To Nothing (Flourite 7, Chocolate-Dipped Strawberry 5, Side A 5)

[wallwalker]

Name: To Nothing
Colors: Fluorite 7, Aflame/Charred to Nothing, Chocolate-Dipped Strawberry 5, Dance, Side A: David Bowie, 5. Everything has changed For in truth, it's the beginning of nothing And nothing has changed → Sunday (Heathen) 
Styles and Supplies: Resin (Battleship, which had a deadline of 8/13) 
Word Count: 406
Rating: M
Warnings: Sexual content
Characters: The Sun and his worshipers
Summary: The ritual held a message: The Sun loves the world, even to the point of his own death.
Notes: Same universe as Devotion, although I'm not sure how to continue this story idea.

The first ritual for the Sisters of the Sun was always an eye-opener. It was the first time that they realized how much he loved humanity, in every way. How much he wanted to give them, despite knowing that if he showed them the full force of his power, it would burn all of them alive.

The second ritual was not one that he found so enjoyable. But he did it to show them that he truly did love them, even to the point of his own death.

The ritual always started with a dance of the initiated Sisters, the ones whose eyes glowed like the sun. This took place deep in the temple, where none of the uninitiated ever set foot, although the sound of the music carried - bells, drums and horns that brought to mind the brightness of morning.

At the height of the music, the god would appear. In this ritual he would not touch his beloved sisters, as much as he wished to be with them; that was a thing for another time. He would stand in the circle of dancers, and his light would shine upon them, and the dancers would quicken.

And as they danced he danced as well, spinning in the center of the room, his light shining brighter and brighter. It pained him, burning him as surely as his full strength would burn his followers, but as it shone it transmuted to something else, filling the hearts of his initiates with love and passion.

The dance would end; the music would die away as the Sisters who played them were also filled with passion. As the light began to die - as the Sun itself began to burn out - the sisters would fall upon each other, kissing and touching, full of the love that the Sun felt for them all. And he would smile through the pain and the cold as his own heat charred him to nothing.

There was no fear or pain among his worshipers, who lay in the darkness, loving each other - hands and breasts and mouths searching each other, moans of passions echoing through the walls. It probably terrified those who were not in the know - passion could sound like pain to those who couldn't see - but it was truly beautiful.

The Sun's consciousness would fade away after that, as the night fell... but he would feel no fear, because he would always rise again.

Comments

[wallwalker]

(AO3 link, which was required for the event I wrote this for: https://archiveofourown.org/works/69007566)

[thisbluespirit]

Oh, very interesting and well done! I like the contrast between the sun-god's reaction and the followers'.

[bookblather]

Oh, how interesting! The description here is really well done.