Today's submission is a YA Fantasy.
Ophidian paced, his black form shadowing the golden gates. He could see portions of the Garden, a place he knew so well and still desired to enter, but this time he wanted to rule. His wings pressed tightly against his back and hid under his cloak. He glared at the two beings dressed in white, their wings stretched out to full form. They did so to intimidate him. It worked, but he was determined. Their wings glowed, outlining them in a golden hue. Their mouths opened and praises floated from their lips.
He’d sung those same words once, but now they only made him cringe and his insides churn. The Creator was near.
"What is it you want, Ophidian?" The voice came from just beyond the gates. A sudden brightness forced his eyes to the ground.
"I want your creation."
"It is not yours to have."
"You believe so strongly in what you've made and yet they deny you. They worship other gods. They mock you and curse your name. When will you learn and give up on them?"
"Then I want Paragon." He tried to make his voice sound bold. He could never be The Creator's equal and envy burned like fire inside of him. One he could never extinguish.
"Your arrogance has always been your downfall. I know My creation. And I don’t need them to defend Paragon."
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