If beauty were a black

Episode 2

The tale has been passed down for generations, but it’s always the same from here. Beauty had never believed she would ever find love, unlike her, Love remained in his purest form. High up in the clouds only revealing himself to those he saw fit. Much like most people, what Beauty saw as a gift from the master of hearts was a fiction borne out of mystery, intrigue and a chiselled six-pack. Bringing herself to the land of man had tainted her and now she wasn't what she was. Love had never given her his divine gift.

Juhwe showed her the world, they would wander to the hills of Malady's, see the 10 wonders of the valley and fly to the bottom of the tungsten skies. He taught her more about the land of man. Their

cultures, habits, games. He showed her there was more than her little village. He gave her as much as he could offer and as much as she could accept. It was six months of bliss. Stories are that a lot more happened during that period. But then, doesn’t fire run faster than water?

One day Kaha awoke to see her lover looking out the window, holding emptiness in a sack. He turned to look at her and smiled.

“Thank you for loving me. being me. The way you've looked at me all this time despite what I am. It, it’s beautiful”

He paused and seemed to hold to be doing something to his body, meanwhile, Beauty was confused.

“Now the hour of pestilence has come and now I must start what is to be finished”

He grew wings and flew away.

Then chaos and pestilence came.