Agonising pain, excruciating pain, visceral pain. Burned like fire crawling through the marrow, needles in every pore.
Flesh mangled, like a jigsaw puzzle of undeath.
A birth unlike any other. In a place of such unholiness. What foul rot, what sickness, even in this forsaken land where the sun cowers from afar and humanity deposits its tumours, even in such a land, such blasphemy has never before been witnessed.
— Nor is it now, lest the infinite eyes in the cosmos, the watchful eyes of ire, lust, desire, rage and greed count.
Even they may avert their eyes. Even the "unknown" who prides "himself" in his watchfulness may blind "himself."
How could such a thing, such a heavenly thing, made by I, The Great Mother "herself", be turned so foul?
As the twining of flesh continued, an eager observer finally appeared.
Light dawned on the dark land, only to be once again covered up. In the sky, celestial bodies lie on top of each other. Some reflected light, others blocked it.
In the sky, a face. On it a smile so eerie, wider than any man's mouth should stretch. It was a smile of joy ungodly. It revelled at what it saw. A smile so wide, unnaturally wide, the crescents of its eyes, the width of its mouth irks you.
The trickles of light that emanate from the face lit up the scene, revealing what was previously unseen.
Within the veil of the labyrinthian fetus, another battle took place.
Ethereal wisps clashed, consuming each other. Within the pink walls, they wrestled. The spiralling tendrils and organs took various forms, never still. Constantly changing state and shape.
Human child, monster child, human child, freak.
Aberration, human child, monster child, teen.
Abomination, aberration, human child. Human child.
The face in the sky maintained its smile. The crescent light that formed its mouth gradually widened as it crossed the sky. The flipped crescents that formed its eyes maintained its gaze, eagerly waiting to see what form the oddity took.
Then a form was settled, a dainty little thing.
Oh, how adorable it would be if it were any other place. Any other circumstance.
Where is your mother, child? How did you come to be?
Screams rang out, such unbearable pain. What a horrifying birth.
The blood and flesh and muscles converged. They pushed and pulled and blended and tore into each other to fit into that tiny vessel they'd agreed upon.
Fogs of red, once again illuminated by nought but the gleeful face in the sky.
When the fog cleared, in the black void, on the rings of rust, a child lay. To his left side, a silver sphere with wings. Its engravings were ancient, the last remaining light in its "eyes" shone with fading hope, looking upon the horrifying delivery with disappointment, and shame.
To his right, a black mask.
The child wailed, clutching the two objects.
Welcome, foul abomination. I am sorry.
…
Mother died. Not today, not yesterday.
I don't know when she died. I don't know when she was alive.
Adam helped bring me here. I don't remember when, but mother told me she wanted to come here. This might have been before she died or maybe before I was alive. Who can say?
The earliest I can remember is meeting Adam. He was in my hand. Mother was already dead by then.
He brought me here, it hasn't been easy, mostly for him.
I can't help but smile when thinking of Adam. I don't know what it's like to have a father, but this must be how it feels. I hope he wakes up soon.
I'll leave Mother here, she's held my hand till now. Or maybe I held hers. Still, her hand was warm. Somehow.
I shovel these muted brown grains, making mother's bed. I can't help but wonder.
Where do I go now?