Glossary of Love and Art Forms: Adore
ə-ˈdȯr verb -to worship or honor as a deity or as divine
- to regard with loving admiration and devotion
She laughed out loud, twirling in her toes as she listens to her favorite artist's song. The familiar feeling of euphoria swirled in her chest as she enjoyed the afternoon sun hitting her face. She sang out loud, a beautiful melody playing in the background as she dance swaying her hips, feet bare, white dress flowing almost unrealistically. She feels magical, she looks magical. She's unaware of the pair of eyes staring at her with adoration, almost a glint of obsession in its eyes.
The song ended, and she finally opened her eyes, her smile slowly dissipating as she looked up. Her piercing blue eyes met an unfamiliar hazel brown one. She didn't feel terrified, nor she felt disgusted instead the genuine smile that she had less than a minute ago slowly made its way to her face as she played another song, she took a deep breath, listening to the next song that washed away the angsty feeling that suddenly roused, almost chocking her.
She let go, and she danced once again. Now fully aware of not one but thousands of pairs of eyes now watching her. She fixed the flower crown on her head as the sun started to set. The fire started to surround her, tears starts to paint his beautifully tinted red cheeks. She danced and danced as the song turned into screams of pain from people, she smiled once again. She can feel their adoration, their love, their devotion to her. She looked up once again, and the same person still watching her with a smile on its lips. The person started making its way to her, a small gasp leaving her lips as she witnessed the very person didn't burn nor flinched when it crossed the fire surrounding her.
The person slowly removed their mask, a beautiful woman now staring at her with such devotion and understanding she always craved, and yearned for. The woman kneeled, she kissed not her god's hands, she wouldn't dare. She kissed the hem of the dress of her god. "I am here not to only devote myself to you, as I was an angel, your beauty enticed me to let my wings be taken and burned away. You are the only thing I will ever want and need, as the devil comes to pray to you, choosing to burn for all eternity just to get a glimpse of your beauty, I know I'm not so different. I beg you to take me, as the day that I won't be blessed to praise you is the day that I'll be feeling the cold embrace of death and harsh hands of suffering".
Klariela, she was one of the first human that the gods created. Like the majority of them, she disobeyed. Now cursed to dance day and night, not only for the gods entertainment but for the thousand of souls swimming around the lake of suffering around her. She was spared from the scream of agony of people in the morning. She was loved, people choose hell just so they can worship her. So they can watch her dance for eternity. The angel wasnt any different from the souls burning and surrounding them. She was also captured by the beauty of Klariela.
She looked up to her new found god, she served the gods for million of years, as for reward they granted her wish. To dance with the woman she admired since she was first created to serve and protect the great palace in heaven.
They continued to stare at each other, lifting the veil of their soul just so one can peek at the other. Their eyes talking, and no words left their lips as the other stood up. The scream of people in agony and cry as their music, danced together, the moon as the witness of their newfound love that'll not only last for decades but for eternity. It was all she every wanted.