For
many days, Icais watched the Taylors; analyzing their conduct and their flaws,
only to accentuate them. Every day he
sowed scorn between the parents as he gave nightmares to
the little John of what was to come. Every other night, Mr. Taylor would go out
for drinks and each time he’d arrive more wasted than before. With each drink
came new fights and more violence between him and his spouse; their son watched
with terror how his, not so pleasant, dreams came true.
One night Mr. Taylor came in drunk,
almost drowned in alcohol and drugs. The
time was now and the timing was the perfect excuse. When he got home to his surprise and
provoking in him a rage beyond description, Mrs. Taylor was packing up to leave
him.
Icais
possessed the body of the “man of the house” and struck Samantha across the
jaw, making her collide against the kitchen counter, knocking down plates and
utensils. With all the noise, little
John came out of his room to find his father stabbing his mother to death. At that moment, little John was no long able
to recognize the man standing before him and Icais transferred himself from one
John to another. Since the body was smaller, the feelings were more immense.
Mr.
John Taylor looked with horror as he realized what he had done and when he saw
his son, change before his eyes, little John no longer looked like the helpless
and innocent little boy he was. Instead
his face seemed enraged, evil, almost animal and wild and he ran towards him
yelling. The cries of anger brought a
chill down the man’s spine that wouldn’t let him move. Little John’s eyes were empty and pitch
black, and tears of blood were sprouting from them as he plunged himself, with
knife in hand, at his father.
With
each grunt was a deeper stab into Mr. Taylor’s chest. To Icais’ amusement, he was enjoying what he
was doing more than he thought he would.
His job was almost done. Mr.
Taylor lay lifeless under them. Only one
more thing to do…
Icais looked at himself in the reflection
of the bloodied knife and saw the change he provoked in little John. With a malevolent smile splashed with blood
across his face, he stabbed himself (little John) and left the body to die.
With his last breaths little John saw Icais and the look that came to the boys
face provoked in the fallen angel a sort of remorse, but it didn’t last a
single second. Little John’s last breath
was gone and took whatever feeling was residing in the fallen angel along with
it.
Icais
stayed until his master arrived to approve the work that had been done. Luke showed up after a couple of hours,
looked at Icais to see if he found any feelings inside his new black soul and
nodded with approval at his new servant.
He was pleased with the outcome of Icais’ first mission. A few more jobs and he would find himself at
Luke’s right hand.
Almost
instantly Icais received visions of his next jobs. Rape, torture and death is all he witnessed
and in all of his visions he was the cause of the crime.
Love always,
Your Lonely Angel
