There it sits. The stone figure from the Otherworld. It taunts me with its beauty. The magnificent doves in my master's hand...they are a lie. It is all a lie. Except for His likeness. And there are birds. Only they are savage, evil things. Meant to keep their master's subjects in line. Like me. Only I escaped. To the beautiful human world where my violent skills don't matter. They aren't needed for a power crazed master. Because He is not here.
But now the thing taunts me. My master, with His closed loving eyes and soft fingers. This is not Him. This is not my master. This figure looks holy, wonderful, magnanimous.
He is not my master. He will never be again.
Inspired by Magpie Tales.