Nathrangking

#25       

                                                            Supplication of Vanity

Swirling winds that are so rabid that mountains cry out and send tremors rushing forth from beneath the blows that punish them blow upon the world. Terra roars as Aeolus gleefully sweeps across the mortal realm. The avenger grins while his sons violently and mercilessly strip the earth of all that it holds dear. Ribs are shattered into razor-like shards and a dancing frantically beating living heart is bared for all to see. Cities of the living burn in pyres birthed by the purest essence of Vulcan’s immortal soul. Screams rend even the deep, penetrating Tarturus to his very core. Plutus wallows in the dust and cowers in the lowest level of his palace. Bacchus laps up the spilled blood and becomes intoxicated by its power. On high even Jove almighty is a dead monolith of frozen and unfeeling stone. Nature shrinks away from the devastation, but it can find no place that it can call a refuge. “Hear me Nemesis” the Earth cries. This supplication is answered by the silencing of kingdoms. In a forest secluded the huntress girds her bow and plots her hunt. She rises and blows her mighty horn to summon the wielder of the spear to aid her. Minerva and Bellona who are girded for war, ascend as furies and stand by her. Upward they fly those mighty three. Together Bellona and the wisest of the deities turn back the vengeful icy breath that sunders the whole of the world. Diana’s arrows fly true over shields, most mighty dropping spirits into the realm of the damned. Gates sealed before them explode into nothing, but dust  before their eyes. Army after army beg as their limbs are torn away and  cast into the void. Soon they drag down the lord of winds to face judgement. A tribunal they form and throw him to his knees. Oceans of spilled lifeblood turn his garments scarlet and gold. Chains lash him to the earth that he sought so hard to slay. Into darkness he descends as dawn arrives to begin an age of healing.