It was light shining on that dark alley on the backside of a suburban bar. It was the place where the owner would discard the garbage, which means that at this hour of the night you wouldn''t have found a single living soul right here. Even so, that night happens to be there a homeless person.
The man was somewhat old, having gray eyes and a dirty and exhausted face which the world has not shown gentleness to.
He was standing by a dumpster on fire which he light it off by himself to keep the cold off. The next day the people living close by will complain a lot due the burnt smell which would have gotten attached on about everything around here. The homeless man himself didn''t care for it, the next day also he would have made sure to make himself seen afar from here.
The cold these day was a scary beast which would kill people without even battling an eye, that which people''s curses couldn''t properly do to a man such himself who has no dignity left on him. True to that, the homeless has probably forgone his own humanity long ago, such that that which still remains is nothing more then a cold shell which refutes to die.
Was with him a old street dog who was left without one of legs. In it''s left eye, which gives a sinister feeling with it''s unfeeling cloudiness it reflects itself the figure of a strange creature which has not been standing there just a few moments ago, probably.
Just how long has it been standing there and watching them?
The homeless man and his dog found themselves forced to admire that which stares at them with those so much curios eyes that seems to be glowing by their own light.
The creature, which form is starting to resemble a human, open his mouth from which words comes out.
"Can I just touch you? Just making sure to being real and all."
His was a hoarse voice which somewhat shows it''s a he while still giving off feminine vibes which cares for the listeners. The homeless man felt as if his own legs were giving up on him, it was without realising that the man got himself still standing by helping himself on the dumpster on fire. The hurting hotness of his burning skin hands did little to wake him up from the dreamy state of his mind. Still close by, the old street dog has fallen on it''s only foreleg left, giving the impression it was prostrating itself to a god.
"What do you want from us?" The homeless man said by forcing himself to talk. The image of his only old friend shivering without control has probably given him the courage which the showing bones of his burnt hands had not to. Even then, in the homeless man''s voice there could be found a feeling of wanting to hear that paradisiacal voice at least one more time.
The creature smiles at him, giving off the resemblance of could having been a human, as if. With the towering figure, standing well above two meters, probably being halfway to three meters of tallness, and the long red hairs which were showering the night with their burning light, and the nine long things which stood out as tails from his behind by embracing his nude figure ... How was this being a real thing standing in front of him and smiling such a wide mouth?
It was too much unrealistic of a vision, looking as if a 3d model of a anime character has jumped off from a monitor and into our world there right in front of him of all those who could have rejoiced from such a encounter, of which he himself takes no part, even now when his own heart has been seized from him.
Such a beauty that this dirty world of ours could not possibly give birth to.
It could only be the bountiful fruit of a dreamy night, the apex which one would wake up at just to discover it was all most in your mind.
A living dream shown to the wide open eyes of a man on fire.
"Oh, so you''re real ."
The creature cold touch reaches upon the hot whiteness of the homeless man''s face. That cold, while giving a temporary relieve, seems to stokes the burning flame by which the man''s body is being eaten.
Even then, the homeless man struggled hard to swallow the disappearing scent. Right now, the homeless man would be glad to give up upon life just to be contented by a last touch of that sweet fragrance. If only ...
The creature''s interest was like snowflakes, evaporating at an alarming space by the hotness of the fire reaching out to it. Giving it a thought, the creature came down to the lying dog whose head it lovely cares upon, uncaring of the many parasites and bacteria living upon it.
"An Angel." Said the burning soul of the still living man. ''Am I being blessed by god? But why?'' Was his thoughts.
"I would say the devil." Was the answer which the creature has given to the homeless man''s plead. The creature, now resembling a human more then the beast it takes part of, start showering the world with the shining lights of his green eyes while smiling a full teeth.
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The last burning left of the homeless man''s soul grazes upon the new face which shows upon the creature''s visage, now a perfect picture of a teen girl, probably no older the eighteen.
"At last I''m home." Such words comes off by the mouth of the he-she. Their eyes, externality glowing with their own light, shows a dark side when a glistening tear brings down sorrow by his cheeks. Those teary eyes bring themselves upon the homeless man''s old heavy jacket from which pocket he-she picks a phone dirtied by blood. The phone''s screen shows a date: 12 Settembre 2025.
It seems like the last owner was from Italy.
"Today is my birthday. You, would you pass me your present for being present my party?" The whispering of the he-she whose eyes shows such sad emotions that it brings down one''s hear brings off a natural feeling of wanting to wash off the tears from his pretty face. So it was stronger then he could resist to when with the last dregs of his strength he did just that, unknowing dirtying that perfect visage. That is which brings that being back to his own feet. When which a dull sound the homeless man''s body meets the cold hardness of the city, the night which has been seemingly on a stop seems to flow again.
The burning homeless man was so brought to coldness, gaining relief from his burning pains.
"Ah, I''m sorry." The face of shyness shows itself on the visage of the he-she who appears realistically sorry for what has just occurred, which brings his hands to gently caress the face of the now dieing homeless man. "I seriously didn''t want any of this to happen. But you know, you really forced me into doing it."
"You see," The creature smiles from behind the he-she''s face, then bringing himself to watch the darkness on his back from which darkly shines the last bits of the enduring and blaring gush in the space fabric from which he come off. "It was not easy to get back home, and you showing me this face of reality just as I bring successfully my ass back here is giving me the worst kind of vibes."
The creature''s gaze fell off to the still burning dumpster from which the figure of a man is still clear showing.
"Or is it a woman''s?" He-she thought out load while viewing the bright violet from bits of the pants that has yet to completely turn black from the burning of the coals.
"Who knew what exactly Gaia was thinking when she got me here, right here and now. You know, Gaia is like the perfect mother in that she does not make any distinction between us, his sons-like creature which it takes care of. But seeing it like this, she''s also not difficult from the cold intelligence which we communicate to through our invisible helpers. But I love to think that it does not completely ignore those people''s prayers, like the one here. Just, Gaia does not works directly against you inhumane things, it just brings monsters like me to monsters like us to which is left the ultimate right to judge you trash. So, at the end of everything, it''s not that god does not exist; it was, I was late at coming."
"Do you also believe so, my old friend." The he-she, now completely close to a human female in the resemblance of her body, do smiles to the book which was in her left hand while waiting an answer which does not come soon.
"W- wh -yy.. " The homeless man, showing a vitality which a beatle would be jealous of, refutes to simply e silently die in peace for he is even putting a show of a man wanting to get back on feet.
A heartless men, and in the most true sense of the word.
"Why make it so hard? Couldn''t you simply go on with your unlife elsewhere?" She watch that which she was certainly was once a human, in his one distorted and dark way, standing firmly on his own two feet and walk. The hollow thoracic cavity shows prettily in his own dark way now that all the blood had drain from it. That which shines in his lifeless eyes can be called obsession, but surely that does not help in giving it the strength to linger off in this world of living. It''s more like now that the attraction force from the afterlife is gone the dead simply can''t leave, resting in this place inside a body which cannot fill in life any longer.
That which it is no longer resembles the living nor brings to this reality the true face of death.
Still, it''s also true that the called time has yet to come.
Or she would have received a notification about it.
[You could make it truly, my master]
A voice soundless, like meaning floating from a distant place to your mind by simply willing it.
Like words from a book making itself more real then the world you live into.
"Failure was never being contemplated in first place. Of course, this is comforting, since I might take it easy by taking more cautious steps." She answer to the sweet talking book. After, they both that the after so much has been sacrificed they can only work to succeed.
While they exchanging the information coming out of their analysis of earth''s current air and the vibrations from the earth''s underworld, which their minds views as a existential net which is seemingly connecting every living thing to one other, the homeless man''s undying body falls to his knees without anyone forcing it to it. It just seems to lack that which might be necessary to empowering it to move.
Still, it will not vanish by itself. Probably, if it''s left alone it will find a way to move.
It was unlucky cause she, by simply existing in the same place and moment as it, is suppressing it''s chances of making it fast and real.
Even so, it''s not going to last forever, eventually it will emerge as a new being and by then, if she has force the issue, she herself with be made an example of possible evolution.
That''s the very kind of horror that she and every single damned living thing in this world forsaken from god is bound to confront eventually, maybe sooner then later.
[It''s not alive, can''t even die]
"It exists as a fragmented infinity. It exists by force of being itself yet can''t get itself to move outside of it''s fixed limits. So it extend it''s reaches in a place we cannot perceive so that it can connect to us, to steal from us till the point of becoming us, in it''s perceived perverted own way."
She came back to this world after what seemed a whole eternity spent in a place where the common you''re forced to live for is alien, yet just by being here for no more then five minutes the cold she perceived is above anything the alien world made her feel.
"It''s truly cold."
[Unbelievable so]