There was a crusade last night. No one noticed, no one cared, as was to be expected. Humanity, so selfish, cannot see the eternal war of sun and shadow all around them, how would they recognize the difference between their own clashings and that of a higher cause? Some humans evolved further than that, and recognized the shadows and the sun were not insignificant. Shadow told me to prepare last night, we were going on a crusade. Understood. Tied up the bandages on eye extra tight, took the Child-Toy to a safe spot in an abandoned and unknown shack to rest. Child would be massacred if he went there. There was even a chance I would be too.
A god died last night. No one noticed, no once cared, as to be expected. Shadow has taken over another god's domain, swallowed it whole like a serpent to a frightened, shivering, horrified little mouse. When humanity sees 'god', they look to the skies, the clouds, they look too high and never notice the deities all around them. Humanity is stupid. Worship not the sky, humans cannot fly. Seek not the invisible, understand first the seen. Looking for ghosts while unable to see within themselves. Seeking some form of holy existence without defining 'holy' or 'existence'. Stupid, foolish humans.
With Shadow, the darkness fought and we won a temporary war. The nameless god put up a fight with her follower, but did not expect to see Shadow rise up and assault her from behind, those large tendrils of pure power piercing through. So awed was I, I had neglected to pay attention and the nameless god sliced my belly open in passing through death writhing. I was close enough to use what I was given by Shadow, cannot describe it here for the sake of privacy but, managed to take down the oppositional deity, pinned it down with my spirit as Shadow feasted. It pierced my chest but not my skin, grabbing at my lungs and tearing into tissue, mere death throes.
I watched a god's life flicker and die in my hands.
Shadow was quick to come to my aid once the feast had finished, filling my injured lungs with the stolen power and healing enough to keep me alive long enough to help myself. Could feel Shadow's power, strong, vibrating the air with the eternity caged within. Shadow left, to do what is necessary to stake the new claim, leaving me to fetch the Child-Toy once again. Once there, I stitched my open wounds with the knitting needles and thread- nowhere near as superior as that of the buildings of white and needles and pills, but it will do.
I am... proud to be a follower of Shadow.