▪︎The Multicoloured Shirt▪︎ 《Captioned》 The Multicolored Shirt He was the most beautiful flower in this entire garden. Bestowed with some divine fragrance that has won him a lot many people. It was his 18th birthday and I wondered why people brought bouquets of pansies, jasmines, roses and poppies for this boy who was himself a variety of the Chocolate Cosmos. I, by the way, am the God of Death who has a very eerily noice fetish of owning and caging the beauty of the most beauteous flowers. Shackle them inside a vase and enjoying the aches they suffer while wilting or you can say dying. And I had found one. In the earth. Not far enough of my reach. So, I called these two envoys to go down to the earth accord him the 'gift of death.' It was a shirt, a multicolored one. Tainted with each and every colour that represented darkness, gloom, melancholy and all other negatively nitid attributes. This shirt was cursed with some sort of spell that once a person wears it he'll be dead immediately. They embellished its beauty with a gift wrap and departed towards the earth, to that rarest of the rare flower. There was a devilish smile on my face. The boy upon finding this bizarre unnamed gift over his stack of presents, opened it with a blink of time. The shirt laying on the box waiting to be put-on. The blackness radiating death, the blue shade, a downcast sky with clouds of despair, the redness depicting the warmth of fresh gore. And their concoction smirking at him. Within a second, he is dead. The envoys carrying his beautiful soul for me as if it wasn't his birthday but mine. And I screamed of happiness to savour the flower withering, dying, fading out being tortured by me, the God of Death. #pennpopcorn #mynetadark #pnpmyneta #deathgod #darkstory #swet_a
