We Rest With Two Wings

[02.03.2025]

The churned ground was soft underfoot, hallowed earth among the concrete rot, growing fungus with its insides scattered with long-dead trash and remnants of whatever. But the grave was a bit nice, unlike the cold, abandoned brutalization itself that had not been reclaimed. It was a reminder of the life that still had been living, at least for a little while.

He held that holy shovel, by which he met Oblivion, his Ether to the Ether, and let it clatter gently to the floor. He let it follow the flowing stream of his direction, dragging it behind himself as he moved forward for a few feet. With a sweeping motion, he set the shining thing on his shoulder. He would have to sharpen the edge again, soon.

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And so, I’ve done it again. I have made a secondary character far too cool and too interesting, and fun, too, of course. I suppose he was a tertiary character, initially, but when you give one an undertaker title and a holy shovel marked by the god Oblivion, they immediately become much cooler.

Ever the Ether be,
Koel out.