Selene High

There was a woman standing on a mountain of corpses.

She stood alone.

Back straight, while her long Locs of hair twisted into medium lengths; was styled into a complicated style, flowed around her. Breath even.

The attire she wore; consisted of a hide material acquired from kills; covering her medium breast and another to make a skirt she had snatched from one of one of the bodies lying around, to cover her flared hips and curved derriere.

Her gaze held no emotion.

Even though the eyes were exquisitely beautiful: her eyes the color of the palest blue, were almost as stark as her white Locs. Her skin, which usually possessed the reddish fertility color of the earth, was now dyed red from the blood. Around her, the vultures flew above.

While around her below: the scavengers stole parts of the dead.

Her face was cold. The massacre she had left behind had been effortless. Not daring to spare anyone—she lied she spared a few.

Shivering and kneeling before her were those who served her.

She did not spare them a glance but continued to focus her gaze and looked up at the heavens and sneered.

What is she?

Beast guise as two-legged walkers.

What did she want?

To kill those who made her hurt so.

Those dwelling in the heavens able to easily look down in the middle realm saw this woman.

More beautiful than a goddess, more sensually made than a demoness. She was simply an abomination.

A few sneered, hoping she would die, condemning her for still breathing life. While others simply stared at the female who seemed to be more powerful than a goddess. To them, she was a being that should never exist, but she had.

What makes the two different?

Gods and demons?

The desire in their hearts.

Gods had no such lowly desires, becoming slaves for them. Those are for the lowly beings.

Since their founding, they held absolute power until this woman appeared, challenging them.

The ruler of the heavens had thought it was time for these lower beings to be purged, leaving room for those they had deemed worthy to

Slaughtering them.

Should they not begin to hate?

These gods had lived so long, ruled so long from the beginning of time, but unknowingly what they did not know is that before time itself there was the Kazmetik-kin kind and their Primordial kind. What was time for such omnipotent beings?

Nothing but an eyesore that controlled them.

Still, they had warred, suffered, died and eventually were forced to slumber.

Then the gods, in their ignorance emerged, time started with a spark.

Who was the instigator?

The one in the background looking at the emergence of these powerful beings like a joke?

No one knew.

This female, she had been among the Kazmetik-kin and Primordial kind.

One of the few who rather forget their origins than slumber.

To suffer until she found that others were able to make her become anchored.

How long?

If you wished to measure in the words of time, how exactly?

Universal time?

Kazmetik time?