Their legions had swept through the universe, cruel, invincible, enslaving all humans and other creatures on their path.
The harvest of souls would have continued if it had not been for one of their slaves, One with a power that they could not comprehend, the power of Love.
They crucified Her, as they had done to so many others, pitiless, torturing Her small body as She hung, dying.
But then Her call was heard, Her God responded, because She was Love, and She knew Her Daughter was true.
So the Archangels came, lowering Her fragile remains from the cross, and, in Their turn, harvesting the monsters, burning the atoms of their ashes.
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Apocalyptic, Honoré. Powerful write. Love is the only messiah. I like the way you have a female in this role here. (Not so sure about the word “hanged” there though).
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That was intense. Nice job.
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Beautiful and powerful. Interesting mind twist to have a female as the figure on the cross. Written in your own inimitable style :)) Wonderful.
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Phew – very intense! ‘Harvest of souls’ is a beautiful phrase (albeit frightening). And I do like the gender reversal.
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The power of love of the Shekinah. Great write, .
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Wow! I love the mythology arc meets the apocalypse! Very intense and written with passion! Wonderful job with the prompt!
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Definitely powerful, love and retribution…beautiful words!
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I love the feminine take on the Crucifixion, and the way nothing can destroy LOVE.
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