We chanced across her in the darkness, a seraphim carved in stone, a fallen angel, cast out from the heavens. Fallen deep below the surface of this world, caged in solid stone.
The machines had long been pillaging the walls of her gaol, working free the trapped carbon – unlock the carbon, warm the atmosphere. Terraforming.
She awoke fifteen years later, surrounded by an alien city, her own kind either extinct or unexcavated.
She awoke and unfurled her weapons – we had awoken Death, our own Destroyer.
A steel –edged hurricane, a frenzied djinn, gorging on the desecration of these mammalian invaders.
Written for the Madison Woods’ Friday Fictioneers.
The image belongs to Lora Mitchell.
Comments and Criticism always welcome!
Got to go, no time to chat, I’m writing today…