She muttered, turning up the heater that could never warm their skin.
He yanked open the door.
"He can't help you, Moloch. He doesn't have that power."
"He's still warm to the touch!"
"That's because he's fiction!"
"Then I will be, too." He snarled, slamming the door behind him.
She sighed and opened her e-mail. Lix was going, too.
For a moment, she glanced at the battered door and sighed.
It was over.
Fire was fading from their bodies as dust crumbled the stones that had been raised in their names. No more amulets were inscribed with the holy names to ward her away... No more piles of children and gold were offered up to stave the hunger of her companion...
Moloch had grown cold and desperate.
She knew full well what he'd meant to do, and she knew that he had failed. Moloch hadn't gone to find Mephistopolies.
Moloch hadn't gone anywhere at all.
Lilith sighed and closed her e-mail. She had made her daily prayers to these new gods.
It was cold in here, but not freezing; not yet.
After all, she still had that anime, and apparently that counts for something...
"Gods Die. And when they truly die, they are unmourned, and unremembered. Ideals are more difficult to kill than people, but they can be killed in the end." -Neil Gaiman, "American Gods"
Note: This was the seventh in a series of self-imposed writing prompts.
"The seasons change without me.
I remain in shadows growing wings.
Like an angel with two broken wings"¦
Like a devil, meant for better things"¦"
-A.F.I., " The Nephilim"
She didn't look up from her laptop, as the door was slammed open.
"That good, huh?" She asked, double-clicking the sluggish mouse.
He glared at her and stalked over to the filing cabinet.
"What are you looking for?" She asked calmly, as he tore through one folder after the other.
"The number of that guy that was in here last week!"
"There were a lot of guys here last week." She pointed out.
"The one from the novels!" He shouted.
"Don't yell at me." She said, primly.
"Go to hell."
She laughed.
With a cry of rage, he slammed the drawer shut once more. "Fuck this!!"
"Where are you going?"
"OUT!"
"Don't you want some coffee?"
"No, Lilith, I do *not* want and goddamned coffee. I am trying to save our *lives* here, or haven't you noticed?!"
"Fine. By the way, Empusa called. She's going south with all of the others."
He did stop then, and his face softened for a moment. "Empusa, too?" He whispered.
"It's too cold here now." She muttered, turning up the heater that could never warm their skin.
He yanked open the door.
"He can't help you, Moloch. He doesn't have that power."
"He's still warm to the touch!"
"That's because he's fiction!"
"Then I will be, too." He snarled, slamming the door behind him.
She sighed and opened her e-mail. Lix was going, too.
For a moment, she glanced at the battered door and sighed.
It was over.
Fire was fading from their bodies as dust crumbled the stones that had been raised in their names. No more amulets were inscribed with the holy names to ward her away... No more piles of children and gold were offered up to stave the hunger of her companion...
Moloch had grown cold and desperate.
She knew full well what he'd meant to do, and she knew that he had failed. Moloch hadn't gone to find Mephistopolies.
Moloch hadn't gone anywhere at all.
Lilith sighed and closed her e-mail. She had made her daily prayers to these new gods.
It was cold in here, but not freezing; not yet.
After all, she still had that anime, and apparently that counts for something...
"Gods Die. And when they truly die, they are unmourned, and unremembered. Ideals are more difficult to kill than people, but they can be killed in the end." -Neil Gaiman, "American Gods"