WAR PLAGUED MANKIND ITSELF, & they are forced to become savages, to wear masks that only monsters dare to grin. so, the girl coolly watches the man, but the cool rush of displeasure turned the hard steel of her blood into molten lava. what once was a bland stare, has now shimmered with a sort of defiance that she has learned from her peers.
` God,` the moniker of this deity taints her tongue, as if it were filth to her. & normally, this hollowed girl would have casted ignorance, but this G O D who has refused to meddle with their poverty,
——-why should she care about His morals?
a man may not slay another, but she has seen enough of it, & she has grown numb as soon as her mother’s throat gushed a bubbling red.
` he never cared.
so i don’tcare for him.`
Since the dawn of man, every echelon of God’s creation had warred
against one another and with divine intervention or not battles raged on
—- the harsh truth has been hard to swallow for centuries, but even
the garrison cannot stop a war without fighting. That means more blood,
more death, devastation on massive scales, and potentially the end of
the world entirely.
“You must have faith.” O’ Castiel who has been smote and downcast
from heaven, still preaching about the very things that threaten to topple his
stability daily and even at this very moment doubt eats away at his inner being.
“There are some things even Angels can’t do.” That harsh truth
rings through his mind clear as day; Even the Angels are not powerful enough
to control mankind’s warlike disposition. Once they step in only one thing is
