Hurt so Good

D e i m o s

Send a heartbeat to the void that cries through you
Relive the pictures that have come to pass

Hands maneuvered deftly over more and more reeds, a torso finally along the rest of its body, another put aside to join its brethren again before some other massacre. At Remi’s distinction and powers, the beast snorted. “They surpass most of us.” How many times had he marched over to the Artisan’s Guild, inquiring, pondering, over the measures of their potency – and how capable Remi’s ministrations and machinations had been; creating the final stroke for gas masks, or anything else required. Yet, the General wasn’t an envious, jealous sort – just presumed eventually his fortitude, his strength, his endurance would assail him to further, unleashed tactics, the way the patterns of power and precision had coursed before. Steadfast determination armed him well when the world started crumbling and falling around him; walls upon walls of sedition and resolve. Unaware of how deep he was prodding, usually not the individual to pry unless it was for amusements or someone else had designated it upon him first, he merely listened – perhaps his irreverence, immorality, and iniquity had kept him away from the sanction of gnashing gods’ teeth and clinging, grasping celestials. Being mostly ignored by them had also lent him away from the political straits of their wrath, their curses, or their covetous resentments (human qualities); no one bothered to look his way, no one truly cared about his existence, and it’d been a two way street for a time. Preferences and pleas caused him to tilt his head another fraction, considering in the midst of silence, before Jigano’s final statement ensued a brief, scarce chuckle from the deeper denizens of his chest. No argument ensued from his mouth or thoughts; well versed in tenacity and stubbornness, they’d both hit the proverbial barriers and partitions with one another before. “Maybe it is all in what you consider fortunate.” He paused, a head nod in the bard’s direction. “What others believe a curse, some might regard a blessing. At least you benefit from her wrath.” Because he'd never looked new powers, new incantations, new strengths and ferocities, as anything other than bestial sanctions. For now we stand alone, the world is lost and blown And we are flesh and blood disintegrate with no more to hate