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Listen to the title. Don't post here. Or I will be forced to rain down a firestorm of death and destruction upon all of you.
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 My name is Shadow. I wasn't always called this, but I fear that I have fallen from grace. I cannot even remember my old name, and my old home is but a distant memory. I fear that it too will soon fade. I am being hunted by an envoy of the Lord. I do not know who it is, but if it comes to a fight, I will most likely die. I have been weakened by my transition from Holy Being to Fallen. It will be a while before in insane strength of a Fallen Angel appears. Right now, all I can do is run. I can't keep this up much longer. This crucial stage of transformation has made me mortal. Thus, I can feel pain and my whole body feels as if it were ablaze. I seek nothing more than release, and I have been pondering on stopping. Is this the punishment for helping humanity? |
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 They call me Evangeline, the woman with the will of the Lord written in the core of my being; hallowed once as a being of light, until this mission. My body was transformed as I undertook the one task I'd feared my entire life. Before this, I held a powerful distaste for the feeling of mortality, yet now here I am- my hair billowing out behind me as I stand in the middle of a field, my heart racing as I gain a shell of body. The world around me is full of vitality, corrupt and gleaming all the same. I do not see it in the same light as the humans, and my only purpose here is to rid the earth of one soul being...him. The fallen. His name I cannot say, for anger might flush through me, and the feeling of anger is so strong in humans. It scares me, yet empowers me in a different sense that seems to ignite my limbs, now muscled and ready to be used. Shadow...I will find you. And I will exterminate you. My heart surges as I open my eyes, inspecting my being, swathed in black linens. I can feel his ethereal being on this earth, and will go towards it. I have my weapons at the ready. |
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I cannot continue. My body won't allow it. My hunter was close, so close I could determine who it was. My old comrade Evangeline. If I were to die at least it would be at the hands of and old friend. I collapsed in the field, blood pouring from gashes that just appeared on my body. It was a shame. The transformation was almost complete. A few more moments of evasion and I could have survived. I closed my eyes and tried to fix my thoughts on my old home before I died. I soon found the memory had faded away. I cursed under my breath. I had that luxury now. I could sin. Though it seemed to be all for naught. I sighed and resigned myself to my fate. |
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I raced forth, sensing him near. I knew his scent, his very essence was distorted and tainted with a new sort of aroma that reminded me of death, rotten and sinful. I played along the fringes of his being, feeling my body lose its spiritual retinence, but all the same, it was adept with a new set of confusing longings, desires, and fears. I felt weak, yet stronger all the same. My mind whirred brilliantly as I held up my light lance, lessened in its weight so that I might control it with ease. I wished myself to find him, and then these fanatical feelings would be lost. Gliding over hillsides, I told myself there would be an end; and soon. I could not submit myself to such torture. Humans, they really did have it difficult, didn't they? Loping forth, my linens tied into a fashion that resembled 'pants', so that I might be given the benefit of speed, I could sense him near, and feelings that I'd not known distended upon me. What were they? I slowed myself, and could see him through a trail of trees. Was he wounded? |
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As I struggled to my feet, I noticed her one the opposite side of a thicket. It was almost complete. Almost wasn't good enough. Using my sword, color as dark as my soul, as a crutch, I limped over to a tree and faced her. Blood flowed into my dominant eye, so my vision was blurred. I smiled, awaiting my fate. I was ready for cold steel to pierce my flesh at any moment. Something was wrong. She was hesitating. Why? For some sick pleasure, like a cat playing with its food? I was outraged, but powerless at the same time. Cursing my own weakness, I was forced to endure this torture until such time she decided to end it. |
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I watched him with my eyes, the eyes that came with this body. He looked specifically weak, blood trickling down his face. Blood, the liquid that humans and mortals retained. It almost digusted her, a new feeling as well. She strode forth with more purpose at this moment, coming into a ten feet radias of him and his leaning body. She wondered breifly what had come to inflict such a wound on him, and her stomach flipped. What was she doing? She shut her eyes to the wind, fearful yet again. Why had God put her to this task? Her throat closed restaintedly, painting an image of hesitance. Why did she feel this way? An image of his weapon slicing through his flesh came to mind, and she shook, a great shiver running down her spine. What was this? She was alit with fury at herself, guilt, and what was this...mercy? He looked pained. This was the same being she'd gone on missions with long ago, and been close in the spirit realm. She felt her new hands shake, and her hand fell to her side, her knuckles clenched white over her lance. "You know why I have come, traitor?" She spoke in an authoritative voice; the voice feminine and alien to her. But it was hers. |
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When I spoke, my voice was raspy and fatigued. "Traitor? That's a new one. You probably don't care about why I'm in this situation, so why don't you end it?" The wounds slowly began to close. My last memories of home, other than Evangeline, were gone. I had completely fallen. Though one question plagued my thoughts: Why did I remember only her? Was it because she was hunting me? Or was it something more? It stepped forward, but stumbled, forcing myself to drive my sword into the ground to stay upright. The jump in my power was evident, though I was still feeble. I could probably tear her asunder in an instant. Yet I didn't. Why? |
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I felt his strength returning, and heightened my weapon yet again. But mine was stronger. I could wage our wills against one another and mine was still heavy and weighted with light. But as the thought of what I was willed to do came to mind, I tasted sin upon my lips, feeling guilt. I could not kill him. If I did so, would that not be a sin? The bitterness inside me increased, and my breath came bated. I could not answer him, so stood, and weapon was held out, pointing at him squarley. I could throw it and in a second it could slither through from one side to the other, killing him easily. But I couldn't. My hands shook, and my heart beat as a hammer might upon my ribcage. "You do not deserve so much as a second chance for the things you've done." I said on a heathen breath, but in the back of my mind I did not specifically know what he'd done, nor the concept of its sigularity. All I knew was that he was fallen, and did not deserve life. I lingered only because I could not do what God asked. Why not? I breathed, hating myself all the same. Mercy was of God, so why did he want me to kill him? I knew him once before this time, in another life. What was he to me, though? I thought toughly. |
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I approached her, suddenly able to walk again. She was confused, but far too prideful to admit it. I knocked her weapon from her grasp. It wasn't difficult; her grip was weak due to her shaking. I raised my blade as if to cut her from shoulder to hip. As I sliced down, I flipped by sword around and placed the pommel on her neck. Primal urges rushed through my mind. They would be so easy to indulge, but I supressed them. "If you can't kill me, take me back. Have God do it himself." I took her hand and placed my sword in it. I had a slight smile on my face as I did so. "It's torture for you, isn't it? Emotions?" |
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My eyes narrowed, and something dislodged within me. I held his sword with a fervor that was something i'd not known. I stared into Shadow's face, unknowing as to if I could. If I brought him back to God, it would mean i'd failed. As long as I finished the job, I'd be ok. But I couldn't. I pressed the blade closer to his neck, feeling power surge through me. Could I resist my human urges. I hated his voice, his cool voice and its knowing quialities. "Shut up." I snapped, punching him in the face, and pulling his sword back, launching it into the ground as I pulled ropes from my package. I'd been given survival items, and that was among it. Swiftly I sent myself to work at moving quickly, tying his hands behind him. I wondered if his body was able to burst from the ropes, but did not think twice of it. I could not kill him now. As long as I had him in my grasp...I could do it when these damn emotions were swallowed and lost to me. "I'll kill you myself Shadow..." Her voice faltered, as did her eyes, "When I feel it time." |
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I laughed and broke the ropes. My voice was soft and calm. "The punch, I probably deserved. But the ropes were overkill. I was coming with you anyway." I'd always been able to read her well. She wouldn't be able to kill me. As if to accentuate this point, I picked up my sword, placed it back in her hand and pointed the tip towards my heart. "Your orders weren't to take me prisoner. So why not kill me?" I saw the hesitancy in her eyes and stepped away, not wanting to press the issue further. |
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My eyes widened in direct rage as he broke the ropes. He was strong. Not in the way of light, but in some form that I did not understand. I swallowed tightly, willing his words away. Why couldn't I kill him? "Don't question me traitor!" I snarled, and took the sword, and with a heavy swing I threw the sword on the ground, for lack of drive. I couldn't kill him. I'd come to the conclusion though it was thick and irrational. How could this be? Mortality had given me a favorably large size of odd fear and guilt. Yet, my world spun about me, and I knew I must do it. It was almost as if God was watching me over my shoulder, telling me I must do it before he killed me as well. I glared darkly at Shadow, feeling weak and heartfelt. What was wrong with me, "I do not kill you, because I feel that you deserve a more painful death." I made excuses. |
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I sighed. "I've grown tired of your excuses." I took back my sword and placed in on her neck faster than even her eyes could follow. "Tell me why you hesitate. Tell me, before I tire of you as well." My voice convincingly feigned coolness. I couldn't even tell from the tone of my voice that I was testing her. I highly doubted that she would be able to read me anymore. My eyes weren't the same and we no longer shared a link. "Would you like to hear my hypothesis, Evangeline?" |
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I held my head high, knowing that he could do it if he wanted. He could, which made me furious in all ways. Why was my being so weak? I grit my teeth, unknowing as to what I could say or do. I was relying on trust in him, that he was weak as me. That he couldn't kill me. "Go ahead," I challenged, "It won't be correct." Yet, for some reason the empty spaces in my mind knew that he was going to be right. |
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