Endless - Prologue

Summary: Curiosity wasn't a sin. It was just a need to know, to satisfy a thirst for knowledge and comprehension. But for them, for these Creators, it was the darkest and blackest sin of all.

Everything here belongs to me. Please do not steal. If you wish to borrow, tell me~!

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Prologue

B. O. Heart

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Honey brown eyes stared curiously at the small boy poking at the ground with a stick. Her small hands clung to the large oak tree she hid behind. Locks of her golden blonde hair curled over her face, shielding bits of her from the boy below the hill she stood on.

But the sun was against her, lying proudly and strong behind her. Mingled shadows of tree and girl made its way to the boy whose face slightly scrunched up when he noticed how the nearby tree didn’t look right. Confused, he stilled from his place, the stick remained stabbed into the ground.

When he realized that there was actually someone there with him, he seemed to freeze even more. The girl tried her best to melt into the tree when she sensed his fear.

No, no, no!

She didn’t want him to fear her.

Anxiety and shyness overwhelmed her, causing small incoherent sounds to escape from her throat. The sound grew in number when the boy gathered the courage to face his intruder.

His movement was swift and her choke was deafening.

She felt blinded by his flaming red hair, the dark freckles that dotted his pale face.

The standstill seemed to last so long.

The heat of the sun burned her back, piercing through the thin white dress made of cotton.

Bu still, she could not turn away.

She felt trapped.

Caught.

Helpless.

It didn’t feel fair.

Why was she the one caught in the ugly side of this war?

And then he smiled.

It was a sweet childish smile that almost brought tears of relief to her eyes. Her tiny body sagged and she couldn’t stop the smile that lighted up on her face.

It was alright.

They were alright.

“Naughty little godling, your naivety will be the end of you.”

The deep tenor.

That lilt purr.

The cold sweat barely began to gather when a hand roughly grabbed the top of her head. She almost shrieked, but her eyes caught a glimpse of the red haired boy.

The disappearance of the delight.

The blooming of the wrong.

“Poor, poor Creator.” He continued to tease, jerking her back roughly until she collided painfully against him. No sound left her for her eyes remained transfixed on the boy. He easily ignored this, instead grabbing her chin and forcing her to steady her face, to watch the boy carefully. “Trying to touch what she cannot.”

She could not speak.

She could not even cry.

Why were they here?

How did he-?

“You are young, you are dumb.” He said in a sing-song voice. “Let me educate you, little one, in that you cannot run.”

There was a loud bone-cracking snap and a scream of desperation and horror.

He sighed dramatically and held the limp girl by the head with one hand. Moving ever so slowly, his glowing gold eyes turned to the little boy who had fallen to the floor, tears of terror flowing with no inhibition down his face.

The child shook so hard that he could hear the chatter of teeth. He did not bother to hide his irritant growl and ran a clawed hand roughly through his shaggy black hair. A slight jingle was heard as he jostled the silver metallic band strapped tightly to his neck.

“Take care of that, would you?”

The red haired child was only given the time to turn around when a hand slammed over his face, smothering his mouth and nose, dragging him into the mindless dark. 

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AN: As stated, Endless is a whole grip of drabbles. Kind of like those collection of oneshots you can find on fanfiction. Some of those oneshots are connected to one another or they're independent from each other. Endless is a connection of drabbles. They will consist of the same characters most of the time that all exist in the same world. Maybe it'll border PWP (Plot? What Plot?) sometimes, but who knows, there might actually be a reason for this madness.