God's Creation

Thunder gathered in the midst of the equator and an heavenly descent is upon us. Earth trembled that teared continents, nature fused both wind and water elements; crackling of lightning strike at the head of the volcano and everything muted. Until, the mountain shattered in a giant shockwave that swept across the planet's surface at such ferocity, it warped both time and space. A breed of jet streams energy manifests and one figure stood alone in its evaporation.

Women encaged, trapped on yearning for the master's touch, begging, moaning rocked the soul and hearts of every guard. "Please, master. Can we have a share of your deluxe price?"

"Yes, we silence these callings once it for all!" Another cried. "Please, we beg our lord!"

Two grim eyes unfold in the darkness and rattle entrance swing open. Excited men ran to the doorway, leading to their treasure trove. "Thank you my lord."

He roar to his fellow men. "Boys! Tonight we dine in feast!" Smuggled faced, unshackling belts loosened and drools wet their lips. "WOOOO!"

Armors toss aside like pebbles, ground thumping with footsteps charging toward the tight doorway. Tables, cells, halls are empty and everyone is gone. The moaning of the women grew louder and even louder to a hysterical level, until it completely ceased.

Sweat rain down their necks, ragged shirts with smudges of mud stain and arms move slowly. A crack of whip send pain down their spines, blood bleed from the wound and guards chuckled with misdemeanor. "Lousy dirty sons of bitches, move your ass!" Another cried. "Cah man! We move your wive's ass faster than you." Hooligans cried in laughter as they high five in accomplishment while tired soldiers looked at them in despicable manner. One of them throw down his pickaxe, drawing their attention and approach him. "Ya got a problem? Big boy?"

"Ya think its fun taking our wives and made us your slaves? Have you got any humanity?" The question made the guards shift their glances to each other with nodding heads in acknowledgments. Furies of punches pummel his face, which made him collapse with his hair tugged. "Life's a bitch ain't it? You're in our master's domain, not that pretty world out there and besides, I think your wife enjoy our accompany more than you." he threw his head back to the ground. The man grip the pickaxe, lunged toward him; sword impaled through his chest and blood water down from his mouth. He whisper to his ear: "it's a bit sad, your life isn't worth it. Don't worry though, I'm gonna take care of Lucy and our kids." His foot pushed him away from the sword and the corpse. A pool of blood sink deep in the soil.

Clap. Clap. Clap. Clap.

"Nice work, gentlemen." The guard kneel before the master, solider step back from the sheer intimidation that he emits. "Carry this body out of my sight." He pull the bloody sword and point toward everyone else, "You live or die, simple. Get back to work."

They scramble and continue picking away the rocks, tears mingled with their vision while trying to keep their emotions intact. Laughter filled the air, patting on each shoulder.

"Absolutely fine performance, you have my word on appointing you all as my commander. Now go, I must rest." Each of them left in joy, hallways became silent again. Then later a shadow opened the room and he opened his eyes. Asleep, tired and not wanting to get up. "Guards, please leave. Urgent matters will be discussed tomorrow." The window unhinge open, cold breeze flows in and a sense of peace was felt by the mysterious man. The bed sheet shuffled, continuing to sleep, and breathing calmly. A knife glimmered by the vase, tongue warmed the blade, and taste its vulgar scent. Veins corrupt his arms and creeping up the neck; Canine teeth aroused wild intentions.

"Oh, the perfect weather would be only perfect if there's rain, gloomy fog, and thunder to top it off but all I wanted to say....…"

The irritated master woke up but looked at his room in horror: beastly eyes, hungry expression and sadistic smile.

"I love you."