Of Divinity and Distress: Beauties of Trash

“Well, you’re a rather large fellow.” Christos chuckles slightly watching it slowly move. “There is a weird beauty about you beast.” Cautiously he approaches the beast, gold painting the skin of his forearms now. A reflective trail of gold acts as his shadow in the shallow water. A warning as to what's to come. “I admire your use of nature Trash Beast. I am partially envious of your ability to enjoy it. Though you seem to be plagued by garbage it doesn’t seem to bother you.” Curtains of gold fall over his brown irises, reflecting brilliantly in the sun's rays. “Helios is kind today, offering such brilliant light on the day of your demise.” Christos walks right up beside the beast, his head craned up to get a good look at him once more. With a single touch of his pointer finger liquid gold spreads across the surface like wildfire. A shimmering gold consumed the beast's leg and up the torso. As it begins to harden Christos watches his work complete itself. “Enjoy the afterlife beast. May you just be a nature monster when you arrive.” The gold drips off his body now, the water retaining the golden drops.