hatred

today in the labyrinth it was a calm autumn evening, the weather was taking its toll and with each passing day it was getting colder and colder, which is why many residents have already started wearing warmer clothes to keep warm. But not Chaos, she was in her favorite suit as always, of which only a light summer cloak that fluttered in the wind kept her warm. The girl was sitting in the garden, under the canopy near the palace and was thinking about something of her own, the emotions on her face were hard to understand, but in her eyes there was obvious confusion, as if something was still bothering her and not giving her peace, maybe resentment? Anger? Or maybe all together..

Several months passed after the death of the World, Conscience and Hatred did nothing but deal with what the World had left behind: destruction, contaminated lands, unresolved conflicts and the like. Chaos could not catch conscience in order to talk about something, it was not only time that prevented it, but also its personal ego, which could not allow it to talk again with someone who in some sense deprived you of a lot.*

The last few years in the Labyrinth were relatively calm, the life of everyone in the city flowed like a small river in a clearing, where the lands were as fertile as possible, everyone had already forgotten the dictatorial ruler of the World, whose laws were terrible in relation to the peaceful population. In his place stood the well-known Conscience and Hatred, whom many loved and respected, they complemented each other, as if they were originally created to be side by side for life.

Lately, the meetings were held more often than before, the rulers began to discuss plans for the future, of course not without scandals, which ended as quickly as they began. Hatred himself did not like frequent contact with society, but his duty obliged him to go there, so he could not do anything.

At the end of another meeting, when everyone had dispersed and left the hall, Hatred, tired and fucked up, went out into the quiet garden, where peace was creeping in from all sides, allowing the dragon to collect his thoughts and be alone with himself.