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.
http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/#
