Every Monday Dottie over at Tink's Place posts a picture and then on Friday (Flash Fiction Friday) we post a story to go along with the picture. The story has to be about 350 words, give or take.
Daughter of Shadows
Where you doomed from birth? Did you carry the sins of your parents? Did their actions shape you? Did they make you cruel and evil? If you were born of Darkness, did you become darkness?
As the beloved daughter of Pestilence and the Dark God of Shadows (ok beloved was a bit too much, they were there, she was there, that was it), but as this Azariela had pondered over this several times in her life. Was the evil? Her father was the God everyone feared, the God other Gods fought, the God who young heroes tried to take down. He was Darkness itself, he was cruel and unforgiving. Her mother was not evil, she was more a tool of her father’s, but she could still be held in line by others and by prayers. Azariela had no title, she was young and she was her father’s only child. It was not like prophets screamed out in the streets, the Heir of Shadows has been born, but she knew they knew about her. She knew other Gods plotted her demise. But did that make her evil? She had her moments, but she had never killed anyone, maimed anyone or even truly hurt someone. But still she was feared by her father’s lackeys, still she wore black and raven’s flocked to her. Maybe she was evil after all.
She did not really spend a lot of time looking at the outside world. Her mother fled back to her fellow Godlings and was taken in. Pestilence was the subject of the God of Death after all. And Azariela did not see how her father grew more and angrier, how the Demons and monsters prepared for war. How the prophets heralded a new era. How a farmer with a heart of gold would take down Evil and purge the earth. Now she mostly sat in her chambers reading about the world, and trying to decide what to be Goddess of.
But as it always happen the young farmer did kill the God of Shadows and the Gods and humankind rejoiced. And Azariela was brought out in the Big Hall by her father’s lackeys. They placed her on his dark throne and swore allegiance to her. So she sighed and said Let it Be. Her first order was for the farmer to be killed and all his kin slaughtered.
I seems to have been a bit philosophical today with my flash. Not much happened really.