He’s had the earring for as long as he can remember. He doesn’t know where he got it, or from who.
He’d always assumed
it was something he’d found in the depths of Hell long ago: something dropped
from the worlds above.
It was small,
bizarrely shaped, and a dazzling shade of blue that Keith liked to think would
resemble the sky of the human realm. He’d only ever seen pictures in books,
though those were faded beyond comparison. And the stories he’d heard from the
people who ended up in the Underlands never spoke of the sky as one specific
colour, so it was hard to tell.
He could never truly
believe their words anyways, seeing as Hell was filled to the brim with liars.
But he’d always been curious as to what made the patrons so inclined to tilt
their heads upwards in times of strife, seeking something in the dark abyss
above. They wouldn’t find it there, no matter how long they looked, as their
eyes would drift back down eventually, crestfallen and broken.
It made Keith even
more curious about the sky, and he’d chosen to believe that the earring he wore as a pendant was a piece of it. Shattered and discarded, like most of the things that ended
up here.
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