In his head (Full lit. version)He fell.Falling thru the sky towards the cities, or at least what was left of them.Four scattered around.The winds licked his face, enjoying his pain and any pain it could find.They were fat. Fat from them and from him. It had two heads. The first head was smoky and barely visible. It fed off of what it could find. It ignored him, not caring for his taste. The second head was much more visible and wore a great smile. The pain it cause him was his meal, and was very much enjoyed.The wind spat their names, Deitor and Contipotent.Out of a great oddity Deitor reach it's sharp hands towards him out of pity. In hate, he didn't give it the pleasure.So, he continued his descent, though not for long for a Great Black Bird with three heads swoops up, grabbing him. The first head stared at him with sorrow and depression. The second head stared at him with fierce anger and ignorant justice. It screeches, “How are you still around, free? You must have friends in high places. You're EVI
Argument“ARE YOU SERIOUS?!” “Why on earth should they do that? Shouldn't the higher beings take care of that, like the Gods or the Sprites?!”“The Gods are being hunted by that monster, Omn, and the Sprites don't, and won't, deal with problems of that nature.”“So What! It is their existence too!” “You don't get how powerful they are, do you? When this one is falling down, crumbling, they will gather together, and jump ship. Hop into the next existence. So why care if this ship sinks.”“Why don't we enlist those stuck up Sprites to take care of Omn, so those Gods can do it?”“You try talking to those bastards.” “Ain't there one she punished? Isn't he weakened?” “He may be weakened but his ego has not. Do you suppose he can convince his brethren?""If they are so high-and-mighty can't the one take care of it, so he only has to convince one other?