2 – Blood Red

Sulfur still did not know who he really was, nor what the reason for his presence on this earth was. But he did not have the time to think about it more because a strange sensation then made itself felt. It was a bit like a call that resonated with the depths of his being. Intrigued, he examined the surroundings. Seeing nothing special, Sulfur knew that the answer lay elsewhere. His milky white pupils landed one last time on his old wooded acquaintances, then he nodded to let them know that it was time for him to continue his quest.

The excitement caused by the awakening of the creature had now calmed down. It gave way to a joyful guard of honor behind which one could feel a hint of sadness to see him already leave. However, all the inhabitants of the forest knew well that they were not the only ones to wait for the coming of the Saviour and that they could not monopolize it further.

Guided by the strange sensation, Sulfur set out. Sneaking between the trees in search of his identity, he admired the animals that inhabited the place. Seeing them full of life fills her heart with an unknown joy. Here and there, his path was dotted with snow pearls and the more he sank into the woods, the more small white flowers appeared. It ends up leading to a clearing and the spectacle he saw there, enchanted him. Wherever his opalescent gaze rested, it was only a profusion of delicate white bells gently lulled by a gentle breeze.

Suddenly a squall made the snowdrops fly away and a ball of white fur appeared in the center of the clearing. Before he had time to understand what it was, Sulfur saw a pair of white pupils staring at him. The contrast was striking. On one side, a being of immaculate purity with eyes just as pristine; on the other, a being dark as night with eyes that are also immaculate.

First surprised by this appearance, Sulfur saw the strange creature heading towards him. Her fur, infinitely soft, swayed under the effect of the caress of the wind. She was beautiful. Neither too big nor too small. His silhouette ended with nine long tails with a blood-red tip at the ends. Other marks, also red, were drawn on his forehead. No doubt that this was a member of the earthly people who once roamed the expanses of this world.

The majestic fox bowed before Sulfur. Although he was blind, he knew or rather, he felt that he was facing the one everyone had been waiting for so long. Plunging his dead gaze into that of the fantastic creature, sulfur could not help shivering. The strange sensation had returned, more intense than ever. He then extended his hand to the symbols that adorned the fox’s forehead. As soon as he grazed them, they turned into a dark red gem. Then the stone began to shine brightly.

Images filled the Saviour’s mind. He saw sparkling objects falling from heaven. It was as if the stars were crashing on this earth, transforming rivers into rivers of blood, burning with their brilliance the eyes of living beings who met their passage.

Sulfur looked at the carmine-colored sphere that was in the palm of his hand. By itself, it symbolized all the blood that was once shed in these places by the earthly people. A new memory and one more step towards who he was.

He crouched down and gently caressed the head of the millennial fox. No words were exchanged but the message was nevertheless conveyed: I am here. The next moment, the white nine-tailed creature vanished as if carried away by the breeze. His mission was over and his mind had been appeased.