Forever Mine

A story lived one thousand times over. What was a joyous day turned tragic, tainted by lust and hunger. He relived it each instance his eyes grew weary. Everyone he once knew, slaughtered; killed off like diseased cattle. And he was the person to remain. The memory alone served as its own hell. To what end would this cruel God go to see him suffer, he often asked. Yet, he tried. Over and over again to end this pain but each attempt was met with an almost maniacal laugh that rang his ears to the point of bloodshed. He was trapped in an eternal cycle. Inside of a body that wasn't his, on an Earth that didn't feel like home anymore.

There was this child-like voice yelled from above profusely, pulling Kenneth from of his comatose state. "Get up, you big oaf! You know how Mom gets when you're late for dinner!" The voice bantered on in a giggle, tapping the side his head with their small hand. His eyes slowly peeled open, revealing an unusual dark gray before returning to their original gold hue as Ken gained full consciousness. The air became heavy as tension quick filled the space. Discomfort too chiming in while the siblings gathered themselves to head home. No one waited to keep Mother waiting for very long.

Silent was eventually broken as the younger sibling could no longer contain her curiosity. She glanced up at her brother's hardened face, tugging on his finger with a long pause before finally asking, "What did you see?"

He simply froze, confused and bewildered by suddenly unable to recollect the events for his vision. Unlike the majority of his fellow townsmen; and the vast of Joya, Ken was among the few to possess an infinity for the mystic arts. Coming to him in form of visions, heightened awareness, and the ability to communicate with animals. Visions were the rarest to among his skill set to transpire, and it was even more rare for him not to remember them scene from scene. The notion brought an uneasy to him.

"I'm not sure," He replied, placing his hand atop his kid sister's head. "Don't worry, I'm sure I'll remember it later, Shuri. Let's hurry, it's starting to get dark."

Upon reaching their modern two story home; the two siblings were greeted by their doting mother, who proclaimed to the fact that she were mere seconds away from hunting them with her iron rolling pin: made specifically for beating the most unruly of asses. The family shared a light hearted as the began to set the table for dinner.

Just on the outskirts of town, a woman with grooming red eyes and massive dark horns protruding from her head rested in a tree, staring down upon the unsuspecting populace. "Here," she said slowly, running her nails across her large bust. "I will make feast here. Come feed me, children." Lifting her hand and with a snap, the town slowly began to fill the area with a dark cloud before leaping into the night.