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What Is Your Center?	By : LuciferDragon Category: +M through R > Rise of the Guardians Views: 1676 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The fear was mounting more rapidly in a small town in Virginia than anywhere else. We decided to split up and try to see what we could find. We were to meet up again after an hour.
I had done my round, not finding anything worthwhile. With about fifteen minutes left in the search, I wandered past a church, frowning as I saw humans file inside. I felt fear radiating off of them. I couldn’t blame them.
I stood by the church’s Nativity Scene, lit up by a lawn spotlight. They at least had somewhere to flee to seek answers, whether they would get them or not. They had somewhere to hide when things became dark.
I knelt in the snow before the scene, gazing at the child this whole thing was for, in their sense of the holiday. I found it a little humorous that so many holidays were celebrated in that human’s name, yet the other side of the coin was associated with my day. With everything I stood for.
I frowned at the child. Did that make me evil? Did that make me just as bad as the one we were hunting?
“It’s amazing, the power of a story,” a male voice said carelessly behind me.
I shot to my feet, scythes in hand. With the help of the moonlight’s reflection in the snow I could finally see his basic features. His long red coat fell over heavy boots that could easily do damage on their own. His teeth glowed in the light, framed by a nasty smile.
I gripped my scythes to steady myself. “You don’t need to do this, Lucifer.”
He tilted his head, orange eyes held on me. “I know I don’t.”
“Then why?” I held my breath, hoping he wouldn’t attack. My sole intention was to glean information. Attacking or defending would be suicide.
He folded his taloned hands behind his back. “As you know, humans tell stories of things their simple minds can’t comprehend. It’s much easier to believe in fairy tales than truth. With how I lived my life, it was only a matter of time before they would tell stories of me.” He shrugged. “I come in many forms, in many scriptures, in many religions, but my favorite manifestation has been as Lucifer. It is the only way I haven’t died off completely.”
I looked at him in curiosity, lowering my weapons slightly, showing I would not attack.
He sighed and shifted slightly. “I only did my job for a very long time. My most recent manifestation started becoming the norm in the 300s under a Roman emperor named Constantine. Once that movement became legal to practice, all other religions started dying off. So, I hopped on whatever train I could to stay alive.” His smirk remained. “I’m sure you understand how our world works. You of all people, who enjoys infesting minds with terror so strong, just so you can survive.”
My nerves gave a sharp jolt. “I’m not like you.”
“No? I would believe you and your boyfriend were more my kin than any considering your… talents.”
I pointed one of my scythes at him as he took a step forward. “We don’t kill to be remembered!” I used the other scythe to point towards the church. “Why do these people need to die?”
“Need to?” A laugh escaped him. “My dear, they want to die. Each of those people wanted it. They were all depressed, looking for a way out. I only nudged them over that line of doubt.”
“The blood will forever remain on your hands.”
He held up his hand in a thoughtless manner. His tongue escaped his lips and ran over his fingers. “And it’s quite exquisite.”
My anger snapped and I leapt forward, ready to strike him down. He summoned a spear and held off my attacks, metal screeching against metal. “Why are you doing this?”
He caught both my scythes and twisted his spear, sending my weapons flying. He spun the spear and thrust the end into my stomach, throwing me painfully back into the snow. “I really need a reason to want my power back?” He caught me by surprise as he phase-shifted directly over me, putting a boot to my chest. “This is 2012, dear, not 1812. I am being written off as just a story, what with the widespread access to the internet for more and more people to talk. With the introduction of curiosity and acceptance.”
A shuffle in the snow off to my side made me snap my head in its direction, but I saw nothing. My heart began to race under the heavy boot.
“People were flogged for questioning my existence, for questioning their town leaders.” He pressed down a little harder and grinned as snow gave way beneath me. “Some were even hanged for their disobedience. Someone let spread a nasty little rumor, sending even more panic through the streets of the world. Why don’t you tell me about your trial, Witch?”
My heart stopped, frozen in shock. Vile whispers I had locked away rang in my ears. “Don’t—“
“You’d know all about defiance, wouldn’t you Serah?” He chuckled and leaned closer, putting more weight on my chest, making it painful to breathe. A sharp cry left my throat as I fought the memories he resurfaced.
“You have such guilt in your soul,” he continued. “I can almost taste it.” He hummed in amusement. “It’s the sweetest of all human emotions. Guilt, sorrow, and my favorite, desperation.”
A twig snapped to my right and I came face-to-face with the largest snake I had ever seen. A shriek caught in my throat as I didn’t have the chest capacity to scream. I hated the pitiful whimpers that escaped me as I fought against his hold in vain, trying to shift away from the green snake.
Lucifer only laughed at my attempts. “Anacondas on their own are harmless, bite-wise. The punctures only hurt for a moment. Until, of course, they use their bodies to crush yours.” He gestured to the bobbing creature, standing quite tall on its own. “These beauties can get over twenty-two feet long. Isn’t that incredible?” He gestured to it and it came closer, making my hands claw uselessly at his coat. “For my use, I gave their bite something extra, and allowed them a certain food source.”
He didn’t bother to explain what. The snake sank its fangs into my arm and I did whatever sound I could in pain, desperation, and panic. Sharp needle-point teeth, dozens of them, slipped into my flesh, and I felt something seep into my veins, running rampant. My vision went hazy and dark. The voices of memory started to become clearer, slowly becoming the only thing I could hear.
I was able to ear Lucifer laugh as the snake took its teeth from my arm. “It will come on slowly for the first hour, yes, but after eight…” He chuckled and I felt his weight leave my chest, air filling my lungs with painful need. “Your soul is mine. The guilt, the sorrow, it will leave you with nightmares so horrifying you will commit the ultimate sin, and you will give yourself freely to me.”
My heart pounded against my chest and my breath came out in short bursts. I looked through my haze, seeing he and the snake had vanished. I was alone in the snow, the Nativity Scene the only thing to be my witness in the fight.
The cold bit into my skin, calming down my heart, reminding me I was still alive. I rolled over on to my side and threw up bile, the only thing I could release. My body shook uncontrollably and I broke down. My darkest fears repeated themselves in my mind. I was alone. I would always be alone.
I could hear nothing but falling snow, wind blowing through the naked trees, and my heavy breaking for the longest time. Then it started getting fainter, and fainter, overtaken by the phantoms. I thought I heard someone calling over the noise, but I couldn’t focus anymore. Darkness, memories started taking over.
You are all alone. There is no one that will care for an evil witch.
“Don’t listen to it, Hana.”
Your guilt is all real. You did this to yourself.
“Don’t listen, Hana. Listen to my voice. You are not alone.”
Paul was right to turn you in, you whore, you heretic. What would you have turned into?
I had fully withdrawn into my mind. The physical world did not exist. I tumbled through the growing darkness, unable to tell up from down. A small glimmer of light caught my eye and I stumbled towards it. The light became a door. I threw it open, escaping into a small hole. I pulled the door closed and locked a rusty latch. The darkness beat against the wood, making me jump and cry out at each harsh thud and nasty word.
“Fight it, Hana. They are only nightmares. They’re only in the past.”
I fell to the ground at a harsh thud and shuffled back into a far corner, tears streaming down my cheeks. I pulled my legs to my chest and wrapped my arms tightly around them, keeping myself as small as I could.
“They are only memories. You will never be alone again.”
The thuds and cries outside only grew louder. The wood began to creak.
I clasped my hands over my head, trying to block out the sound. “Make it stop! Please, make it all stop!”
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