Literature
Creation
Sunset tinted the sky pink and orange, with stripes of blue like cotton candy smeared across the sky. The castle grew larger and larger as the death angels had multiplied. Despite that, he felt restless and lonely. They were sweet, his death angels. Eager to please and good company, but the immortal needed something challenging. Something new and strange that he had no idea if he could properly control. Would he have to make something, like he had made his death angels, to appease the desire?
Glancing out the paned window, he took in the steadily darkening sky.
Why not?
Why not create something? What held him back? It would be a simple th