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dorian
Seeking Redemption Chapter One -- needs intense revision!
I stood on top of Big Ben looking over London, it was raining. My abnormal gray hair drenched; my angry gray eyes staring down but only finding I was staring at myself. The puddle beneath wanted to sallow me, take me into the darkness and hear my painful screams. But i won't let it, no- i'm in control now. All i hear are screams looking for mercy, but no one else seems to hear them.
A woman, her hands covered red, her eyes wide and insane. She grabs hold of my arms, shaking me madly; begging. Please spare me, she asked, she looked around franticly, childrens' bodies spread around the red cover floors. I'll do anythi- I shut her up, slicing her body in two. The blood splattered on my white coat, my face impassive. I have no heart, i felt nothing- but now i can feel My guilt most of all. Those childerns' blood stained faces, their eyes open; lifeless.
I didn't cry then- but now, hundreds or almost thousands of years later, i cry. The tears fall from my eyes, blending with the rain drops. Why? I don't understand, the memories flashing back like movie clips- as if my mind is making me remember.
I flinch, as i jumped of the gaint clock. I fell into the crowd below, they continued walking not taking notice to me. I walked through the crowd, and teleported to the other side of the street- no seemed to notice that either. I continue walking a found myself in a demon bar; i sat at the corner as the waitress with her horns out, ask me what i want.
"Bottle of vodlka, and a cup." I said simply. She nodded, and in a minute returned with my order. I stared at the bottle, as she placed it in the center the small table. I looked at it for a few seconds, and poured myself a glass. I sighed and took a few sips, as i felt the burning sensation run through my throat.
"Nice to see you here." I heard a overpowering voice at my ear. The room was dead silent for a moment, then mumbling slowly trickled into the air. I glance across the room, then to the person at my ear, then back to my cup of vodlka. It was Clockwork. He took a seat at the table; he held a marble and shifted it into a glass then poured himself a glass.
Clockwork was an angel, not an ordinary angel but a solider; his presence made the room of demons quiver in fear. He had long blonde hair, he was tall with fair skin, and the most fierce red eyes. He was wearing a long black coat, and a gray scarf, he fumbled with his scarf- taking it off and placing it on his lap. Clockwork is handsome, almost beautiful- though most angels were.
"Havent seen you in awhile Dorian," a smile forming on his face as he took a gulp of the drink. "What have you been up to?"
I looked deeply at the bottle before us both, then looked at Clockwork. "Whatever a demon does, I suppose." I took another sip. I felt his stare. "What brings you here, Clock?" I tried to ease the tension in the room.
He giggle amusingly, "Just passing by-" He paused. "Oh and also, i'm hunting down a demon. His name is: Saul, and hes killed two of my kind. Orders are to kill him."
I knew this demon, Saul. He is quite powerful, considering he was an angel a solider too. But he fell, and became a demon. Like me. I meet him only a few times, quite randomly. The last time was in Asia, he was contracting humans in Japan. We in a alley, I was feeding on a whore's soul. And we ran into each other, only for a moment.
"Have you seen him?" Clockwork said interrupting my thoughts.
"I saw him 50 years ago, in Asia." I replied, there was no point in lying to him- he would have searched my thoughts if he found me lying, one of his specialties.
"Shame." He said taking the bottle and pouring another glass, he scanned face as i took a sip. "You had promise, Dorian. I still don't understand how you fell."
I cringed at the sensation of the vodlka, and at Clockwork's comment. I sighed, only remembering the bits of memory i had when i was angel. Though those memories are lost to me now.
"I'd like to know too." I responded, finishing the bottle of vodlka.
"It was seeing you, Dorian." He said has he stood, then disapeared into thin air. The room grew loud again, as i gulped the last of vodlka from the cup, and slammed it onto the table.
I stood up throwing a few bills onto the table and walked out.
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I shoved my hands into my pockets; it was still raining. My hot breath looked like steam in the cold crisp air, as i took steady breaths walking down the sidewalk. Passing by people happily huddling under umbrellas, and their faces red from the cold. I kept walking, as it began to grow dark, the sun faded into the horizon. I closed my eyes, pausing my walk taking a deep breath as the crowds of people brushed past me. The painful screams grew loud in my head, i squezed my eyes shut keeping the screams in, letting myself drown in them.
The screams disapeared.
I opened my eyes slowly, and found myself on an old mattress it was like i fell asleep. The image was blurred, but soon became clear. Saul. He was leaning against a brick wall, we were in an ally. I found it funny how we always meet in these places.
It stopped raining.
"Finally awake." He said, taking out a cigerette, and it lighted itself. I sat up feeling a sharp pain in my forehead, dried blood from what was a crack in my skull.
"Nice to see you too." I said, the wound healed. He laughed almost painfully, as he sucked on the cig then blew smoke into the air.
"Sorry. For cracking your skull." He flicked the cig to the floor.
"Its fine, not like i remember what happen." I stood up from the mattress.
"What is it?" I asked, thinking that he wouldn't just crack my skull for no reason- or maybe he would.
He looked at me, then said: "You spoke with Clockwork." I stared at him, his glare serious.
"Yes. From my understanding you killed two angels." I kept my words impassive.
He sighed. "What else did he say?"
"If i've seen you," I paused. "Told him i saw you in asia, fifty some years ago."
He glanced away from me, for a moment. He was thinking. "Anything else?"
"No.."
"I'll see you around, Dorian." He tore into the air opening a void in the air.
"Wait!" I yelled, he turned around. "Did you really..?"
He nodded, dispearing into the void, and it faded away.
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Two strange encounters all in one day. One by a powerful angel, and another my an equally powerful demon. This is surely something one should laugh at. When Saul disapear into the darkness of the void, I went back to my hotel room in Paris. London began to bore me. The screams of those i've killed faded to the back of my mind once again, but they would surely return. I would have these strange occurences of memories, not vague but very clear and vivid- of every human or thing i've done away with. And everytime a strong cloud of guilt hung over me, but then they would always fade.
This started about five years ago. I've always been cold hearted, and unmerciful- as any demon is. But now, i have a strong feeling for redemption, will i recivie such redemption? A demon? I think not. In more attempts of such forgiveness, to end the screams- i haven't feed for five years. Making weak, and becoming a lower level demon. Although, i've been left alone by angels and demons alike.
I'm living in Paris, in a hotel, only because i have the owner in a charm that keeps me under a roof and with bed with no pay. A simple charm any angel or fallen angel can peform without to much strain. The owner is a simple woman of 75, and will die soon. I go to her bed every week, I read to her, though her flesh is tempting- i feel a pity for her. Funny even saying that i feel. Her family gone, she is alone in this world. And she will die alone, and the date of her death will be: December 14, 2015. Which is today.
I arrive at my hotel room, and hang my coat to dry. Turning on the t.v, and a french soap is on. I look at my watch, its 7:30pm. In nine minutes the owner will die. I walk out of room, going to her room which is in the lobby. I open the door, by the check in counter, and there she lay on her bed.
Its 7:35, five minutes.
She reached to me weakly, and i grab her frail hand, then let caress my cheek. I take in a breath, as i watch the life disapear from her eyes.
Its 7:37, two minutes.
She mumbles something to me, i only nod. Its 7:39. She is dead.
xx macabre · Tue Feb 10, 2009 @ 03:46am · 0 Comments |
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