According to Empedocle's Love and Strife...
A land is yet lonely before, there's no such thing as love nor lone, objectively nothing. That's how Bathala generate Human, he create a figure that can usher joy and sympathy. However, in a planet that conceives happiness alone. It can get dull. Therefore, in recompensing the matter. He had spawned discord.
A destruction.
The superior planned it'll go in a bright path. Everything will be balance, both the love and strife. However, things grew sour within the humankind. Wars tend to develop and later on conquer the entirety like it's the only thing that is essential to human. Strife nearly dominates. Bathala fears the worse.
Contrasting his superiority, He can't go against what's done. Rather he boosts love to everyone.
...for everyone.
"MAYARI! COME FORTH AND I SHALL SLAY YOU!," A girl catch on to afar, while running.
Love? How come love is not destined for Gods? It either departs or despises them. All ending to none! Immortality is nothing if there's no love. And so, what's the point?
"NEVER!" She exclaimed while grasping the sword covered with crimson red from her own blood. "You can't dare lay a finger on me once again. Rather I'll welcome your death before your eyes!"
She kept on running in this blood-shed town until she reached the woods. But her mind is still dumbfounded by how rapidly each scene flashes before her eyes. Overwhelmed by the circumstances.
From a war loss. Treachery in disguise. Merciless killings. Fading love. All at once, rooting back to the start. Maybe that's the price she have to pay for going against the law of the Gods.
The law of the Gods includes that the role given to them that shall be accomplished. When I am here, the moon will nowhere to be found. No individual will take care of my mission except for me. No one will. Its a commitment that I, Mayari, the oldest of the three sky sisters shall do. I oftentimes land from Heaven before sunrise right after I managed my task during the night. Fighting hand in hand with fellow combat warriors, planning the strategies at daytime and yet winning every battles there is to fight. I'm the commander of our trope and so, loyalty accompany me everywhere. However, little did I know that a single absence can cause chaos. He schemed it very well. And even knew my weakness. That damn God is too clever for his own sake, a freaking brainiac.
Now, at present, I've been fleeing from that God, THAT wicked one. He despised me so much that killing all the people I adore in the mortal realm won't meet his satisfaction. He's disgusting!
Shadows kept on following me, it doesn't matter how much the stars shone so brightly here on land when the moon is hiding in tremble. I ran, tiring as it is, I kept on running, away from the God that bellowed from the skies, "No matter how swiftly you get away from me, you can't hide behind my shadows! I will come for you and I will kill you, Mayari!," I scoffed and rolled my eyes, he then continued his words, and I could say, with the tone of his voice, he is getting more annoyed," Unlike you, Mayari or Maya, the so-called name these humans gave you, I've got nothing to lose! Everyone loves you here. And that's enough reason to eliminate everyone here!"
I ignored him and just run.
run
run
fast
FASTER...
The blood is escaping out of my clothes, staining and flowing all throughout the ground. I'm losing my way already. Please, someone help me.
Help me!
He is already at my pace that he boastfully let his shadow minions roam no more. My remaining energy want me to clash until death. Though, in the beginning, Bathala won't agree to this nor do my sisters or even Apolaki.
Being dead here means losing my immortality.
Yet, those are the least opinions that got my head spinning. Rather, I seek vengeance for him, only for him, so fighting a losing battle won't matter as long as I did what I have to do until the end.
"...just for my love, I can give him the moon."
I muttered as I strike my sword and fight him. 'til death.
Nevertheless, it didn't last any longer. Blood gushed within me, it splattered all over me, it trailed from my mouth to the ground. The sword pierced my back then followed the continuous excruciating torment. The agonizing pain continues as he beat every pulp and skin of mine. It felt as if it was never-ending. How ironic for an immortal like me.
I tried to catch my breath and forget the pain.
While he stand impressed that I've been defeated.
"Is that all you've got? A-are you sure?" I mocked, blood sputtering in my mouth. I'm kneeling already on the ground. While the beast of a mild stature looked me with his dark menacing eyes. No one will recognize that he's a God, preferably a demon will be more suitable.
Surely, My love is far more impressed. He loves how I pun. Heh.
"Look at you, your ego is the only thing keeping you alive. No wonder that's the only thing you excel in," a boisterous laugh extends as he offends me.
"My ego fortunately made them love me. Unlike you, who worship you?"
"Worshippers are lowly. People are poisons. I need no one when living in this facade. Everyone can be a traitor or maybe if that man is still alive. He already considers you as one!" he answered.
I can sense my adrenaline rising from such a temper. He won't see nor thought I'll be a traitor not even today. He will understand... He will. Like always.
He loved me.
I'm in daze when I started offense. Yet, I still managed to reminisce him and forget to look at my situation. Love made me do it.
Fore, I uttered no more as my eyes sluggishly transitioned to black. I've been impaled by his sword straight through my chest. "Urgh-" More blood trailing from my mouth. I chuckled.
"So this is what those people call as death, huh..." my notion whispered in the midst of pain.
I can see death now or so I can depict as simply when events started to flash before your eyes. Highlighting both felicity and conflict in your life. Leaving me a statement that mortality is indeed a survival. Any God even Bathala won't comprehend if not perceived.
My body is tired and I'm lying in blood bed as I stare into the cosmic black void along with the stars. There, astoundingly, a white sphere appeared hiding among the clouds as if I'm hallucinating. Suddenly, a deep voice out of the blue, it made me weak as if a lullaby has been sung.
"My child. You suffered enough."
,then a silence follows.
But, a static sound abruptly break the silence.