Thursday, February 20, 2014

an angel torn part 12


Icais looked at his master confused.

-“Just do as you’re told. Your mission is Lillian.  Peter will be handled by Zael.”  Luke said. He couldn’t contain the smile at the surprised look that was splattered all over Icais’ face.  “All will be known in time” was all he answered to the unmentioned question that ran through the mind of his soon to be right hand. 

Suddenly two other demons came into the throne room, got on their knees and were up once pardoned. 

-“News from upstairs” said the first demon. He was a normal looking fellow; at least compared to the other demons.  The other one, on the other hand seemed more ‘angel-like’.  If it wasn’t for its red wings it would’ve been confused with one. Luke observed how Icais tried to make sense of what he was seeing until he finally interrupted the demon’s train of thought.

-“She’s of a neutral species.” Luke clarified. Icais glanced at Luke and then back to the one of the ‘neutral species.

-“She’s born of angel and demon alike.” Luke kept explaining. Meanwhile the red-winged entity looked at the ground waiting for Luke to allow him to speak. “They have no real loyalty to either side.  They’re considered celestial demons or infernal angels.  They’re free creatures enslaved to the fact that they don’t belong.” Icais only looked more confused with every word that came of Luke’s mouth.

-“But how is this possible?”  He asked.

-“Have you ever encountered a succubus?” Luke asked him.  Icais smirked and instantly understood.  Then another question ran through his mind, but before he could ask, Luke was already answering.  “Yes, a succubus can love.  It’s rare and it was an irritation at first but then i learned to use it to my advantage.  The process is simple.  Every succubus is made to love only one entity.  Whether it’s human or angel or demon, they’re made to love only one other.  Not all of them find that one other spirit, but when they do, well, the other is most likely to give in.  Red here, and that’s her name for you, was “born” about a century ago.  Does the Big Guy upstairs know about this? Yes! I’m surprised he never mentioned them.  I’m sure you heard the story of the archangel that gave himself in lust. No one knows which on it is and what happened. Well, except the Big Guy and me, of course. He and i made a deal. I keep the indiscretion of his son quiet and he lets me keep the spawn.  The mother died giving birth and i took her as my own.”

Once everything seemed more clear, Luke glanced at Icais and the, once confused, demon understood that he had to leave. As Icais left, Luke signaled Red to begin sharing what news she had from the heavens.  But before she could speak, Luke noticed that something was wrong.  He looked into Red’s eyes and saw what his ‘daughter’ had encountered.  Red was trembling while Luke was filled with a rage that ran right through him.  He put his right hand on the first demon’s chest and instantly, it was imploded.  He transferred his essence into Red and she was instantly recovered.

-“What, the hell, happened?” Luke asked. His tone gave out a hint of fear. “What was the entity that attacked you?”

-“That’s the news that was brought from upstairs.  It’s a new breed; not born but created, like you and the other elders. Up till now all i can say is that they possess an ability to specifically counteract any force caused by my kind. I couldn’t fight him.  He calls himself ‘Uran’ and he seems like a celestial demon but he’s made, not born.”

Red waited in silence until Luke decided to respond. For a few minutes there was complete silence.  “There’s another thing.” Red stated. Luke glared at her, waiting for her to speak.

-“Well tell me what it is?” Luke demanded.

-“The prophecy sir…” Red hesitated for a few seconds, but she didn’t dare to try Luke’s patience. “It hasn’t changed, sir”

Luke’s expression went from anger to an uncontrollable rage. Red disappeared instantly while Luke burned everything in his way.

Tuesday, February 18, 2014

introducing Zoriah


There are many questions that we ask ourselves throughout life.  When we’re children we ask ourselves “What am I?” The older we get the more complicated questions are. “Who am i?” or “Why am I here?” “What’s my purpose?” and “How will I get there?”
 My name is Zoriah, I’m 15 years old and I’m still stuck on the first question.  My birth parents are dead so I can’t ask them.  My adoptive parents are still trying to figure it out and the people around me don’t have a clue as to how I’m different, they just think I’m some pale chic with red eyes and white hair; but I am so much more.

I may not know exactly what I am but I can tell you that I’m sweet, fun (not that anyone would notice” and all though I prefer to be alone I always have my best friend Lilly.  She’s different and somewhat scary but she’s just angry because of the way people treat us. They push us away and look at us as if we’re freaks.  I don’t mind though. At least she’s not treated like a lab rat in her house.
 Anyways, back to me.  My parents, the Brooks, are geneticists. They refer to me as a perfect specimen.  My sisters, Rose and Taliah, are also adopted, but they say that I’m a freak and I should’ve stayed in the alley where my parents found me.  I still don’t know what they mean like that. I have absolutely no memory about my life before the Brooks took me in.  The kids at school say I’m awkward and that it seems I came out of a horror movie and Lilly says that I have the potential to kill them all…

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introducing Lilly


Do you believe that there’s darkness inside everyone?  When you look at the people around you, and you observe them, what do you see?  Do you only see kindness?  What about the quiet girl in the corner? You think there could be a chance that she’s not as sweet as she seems?
My name is Lilly.  I’m best friends with that quiet girl in the corner; Zoriah is her name.  I’m 15 years old and my hobbies include observing the people around me, intimidating those that think I’m a freak and making sure that Zoriah has a hint of reality in her life.  Sometimes she lives in her own world.  I don’t blame her though; she’s practically a lab rat at her house.  Her fantasy world is probably better than her reality. Me personally, I don’t have much to say about my family.  My parents died in an accident when I was young. My brother left and I know nothing about him since. 

I’ve been living around but I spend all of my time with Zoriah.  She’s all I have and I’m all she has.  Of course spending all of my time with her requires putting up with her stupid sisters.  I honestly can’t stand them.  Rose is an easy push-over that spends most of her time talking on the phone with her boyfriend. (There’s something strange about that guy). Talia is a skank. She spends her “priceless” time screwing herself, her boyfriend and Rose on special occasions.

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Wednesday, February 12, 2014

An Angel Torn Prt 11


Little John was stabbing himself over and over again. With every thrust came a sharp pain that crossed Icais’ chest until the child was finally to his knees. Before he took his last breath he looked at the man before him as he turned into is true form; a bat winged man with veins that made him look “like a volcano” the little boy though.  Little john pointed at Icais and called him “angel”.  Hearing that word brought shivers down his spine when all of a sudden, the child disappeared and in his place stood the one person that did know him as an angel. Solange was standing there in front of him with her blood in her hands.  When he looked twice, he realized what he was doing and with all the hate in the world he finished her off as a scream of rage ran through the empty black halls of his mind until he finally woke up from his nightmare and saw that he had killed his gargoyle…again.

After letting out a sigh of frustration he got up and washed his hands, put a fire in the center of his corridor where he made his spells, rituals and offerings for his father, Luke.  He took the blood of the corpse and spread it through the fire. The flames turned black and diminished slowly as his pet was being reborn.  The gargoyle looked at his master with disdain so, to make up for the mishap, he summoned one of the souls going to waste and chained it up for his pet to feed. After the meal, it seemed to be more content.

-“Blame the nightmares.” Icais said as he looked at the gargoyle who stared back at him with a hint of confusion.

-“Icais, his highness wishes to see you” stated a messenger at his door.

After Icais confirmed, the messenger smoked out.  Icais looked at his reflection one more time and headed towards the throne room.  While on his way, he observed the souls that were descending to the pits where they would be distributed according to sin.  He got a sudden flash back of the souls that passed through the gates of heaven and the contrast between them wasn’t subtle. He recognized a few that he had sent there himself just the day before.

Once he arrived, he rendered his reverence until he was cleared to stand.

-“Your highness” he said.

-“Icais” Luke replied, “Rise, my son.”

-“You summoned me?”

-“Yes. As you well know there is a rumor running around that I’m looking for another right hand.  Sorlozon has been sent to do a few things…”

-“Of course”, Icais interrupted, “the dog has to fetch the bone, right?

Luke regarded his comment with a simple smirk. “You really don’t like him.”

“What’s there to like?” Icais answered. “He’s a pawn that believes he’ll be rewarded.  He’s a fool and an easy push-over. Do you wish me to keep going?” Icais asked.

-“No. It’s ok.” Luke answered, “Back to the point. I’m considering you for the job but I need you to do one more job for me.”

-“What would that be?” Icais asked Luke.

-“her name is Lilian” Luke began to inform

-“Okay…What should I do?” he asked.

-“Remember what you did to Solange?...”

The flashback and mix of emotions started to stir up inside him.  He remembered all of the moments with her but felt completely different from the first time.  Rage flooded his whole existence and resentment filled him for ever having saved the woman that manipulated him and then forgot him to rot in the pits of his new home.

With that came the memories of the life he’s had for the last three years.

From Little John, who haunts him every night to the twins Sam and Alex that he gave dreams to every night until they were eventually influenced to forget who they were and actually believed they were a couple.  A slight hint of satisfaction came across his face as he remembered the hell they went through with their therapists, parents and society in general until Sam snapped and hanged himself.  Alex fell in to a deep depression and he was sent to a mental hospital. 

After the twins he had a few kills and that’s when Kiahra was assigned to him.  He was supposed to just convince her that witchcraft was a way to get away from her troubles, he got a bonus when she decided that sacrificing her virginity was a part of the deal.  She dragged down 3 more friends with her into the ritual.  One of them made a direct trip to hell that night.  There was a celebration in Icais’ name that night for achieving the reclusion of 3,000 souls to the cult.

With all the memories, he found himself smiling and slowly forgetting the rage that had tried to cloud his mind earlier. It had been a good 3 years and he’d been going up towards the thrown and now he had only one more job to do.

After reminiscing for a few seconds he replied, “of course I remember. You want her to dream with me until she kills herself?”

-“Well, yes.” Luke replied. “but don’t do it too quickly.  Her boyfriend is abusive because his mother went through the exact same thing. I do believe you know him”

Icais looked at Luke puzzled for a moment.

-“Peter.” Luke said.

After hearing the name he realized that this last mission was going to be hell. “That’s Solange’s son” Icais remarked. “Why do I have the feeling that this has a lot more to with him than it does with her?”
-“Because it does” Luke replied.

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