The Prince of Darkness

"Then he will say to those on his left,
'Depart from me, you cursed, into the eternal
fire prepared for the devil and his angels."
Matthew 25:41

Broken is she, an angel upon fallen grace. Golden spun hair falls to pale shoulders, an ethereal beauty, withholding the inner beast. A caged animal ready to tear through flesh and release its rage upon the world above. Piercing screams meet her ears but are only acknowledged by a sharp blade. Blood pools are created as the tortured victim is pulled off the rack, and replaced by yet another pitiful soul. Alastair’s lips pulled into a sadistic grin as he examined his canvas, preparing to bring out the color of red.

She kneels now, poised, her head lowered. A tall dark shadowed figure stands before her, staring at the previous mangled body being brought back together, only to be tormented once more. After all you could not make one suffer if they stay dead, there must be durable skin to peel and anguished cries to silence. That is the way of Hell.

A sneer is placed upon perfect lips, as he turns to face her, the girl who had fallen. “Why have you returned?” His voice, soft yet able to rise above all, to subdue the screams and keep them at bay. Able to break the night and day, leaving only purgatory to those pathetic humans who had the audacity to question his power. Who believed they were in charge of their fate.

Her feeble voice trembles at the almighty Prince. “I… I’ve come to beg for…” A pause, swallowing what was left of her pride. “…forgiveness.”

A harsh laughter vibrated throughout the chamber’s walls. “Forgiveness!” He spat the word like poison. “You betrayed your master, and you dare ask for mercy?”

The ground was pulled away from her as his hand twisted in her threaded hair, yanking her upwards to face those cold eyes, black with sin. A charcoaled robe is draped over his shoulders, leaving a bare chest without the burden of a heart. Angelic wings are stained with the blood of the pride and the hours of darkness. He was indeed the first angel which had fallen, the first angel to challenge God’s authority.

“You defied my order. I never allowed your entrance above.” He hissed, long dark hair shaking with rage. “For this you shall be punished.”

Tears leaked unknowingly from her eyes, burning at the sight of the Prince’s wrathful touch. Seeing this he threw her, hands scraping across the ground to catch her unexpected fall. “You belong with them, the scum, humans!” He screeched, ready to rip her apart, to tear the flesh off her bones, and watch her endure the Prince of Darkness’ torture methods. But that would not bring him enough satisfaction. She needed to experience something worse than physical pain, something that will never make her leave his side again.

A malicious idea that could only come from the first fallen angel formed slowly inside him. It was brilliant, in addition to his presence; there was only one lesson which could bring a demon trembling with fear. A wicked smile overtook his unearthly features, confirming the statement: “And fear not them which kill the body, but are not able to kill the soul: but rather fear him which is able to destroy both soul and body in hell.”

He lifted her up, pulling her to her feet. Immediately she lowered her head at the sight of him, but with a swift yet gentle movement he leveled their eyes on one another. A hand ran through her tangled strands delicately, soothing her on command. “Since you find earth so pleasurable, perhaps you should return.” His whispered words brought eminent fear.

“No… please…” She quivered, her hushed voice barely audible.

“My dear Sarine, I am only giving you what you wanted… freedom.”

No, he wasn’t granting her freedom, this was banishment. To reside with scum, lowering her position to that of an insignificant human being. She wanted to lash out in fury and escape from the Prince’s clutches, but her body was too rigid to move, he had power over her. All she could do was stay in his arms listening to those awful words leave those beautiful lips.

“You are to stay there for seven years,” Assuming you live that long. “Self sacrifice is not an option; you are to be protected from harm. Never to die.”

He raised his hand, closing the distance between them with two fingers. “Farewell Daughter.” A cry of refusal could not escape her dried lips; tears could no longer be produced, as the fingertips brushed across her forehead, bringing on an immediate darkness.

Awakened

"Behold, all souls are mine;
the soul of the father as well as the soul of the
son is mine: the soul who sins shall die."
Ezekiel 18:4

No, please don’t wake me from my slumber. Don’t make me endure the hardships that humans so often must suffer through. Let me be. Please…

Sarine stay locked up in her mind, refusing to accept her fate. Abaddon sensed this, and smiled, as she stayed protected from the human and demon touch. Lucky for him he was neither.

Gently he brushed his fingertips across her cheek, flesh meeting flesh. A bright light signaled her awakening and her forest green eyes fluttered open as she stirred awake. Even inside a human vessel she was absolutely stunning, just like the time before she had fallen.

“Doctor!” A female voice called out followed along with sounds of running feet across the tile flooring. “She has awakened!” She exclaimed with a joyous voice.

“Indeed she has.” Abaddon murmured, disappearing from the scene.


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When Sarine opened her eyes she saw humans dressed in lab coats surrounding her. Startled she sat upright, her eyes darting everywhere. The room which she was in was painted all in white, along with a strong scent of antiseptic which burned her nose and left her dry with thirst.

A large hand lay on her shoulder, capturing her attention immediately. “Catherine, do you know where you are?” Sarine narrowed her eyes at the owner of those words. A man dressed in white with a scraggly beard and light blue eyes. She pushed his hand away with little force, she has lost her strength, she didn’t know if she was even able to stand. Nonetheless she glared at him, holding her head high as she spoke words laced with venom. “My name is Sarine, I know nothing of this Catherine you speak of. I suggest you humans get that straight, or we might have some problems.” She spat angrily.

“Her hallucinations have gotten worse.” One man said, shaking his head in disapproval.

“What are we to do?”

“Drug her.” A short woman piped up.

“The last time we did that she went into a comatose state and would not wake for another two to three years.”

“That’s enough; I’ll handle it from here. You are causing a disturbance, tend to the other patients, and leave her to me.” A male voice rose above all the other humans, sending them out one by one, until he shut the door and turned to face her.

His head bent low over the clipboard, not letting Sarine catch a glimpse of him. But what did it matter? If you’ve seen one human, you’ve seen them all. But still there was something strange about this man.

The scratching of the pen ceased its rhythm as he finally looked up at her, smiling in greeting. “Hello.” One word, yet it was the most beautiful sound she had heard since she had awaken. He brushed away his auburn curls, as he continued to walk forward. And yet with each step he took, a brilliant radiance illuminated from him. As if he was… suddenly it hit her, and sent a spiral of fear and regret down her spine. She knew why this man seemed so inhuman, it was because he was. In other words, an Angel of God.

The Seventh Seal

"Their king is the angel from the bottomless pit;
his name in Hebrew is Abaddon,
and in Greek "Apollyon-the Destroyer."
Revelation 9:11

An unruly scream escaped her dry throat but was quickly silenced as his hand clamped over her mouth. She wriggled underneath his grip but could not get loose. He brought his finger to his lips. “Shhh.” She nodded her head in understanding, and his hand relaxed, moving away from her.

“Abaddon?” She whispered tearfully.

“Long time no see, Sarine.” A smirk lightened up his face as he leaned against the wall. “How have you been?”

She frowned at his last words. “How do you think I’ve been? I have been trapped here for three years now… I’m peachy!”

“You have always been one for sarcasm.” He chuckled.

Abaddon, the Angel of Death. The holder of the key which confines Satan in Hell. An angel neither good nor evil and Sarine’s eternal brother when they once had resided in Heaven, before pride had consumed the heart of Lucifer.

She had begged Abaddon to join her and rebel, but he had refused, he had refused her. His last words still rang in her mind, “I cannot turn my back on my Father. I am sorry.” And with that he turned his back on her, reporting treachery to Michael the Archangel. Hurling her, along with so many others, down into the fiery depths of Hell. Commencing the battle between Father and Son, the battle which Angels and Demons were only pawns. The battle being the end of humanity.

“Why are you here?” Sarine asked, suddenly suspicious.

“What, I can’t visit an old friend?” He questioned back teasingly.

She raised her eyebrows, irritated at his mocking words. It hurt her to think of him, and here he was acting as if everything had been a joke.

Abaddon’s grin vanished as he lowered his head solemnly. “Why can’t things be the same with us again?” He murmured sorrowfully.

“It can never be. Betrayal is not easily forgivable.” She spoke softly, letting her own words sink in.

Bright hazel eyes flashed up lividly, stalking towards her. “I never betrayed you.” He growled each word distinctly. “You disobeyed our Father. That is your own doing, not mine.”

I smiled bitterly, “Right, so I’m at fault. You’re the innocent son while I’m the rebellious prodigal daughter who actually has a mind of her own.” Sarine tossed the white sheets aside, as she began to climb out of the bed.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m through with reminiscing on the past. I’m leaving.” Her small feet touched the cool tile, bringing a slight chill.

“No you’re not.”

“How do you expect to stop me?” She took a step forward then halted, something was blocking her exit. An invisible circle barricaded her in a small space, limiting her little access. It contained two pentacles of the Key of Solomon, drawn by blood. She stared at the floor, following the lines with her eyes. It was portrayed perfectly, no way of escape.

She glared at the grave dark angel, baring her teeth. “A Devil’s Trap?” she snarled. “How dare you imprison me this way!”

“I had to, there was no other way. I am sorry.”

“Do not apologize. Release me at once!” she demanded. She felt like an animal, caged against her will. Unable to move, unable to fight.

“I will, once you listen to what I have to say first.”

She stayed silent, a fierce look in her eyes. She didn’t give a damn about his speech. She only wanted out. Out of this room and away from him.

He cleared his throat and walked to the window. “I have orders-” Sarine rolled her eyes and muttered, “Of course.”

He continued. “I have orders unlike any other. It is based on a prophecy,” He turned to look at her, “You know of it, the Seventh Seal?”

She nodded her head slowly, unable to comprehend his words.

“Two of the betrayed shall fight and only one shall be victorious. One being the darkness and the other being the light. This will be the breaking of the seventh seal. Which shall release the Devil from its chains, and bring about Armageddon, wrecking havoc upon the world to come, being no end for seven years. As it is written, so shall it be.”

Each of his words coursed through his mouth like a gentle wave upon the ocean. It surged through her body with immense power and command. She swayed down onto the bed, placing her head in her hands.

“I am the seventh seal; my blood will open the gates of Hell. You weren’t sent here as a punishment, you were sent here for a different purpose.” He took a deep breath, and spoke softly. “To kill me.”

Sarine shut her eyes, struggling to maintain those words. She wanted to block out his voice, to hide away from the agonizing pain she was feeling in her now pounding heart. Her hands shook violently, overriding her senses. “It can’t be.” She whispered.

“It is.” His voice was now stoic, locking away all emotion. “The sixth seal has just been broken by one of your higher-ups. Lucifer has seven followers and you happen to be one of them. You are the one to break the final seal.”

Sarine stopped trembling and looked at him with a fiery determination. She clenched her fist tightly, her nails biting deep into her flesh. “I will not!”

Abaddon glanced at her surprised, stupefied at her sudden defiance to her master. “You must though; you will die if you do not.”

“Then I will die.” She stated simply.

He was quiet and withdrew an object from his coat; Sarine was unable to identify the item in his hand. He held it behind his back, stepping forward.

“If that is your wish, then I shall deliver the final blow.”

“What?” She gaped at him, seeing the silver glinting blade clenched tightly in his hand.

“I cannot turn my back on my Father. I am sorry.” He murmured a remorseful expression upon his face. Those same words he had used to betray her were now being thrown back in her face yet again. This time they were to meet her death. Abaddon raised the crystal knife high in the air and plunged it down swiftly, silencing her helpless cry.

The Chains Which Bind Me to Your Cross

"They have left me among the dead,
and I lie like a corspse in a grave.
I am forgotten,
cut off from your care.
You have thrown me into the lowest pit,
into the darkest depths."
Psalm 88:5-6

On instinct she shielded herself with her arm raised high above her head. Prolonging her unexpected demise. The sharp edge of the blade sliced into her skin, peeling it back allowing a deep crimson color to run down and stain the white bed sheets.

Tears stung her opened eyes as she saw the dagger retreat back to its original owner. Hastily Abaddon pressed his forefinger down and wiped the red dripping liquid clean off the blade. He turned to the wall and smeared a blood stained symbol upon it. Without delay he cut into the palm of his hand with the same deadly weapon, bringing out the familiar red color once more. He placed the knife down and pressed his palm against the symbol engraved in the wall. A blinding light flashed and Abaddon took a sigh of relief, as he turned to face the bewildered girl.

“I do apologize, but I was under watch. This should keep them at bay for now,” he murmured. He knelt down and placed his damaged hand on her injured arm, closing his eyes. A faint glow appeared underneath his hand and when he moved away, it vanished.

Sarine’s eyes widened as she viewed her now healed arm, the skin was knitted back together leaving only a faded scar in its place. His fingers shifted to her forehead, and traced out two swift strokes, a blood cross. “You are now under my protection.” Abaddon bent down further, reaching the devils trap and scratched a thin line across, releasing her from its confinements. Warily she took a step forward, then another, stepping outside the circle. She was indeed free.

“Now go,” he urged her with a gentle push. “I can only hold them back for so long. You have to leave.”

“What about you?”

“Its fine, I’ll survive.” He gave her a reassuring smile. But she knew he was lying, he wasn’t going to be fine. Most likely he will be dealt a severe punishment for letting her escape. This had all been an act from the start. He had all this planned out, choreographed to have him lose. He never wanted to harm her in anyway. But she couldn’t allow him to do this; she wouldn’t let him sacrifice himself for her own benefit. She refused to let him succeed in his suicidal attempt of simple salvation.

“Come with me.”

“Sarine, I can’t.” His expression was now of pain and torment.

“Why not? This is not our war.” Her hand slipped into his as she tugged forward. “We are only mere pawns; there is a bigger battle at hand. And I can’t afford to lose you again.” Her voice cracked at the thought of leaving him behind, it was too heart wrenching.

Abaddon lowered his head, pulling away. “This is meaningless, we won’t survive. They will strip us of our powers and titles; we will be less than what we are now. Fallen, forced to walk this worthless planet. I don’t think I could do that.” His voice, so sorrowful and so broken, like he feared something greater than death.

She tightened her grip, unable to let go. “I know it is hard, but we’ll be together. I will never leave your side, I promise you that.” Sarine’s lips pulled into a soft smile, she meant every word that left her mouth. No more lies, no more resentment.

“I believe you.” He whispered, wrapping his fingers around hers.

Together they walked out hand in hand. Leaving their world behind, abandoning their destinies and homes. The scripture of the word of God had been altered by their hands alone. An angel who had fallen from grace and a son, who had defied his father’s orders, had liberated themselves from fate. The marionettes had broken out of their strings, in search of a greater truth. They were eternally bonded to a word they thought never knew existed, ‘freedom’. At last they were free.

Impressum

Tag der Veröffentlichung: 04.11.2011

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