Full Moon

Full moon
"What kind of Goddess allows the sort of thing?" Lyall spat, the ground inside his moghouse moistened by his outrage. "Everything Gui'cul was right, wasn't it?"

He had been drinking, the room stank of it. Loo, full belly, was lying in the bed, but Lyall couldn't keep his voice down.

"It was true, wasn't it? The Gods have abandoned all of us, haven't they? They've left us to our own devices..." Tears welled up in Lyall's eyes. "There's nothing left for us, is there? There's only what we make, there's only right now, right here..." The ground was wet by his tears, by his sorrow.

"There is nothing left, except hatred for the powers that left us, is that right...? There's only what the twisted Kuluu taught is, wresting power from the powers that Were, things that left us to die on our own, guideless!

"What about Alberic?! Why didn't Bahamut show him what lay in wait for him? Nothing left except sorrow... Nothing except regret, and solitude..."

Lyall's outrage manifested in a sphere, floating before his fireplace, white hot and more virulent than a newly-active volcano.

"There's nothing else, is there? Protecting ourselves from the void, living in spite of your Grand Design? I reject it all, and I bring life into the Lie. I hate you, I hate you the most of all things..." Lyall wept into his floor, knees bowed before the fireplace, hands limp and impotent. There was nothing else, nothing except living in spite of "Gods", in spite of the things that once granted life. Lyall felt abandoned by higher power, and nothing left except his love for his wife and wanting to keep his and his own as far from the void that is death as far as possible. There is no Heaven, no Goddess; They have long abandoned common Man and his wife. There is no Devout, no reason to believe. There is only surviving, and hating.

Life is hated, life is defiance, and Lyall had more than enough to survive, to defy. There was only fighting within him, only hatred, only spite. The cryptonberry had seen it, and the world would feel it. There was only surviving to spit in the eyes of the creator, only being more than the "Goddess" had ever seen possible.