PhoebeJaneWrites

He could not remember how many mortal years it had been since he had begun watching this tribe. As their designated guardian many moons ago, he witnessed the birth of the current leader, an elderly man who many believed to be almost 100 years old. Now this news did more than stun the being, and tore at his heart. To know that this exceptional group of people would come to a very painful and agonizing end was much more than he could bare. Giant tears fell from his eyes and showered the plains before him.

In the mortal realm, many farmers looked up at the sky thankful that such a rain during the usual drought had fallen upon them.

“Do you have a message for me my dear brother ?”

“Indeed I do Azhaeil. I have a message of consolation. For you have witnessed the many trials and struggles that have afflicted the people of the third tribe. The Master has decided that they should no longer endure that which has been thrust upon them. As you are well aware, this is no end to the tribe. Each should continue in their journeys. It is simply a matter of location ,rather, upon which realm should they dwell. The Master has decided that the third tribe must now venture into our realm.

Azhaeil looked at his friend. He knew that Gabe spoke the truth but this did not keep his heart from hurting or stop the tears from falling. To see love and faithfulness so pure be rewarded by such agony.

“I know that the Master’s infinite wisdom surpasses my own. It is for this reason that I know that he will understand why I cannot  keep my heart from hurting or stop the tears from flowing. It is as if they are my own.”

“They are not.”

“Of which, I am well aware.”

Pus oozed from the many sores that covered his body. He was a thing of darkness and a ghastly sight to those who were outside his realm. There were many who at one point or another happened upon him. Upon beholding his features, sanity fled from their minds. Spikes similar to steel nails jutted out from his head and gnarled and jointed branches followed behind him. Caught in the branches were torn pieces off flesh and skin. Drops of blood that dell with each step, each drop sizzling once they touched the ground.

Unseen creatures hissed at him as he ambled down the stairs with his coats gathered about him. The cries of tormented souls echoed through the walls of the chamber. A smile cracked through his hideous features as he observed the rising of the tide. Flames from the lake rose as did the screams of the suffering. Snarling unseen creatures hissed their approval. Some of the winged creatures began to circulate the halls and the corridor felt both alive and dead in the same instance.

He reached his space and entered the domain. Cracked mirrors and shattered chandeliers hung from the walls and ceilings. The putrid smell of burning flesh emanated from every corner and throughout the realm. Bezel liked it this way, the dank, the darkness, the despair.  So different from the scent of all things living that suffocated him in the top realm.

A small creature entered his room.

“He wants to see you.”

Then the creature was gone.