Chosen

He noticed though that this light came from his heart,  the heart itself was black and draining itself to its last reserves produce this light. The anointed was shocked, the man was killing himself for this fight, yet couldn't even see it He continued to observe, seeing his directions ahead of people like a swerve, more than most. He saw him do acts in other's favor, like a host, he saw him touch his fellow blinded ones the most and his warmth was what they craved, but the man knew not of this light willingly, his bliss, that which others no longer only kept that last obtained amount, as if it were all they ever wanted yet that was what he did materialize and was being robbed of. Oblivious to it, he saw him do much for one he especially felt for, and once he noticed they loved him back, in small and in brief momentshe felt love like a thunders clack, yet something amazing happened to this man when such occurred, Inside the source of his light, like a blur, a bright change would spark forth, as if recharging his old battered heart But it was only enough to keep him going, and with obliviousness to it he wouldn't know it was saving him from molding and the anointed saw how his loop although not circular, ran on similar traits. His was a doomed fate, willingly dying so others could feed on his wake, his light, even though unseen it was still the most sought after thing. His life would end giving his last breathing gasp to another, he felt sad for this man, almost as a mother, but could not pity him it wouldn't get past the smoulder, so he decided he would bless this man in a way he had never done. He revealed himself to the man, in full spectrum of his awing throne, almost blotting out the mans own light entirely out of sight. The man for this moment, bathed in such light, could see the anointed, could feel his might, he panicked to the sudden appearance of such glory, giving the anointed only enough time to do his task, he reached out his hands spilling of the light. He placed them over the mans life, light of all color pouring into his black vacuum of a sight, filling it past boundaries, the light was so much the man began burning from it. Crying in agony, the anointed only ignored his shouted pleas, only saying one thing.