Chapter 2A Chapter by KillaColellaDisciplinary actions must be handled
with great care at the palace, for it must not be so known that the whole court
whispers about it behind one’s back, but not so unknown that it does not take
effect. She
sat in the corner, twiddling her thumbs and looking out the window, pretending
to be anywhere but in my presence. A fair woman she was indeed, long red
tendrils cascaded down her back as her head was cast downward in shame. “Evadne,
none of what you heard can ever be repeated. Do I make myself clear?” I asked,
issuing a silent threat to the tiny girl. She nodded slowly, and attempted to
get up from her seated position before I pushed her back down. She gasped
slightly, her eyes widening. “I
want to hear you say this before I let you leave,” I warned her, and she gulped.
She looked behind me in and cowered, and I twitched my nose in annoyance. I
just wanted this to be over with already. “Perhaps
we are taking the wrong approach, Klaus,” the voice drawled, and Josiah came
into the light and pulled out a switch blade, “cutting her tongue will make
sure that she does not blabber her giant mouth around the entire castle,
spreading lies and vicious rumors.” Evadne
paled, “I swear I will not tell a soul!” I
stared at her for a while, before nodding my head, “I trust that you understand
that if you have the gall to defy our wishes, you will die.” The
small woman bowed, over and over again, thanking us for our mercy. We glared at
her as she scurried past us, practically tripping over herself as she attempted
to put as much space in between herself and us as possible. “Spineless
woman,” Josiah huffed, putting the blade back into his pocket. Ignoring
the cocky man, I left the room, annoyed that my day has practically been spent
having to listen to him fighting with someone, whether it be Yasmine or Evadne.
Though, I suppose I shouldn’t complain about time wasted, my days are endless. It
all started with curiosity. I smiled weakly to myself, remembering the day I
became what I now am. In the early days, I was one of the Watchers,
one of the angels dispatched by God to guard and watch over the humans. And
that I did; I watched as a man and woman laughed together, and made love under
the stars of Nod. I witnessed this passion and realized it was deeper than any
relationship I had ever known. My
heart pummeled with a longing for the company of another being. I wanted to
know what it would feel like, having a relationship with someone other than
God. I wanted a connection, a deep rooted spiritual, emotional, and physical
connection with another soul. There
was one woman who had caught my eye in particular; a rose haired human girl who
was beautiful and innocent and holy in my eyes. And I realized I wanted to get
to know her. I didn’t want to just watch her from above, wondering what it
would be like to meet her. I wanted to talk to the girl, to laugh with her and
to see if there something more to this life. Could this long, empty life be
filled with a new purpose? I
was amazed to find out that I was not the only Watcher entranced by these
lovely creatures. Out of foolishness, I listened to the plans of another angel
in my unit; his name was Samyaza, and I thought he was a great leader. He
prodded the angels, who like myself had fallen victim to the beauty of
humanity, to revolt against God’s grasp and engage with the humans. And
I felt free. Free of the inhibitions that being an angel forced down upon my
back. I was free to love and delight in sin and other natural desires that I
had been told so long to suppress. And I met her; I defied the Highest One, and
ignored everything that I was brought up to know. She was amazed and terrified
at my glowing form, but she allowed me into her life. For twelve days and
nights, she was mine. Good
things never last long, however, and I was punished for my greed. I was pushed
out of paradise and thrown into the darkness of Gahenna. My wings were ripped
from my flesh, and my body grew cold. I
hated myself. I hated what I had done. I hated Samyaza for convincing me so
easily. And most of all, I hated the Highest One. The Highest One, known to you
mortals as God or the Lord, restricted too many pleasures from us. It was His
fault, and now, because I found happiness in my freedom, I could no longer
bathe in the beauty of Paradise. I had become a demon, a soulless monster that
had nothing to look forward to then an eternity in the fiery pits of Hell.
Perhaps not even Judgment Day could save my soul. The
King of the Underworld had witnessed my affliction, and was amused my lust and
desire for freedom. He offered me a proposition: I would be spared from an
eternity of torture, if I would collect the tainted human spirits of the world,
and bring them to Gahenna. In return, he would allow me to roam the Earth
whenever I so pleased. And I accepted, and became the Horseman of Death. I
suppose I should consider myself lucky. A
scream echoed in the distance, and I stopped my musing to listen closely. I
smiled slightly, I could recognize that scream anywhere. Charles Manson. He had
drowned seventeen prostitutes in the same river before I took him in. Now he’s
being given the Chinese water torture here. Fitting, I should think. “So
when’s your next transfer coming in?” a voice asked, and I looked behind me to
find a dark orbs glaring at me. Afton Lex, Nolan’s chief advisor, had often
attempted to bring me out of the prince’s favor. The power hungry demon did not
like that I had gotten away with a lot of problems that, if it had been any
other demon, would have been cast back down into the torture of the darkness. “The
prince has asked me to do a special assignment for him,” I gloated, knowing
that this news would only annoy him further. I was correct, and his mouth only
snarled larger. “Then
you had better get going,” he claimed, crossing his arms in an attempt to seem
intimidating. If it was anybody but me, he would have been. I could hardly be
intimidated by vermin like him. “I
was just about to.” “Good,”
he cut off, “you wouldn’t want him angry now would you,” he smiled that sick,
twisted smile, “Oh, and bring Yasmine with you. She’s making a scene in the
lounge.” And
with that I ran off, ignoring the chuckling from behind me and sharpening my
senses to the ruckus in the lounge. I winced; I believe that I was the sound of
a chair breaking apart. Another smash…and that was the piano. “Woman,
calm you down! She may not even be there!” Josiah hollered, and I came in to
see him holding Yasmine’s arms back as she struggled violently against him. She
won, of course, and pushed him away as she tried to get another chair. I
grabbed her before she could do more harm. “Honestly,
what is the matter?” I cried, as she tried to shake me off as well. Luckily I
was larger than Josiah, so she could not throw me off so easily. She continued
to huff though, and managed to grit out, “She’ll be there!” “Who
will be there?” I asked calmly, and she howled, “Ariel!” Ariel.
One of the four archangels, she is more commonly known as Uriel. Yes, another
biblical typo for you, like Yasmine, she is also wrongly identified as a male. “If
Nolan wants you there, you go there…there is no fussing"” “You
don’t understand, beast! I despise her! Just imagine how you’d feel if you were
stuck in a room having to talk to that awful brute Raphael.” Josiah
sucked his teeth in, but said nothing. “And
you, Klaus! You are going to have to meet with Gabriel, and he"” “And
he is someone who I have come to respect and learn to deal with,” I replied,
“Listen, we all hate our counterparts, but we have had thousands upon thousands
of years now to learn how to get along and act civil with them. Lord Nolan has
specifically assigned us this task because he believed that we could act civil,
which is exactly why Josiah"” “Hey!” “was not asked because he has a history of
acting up with Raphael around. He doesn’t want to have to hear about you acting
like a stubborn child.” She
pouted, “I’m not acting like a child"” I
snorted, letting go of her shoulders and gesturing around the room, “And what
do you call this?” A
painting fell across the room and broke in half. I
raised an eyebrow and she smiled sheepishly, “I guess I am acting a bit
melodramatic.” Josiah
laughed, “A bit?” I
shook my head, “Either way, if the master wants us to do something, we do it
without complaint. We do his bidding with pleasure, we obey without restraint.
Nolan does not tolerate any opposition to his rule, and your whining would
anger him.” She
understood plainly. At the moment, she was in the master’s favor, perhaps even
more so than myself. He had trusted her with more secrets than he had trusted
me, and that was not something to give up so readily just because of a heated
rivalry. To be in the trust of the prince was to be invincible; the lord could
see to it in a matter of seconds that any ill will or whisper set against you
was destroyed. It is the reason that while Afton Lex is hated by almost every
demon in the palace, he is still seated in power. His many years of complete
servitude and obedience have granted him access to many of the palace secrets,
even with his lower class status. Yasmine
walked across the room and put the painting back in its place, “When do we
leave?” “We leave as soon as the barrier is
ready.” Crossing
the barrier to the human world was not a difficult task itself; however,
certain precautions had to have taken place in order to make such a journey. I,
myself, obviously cross over all the time; however, taking Yasmine would
require more effort and make the barrier smaller than it should be. This makes
it easier for souls to escape, and it is also my job to bring those souls back
before they can cause more havoc. Thus,
we require guards to protect the barrier so that these souls don’t get out.
However, finding a trustful guard always turns out to be a problem. While our
word rules, demons are not the most obedient of beings and tend to find ways to
slip past our watchful eyes. Guards are easily bought off, and then claim to
have accidently missed them sliding through. And while lies are usually sniffed
out, the whole ordeal can be a long and tiring process. Afton
Lex was thus assigned to guard duty, though he complained endlessly that he had
better things to worry about. Another demon, Lange, who was young and
unexperienced stood by, and while he couldn’t defend worth his dollar, he was
trustworthy. I surveyed him, he seemed confident enough. “Make
sure no soul gets through,” I repeated, probably for the hundredth time by the
looks on their faces, “I do not wish to have to deter my work to pick up a few
humans.” “Ah
yes,” the older demon growled, “such a pity it would be to waste your time.” I
smiled slightly, I knew that I was deterring him from probably more important
work, but I had not trusted anyone else. While he was largely intolerable, he
wasn’t incompetent, and should stop any demon from escaping in a heartbeat. “No
soul is going to get past us, sire,” the younger one piped, huffing out his
chest in youthful pride, “Not one.” A
laugh like the sound of tinkling bells chimed behind us, and Yasmine came out
and took the boy in her arms, kissing his head, “Of course not,” she giggled,
“With such a strong guard to protect the barrier.” The
boy’s eyes drifted to Afton and she laughed more, “Not him, you daft child.
You!”
Lange’s fair skin blushed
scarlet and she continued to laugh, and I decided to step in, “Come, Yasmine,
we should be going.” She
flirtatiously waved her thin wrist at the boy, winking as she did so as we
crossed the barrier together. Crossing the barrier is an odd feeling, akin to
dropping down a large bump on a rollercoaster or skiing down a steep slope.
Your stomach jumps up to your heart and your hands stumble around in
nothingness as you attempt to grab on to something sturdy. You have an impulse
to purge everything from your stomach, yet you are unable to. You can’t see
anything; you lose all senses all at once in one second, and in the next second
your senses are overwhelming. This rotation seems to go on for eternity, though
it lasts only a matter of seconds, and when you finally arrive to the human
world it all stops. Breathing steadies, heartbeat slows, and everything returns
to normal. Life
in the human world had changed dramatically, which could be given thanks to
Josiah. It was the year 3012, and most of the world been overthrown by the
dictator Lucius Dionysus. The tyrant’s dynasty was continuously expanding as
well, and his kingdom demanded that his people view him as a God. Those
who rebelled against his rule had found themselves facing the cold steel of an
axe blade, cut down in the middle of whatever city’s plaza as an example.
Millions were murdered for conspiracy against the Lord throughout the years,
and only a few now stand against the reign of terror. Rebels found themselves
hiding underground, while the rest of the population tried to live day by day
as normal as possible. They drank, they laughed, they partied, and they
worshiped Dionysus as their acknowledged and agreed upon deity. The
United States was one of the last countries to submit to Dionysus and had
rebelled against his supreme for over ten years. However, the remaining
countries of the world had been overthrown in no time, and with Canada at its
front and the South Americas from below, it could no longer hold out. Supplies
had stopped being imported and country had no choice but to surrender its free
will. The citizens there were punished worst of all, the rebels’ deaths
broadcasted to the entire world to be set as an example of. Guards highly
trained in hand to hand combat and skilled with a vast amount of weapons, named
Observers, reign terror on citizens, ending any suspected cases of revolution. “Everything
is dancing,” she moaned, as she held on to me in order to recover her senses.
Her jade eyes were crossed and her forehead sweaty and I flicked her with my
fingers to wake her up. I let her go and she stumbled a bit, but regained her
footing quickly. She frowned and looked around; we landed in a dark alley way
in the Back Bay neighborhood. “Where
are we?” she asked, obviously displeased that we had not arrived in a nicer
environment. We dusted ourselves off, and I searched for a street sign. A stray
cat walked up to Yasmine and she started stroking the furry beast. “Washington
Street is that way,” I answered, and walked out of the alley. Yasmine followed,
the cat trailing not too far behind. She
remained confused. “Washington
Street where?” “Because we
are going to see Gabriel, and this is where he is,” I responded again, hoping
that this would cease her questioning. She seemed content, however, and we went
on in silence, the only noise being the occasional purring of the feline now
resting happily in the demon woman’s arms. We carefully avoided the aluminum cans
littered around the streets and the junk from the overturned trash barrels,
which dirty, oversized homeless men continued to scavenge through. Yasmine
gasped at their haggard appearance and upturned her nose. I laughed at her
ignorance. “Act
repulsed all you want, this is all because of you,” I commented, making the
woman curl her lip up even more. She obviously was displeased to see the
outcomes of her messy handiwork. Finally we
reached our destination; a large, old cathedral sitting tall and grand amongst
the larger business buildings in the neighborhood. It once shone out in a
beacon of light in a depressed area of the world. Now the ruby and emerald
shards scattered the empty dark halls, as the stained glass windows were broken
with an assortment of household items. DIONYSUS IS THE DEVIL was sprayed in
neon paints of pinks and blues on the worn away limestone. “The
Cathedral of the Holy Cross” I whispered, “the largest Roman Catholic Church in
all of New England. Seems fitting he’d be here.” Yasmine
looked up at the house of worship hesitantly, “Can we step foot in there?” I peered
over amused, “Why wouldn’t we be able to?” and with that I stepped into the
church, with her following skeptically behind. Marble statues of the Virgin
Queen and of saints passed had fallen a long time ago, parts broken off in
several places around the church. The golden paint was beginning to peel and
the candles that had been lit so long ago during the days of rebellion had been
left untouched. The books, which are at least sixty years old, have pages torn
across the floor and were yellowing with age. Yasmine
shifted awkwardly behind me. “We should
not be in here,” she muttered to herself. Finally, there he was, kneeling upon
a pew with his hands folded in prayer. His blonde waves tumbled softly down the
nape of his neck as it bent forward, his perfect lips whispering softly. We
slowly crept into the pew behind him and sat down, waiting patiently for his
ritual to be over. Finally, he blessed himself, before turning his eyes towards
two patient and silent sinners. To be in
the presence of an angel can only be a likened to an infant swaddled in the
warm and loving embrace of his mother. While you are not quite sure what or who
this protector of yours is, you feel as if you can trust this being one hundred
percent. You rely on this warmth, desire it and worship it. This is how the
messengers of God are able to bring so many people to believe their
revelations; their confident assurance and pleasurable company provides as close
a comfort as one can get with the absence of God. Gabriel,
however, offered no warm comfort to us as we greeted him, his golden eyes
narrowing in distrust at our forced smiles, “What are you doing cavorting in
the house of the Lord, you mock Him with your presence,” he snapped violently.
Yasmine glanced quickly at his shoulders expecting to see silvery wings burst
out in anger. I remained unfazed. “Gabriel, I
thought I would find you here,” I replied charmingly, “I am regretful that my
arrival here has made you upset, I was hoping that we could have a civil
conversation regarding the possible and most probable beginning of a council
that Lord Nolan was requested.” “We
do not answer his beck and call,” he answered sharply, “What is it that he
wants?” “He
requests a council to discuss your activity regarding the seven daggers of
Megiddo,” I said slowly, and his eyes iced. “You
can understand why we cannot reveal this information, can you not?” Gabriel
replied coldly, “It is our sole duty to protect these from his grasp.” “We
don’t expect you to,” I answered quickly, before he could walk away in anger,
“But it seems that one of the daggers that we did manage to acquire has been
stolen. It has come to our attention that it would be impossible for one your
lot to do so. However, if there was a spy"” “You
assume too quickly. There is no spy sent forth from us to deter your movements
against The Highest One. We do not need to lower ourselves to such tactics, and
you can inform your prince of that. Let him know, however, that so long as the
daggers linger on Earth, under our ever watchful eyes, his goal remains
hopeless. He will never be able to collect all seven, and he will fail in the
end. Tell him it is better if he just lurked in the shadow, and that taking the
offense is fruitless.” I
looked around us, at the broken idols and snapped, “If His will is so powerful
then why is the world in ruins?” Gabriel
blinked, then smiled slightly and shook his head. He wasn’t going to say
anything in regards to that apparently. Not that I’d imagine he would; God
would never leave the world in ruin like this if there wasn’t a reason to it. I sighed; I couldn’t go back to my
prince with this. However, it seemed that the seraph had enough of our company,
for he started to retreat to the back of the church. He smiled slightly, back
at us, his eyes brightening; “Fear not,” he said, “we do not mean to start war.
If you need information to tell your prince, tell him that there is a spy. That
should keep him busy for a while.” And with a hearty laugh he was gone. Perhaps something should be
explained about the different classes of beasts in the land of Gahenna. There
was the One Ruler, of course, who ruled over all the creatures of the kingdom.
The next in line was the Prince, Nolan, who would eventually take the place of
the One Ruler at the next revelation. After that, were the first class demons, which were
comprised of fallen angels, many of which that fell during the first rebellion
of the Sacred Land. They had followed the commands of Satan and, in doing so,
were thrust from paradise. Yasmine was one of those original angels, as was
Afton Lex. I, being a fallen angel, was also considered a first class demon.
Not many of us existed, however, because it was considered one of the most
foolish actions in the world to disobey the Lord. And yet I don’t believe any of us
regret our decisions. Second Class demons were comprised
of demons that were created by the One Ruler to help command the lesser, third
class demons of Gahenna and had the abilities to act as mediators between the
human filth of the world and Hell. As far as I know, Josiah is a second class
demon, though his true origins are unknown to me. They take the shape of
humans, like us, and have all the beauty and grace that First Class Demons
have. Their ears, however, were pointed, similarly to the Prince and the One
Ruler, while our shapes remained reminiscent of the angels we once were. Lastly, the third class demons were
ill to look upon, for their form resembled nothing of the dark beauty of second
class demons or the fairness of first class. They had eyes like cats, and nostrils
like snakes. Yellow fangs adorned their greasy mouths, and they spit more than
they speak. These were the Devil’s soldiers, assigned to torment the souls of
deceased humans. They had no dealings with the living, however, and were
created for the sole purpose of performing dirty work. Such
creatures were abhorred by everyone, angels and demons alike. “So what
shall we do?” Yasmine spoke up, waking me from my musing. There wasn’t much we
could do. It would do no good to lie to Nolan, nor would we want to enrage his
wrath upon the angels. “We need to
find a dagger of seven,” I decided at last, “Only then will he forgive us and
we can return in peace.” © 2016 KillaColella |
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