Fate of the world
The search had been long, confusing, and backtracking.
My travels lasted a long time. So many eons had passed before
�Careful yourself,� my mother would warn, �for if you do not, the
I stand here, now, leaning over the edge of the abyss. So the tail lied.
I feel the changes start. So that is why it is known. It is true. When the
Oh, what do you know, she will. There she lies, besides a man that is not her
In the dark recesses of the world, there is a hole.
It is not like any hole seen in this world, or the next,
but it is there, and it is deep. Deep, extending down
past the mountains core, down past the nine levels of hell,
down past the very roots of the earth, the hole falls. At
the very bottom, there is a child. A child feared by demons,
hated by angels, and damned to reside in this hole until the time
is right. I have heard of such a hole when I was a child. I
believed it to be an old-wives-tail, a story to frighten
children into obeying their parents for vegetables, baths,
and bed-time. How was one to believe something so fake
sounding, now that they were older? However, I always
wonder where the woven words came from. I know now where
they were formed.
It seems that each nation of the world had this tail,
and every nation of the world had their idea of where it
came from. While each variation changed where the hole was,
or even, what the hole was, one thing remained a constant,
unchanged fact. There was a child at the bottom. Always a child.
Never a demon, or creature of hell, not even a beast of
proportions only left to the human imagination. Forever,
it was only a child. Such a strange thing to be afraid of, a
child. Though, when one is a child, the thought of forever being
trapped in a hole could be frightening. Though, this is not
what compelled me. It was what the child was. This child,
nothing more than any other who would look at the sun, pick a
flower� what was about this child? Why did the master of the
thirty six corners of hell fear this thing? I had to find out.
I could find out, many centuries had faded into the back of my
memory before I every learned the truth, found out the horrifying
facts, revealed the inhuman reason that something so innocent
was shunned from the light of day. Now that I know, I wish I had
never looked into the fear of a child. Such a vial truth should
never have been examined, but it was, it is, and I know the fate of
those who do. After all, I found it, and look at me, and what happened
to me� �Tis cruel, this fate, this twist�
child will awaken from its cell. It will come through the darkness
of the night, and will start with your toes. It will nibble, and
chew, and bite. Then it will move upwards, taking you into it�s being
piece by piece.� At this point, I would shudder, and curl up on myself.
It was frightening, though, I would not know why, reaching out to hold my
mother�s fluffy tail, wishing I could hold it throughout the night�
It was not the bottom of the hole, the end of the world, like I had been
told. Turning, I see the eyes� if they can be called that� of the child.
They refract the light that does not exist here, showing one the very
depths of one�s soul. How interesting, that one so small has such a power
over the young, the old, the ageless. Looking back over the edge again,
I can see an archangel, cowering behind his wings. I know not which one
he is, though I fear that if he is here, there is no hope for the war in
heaven. Now, though, I do not know even if there is such a place. Besides
the angel is Lucifer himself. To capture such a powerful being� to have such
power� and there, the third creature. The child just like it. There were two?
Two of them? The tail never said anything of this before. Looking behind me
again, I see that she (he? Could it be that there is no sex of this child?)
is playing with my tail. She� he� it, does not have one. I do not understand
why, though, as everyone on the surface world does. It doesn�t matter anymore,
as the tail disintegrates at her touch. With no remorse, no hesitation, I grab
her by the hair, and fling her over the edge, where the small body breaks upon the floor.
Punisher becomes lacking, no longer fulfilling, another must be found. The
Punisher was found lacking, so one on the surface became curious. And curiosity
leads one here, to their fate. Perhaps, it isn�t as bad as I thought. Nothing
escapes my notice now. I know what each of my captives have done, and I know
what I must do tonight. Crawling through the darkness, I sense my first prey of
the night, knowing that I have a job to do, or suffer the same as my predecessor.
I find it easy to fulfill. If only my mother could see me now.
husband, toes pocking through the sheets at the bottom. All those tails she told
me, if only she believed them as I did. Starting at her toes, I then moved onto her
tail. something that had once provided comfort now provided life energy.
Interesting, this circle of things. She was gone now, and none would know what
had happened to her this night, I am clean with my work. Turning, I can tell my next
violator. They are waiting for me. Leaping from the window, I find them. This
is the fate of the world. And I will carry it out.
