Katara daughter of Water
Ling daughter of Earth
Katara daughter of Water
Ling daughter of Earth
Katara daughter of Water
Ling daughter of Earth
I have found that I read books and am disappointed in how they turn out. That is how the world works, though. You see something, it looks and sounds interesting, but in the end it turns out to be crap. Sometimes the best things come in the worst packagings. I should practice what I preach and start looking at the stuff in the dull packaging. xD Perhaps I will find a healthy food that I can pig out on.
That sounds interesting, I would like to read that if ever I should get the chance.
Right now I am working on a few parts of my short story. I've actually taken the whole section out to work on it specifically and by itself.
It's a semester type thing, so here are the different end dates.
September 30, December 31, March 31 and June 30.
It's ok, I have to help myself anyways, I can't expect someone else to do my work for me. In any case, I'm trying to work out how Asmodaios explains the way to release a devil from hell, as I shall call their world since I have no name for it. Or should I call it Purgatory or crap... can't remember the name... or maybe that's it. I don't know. Anyways, so yeah, I'm working on that right now.
Well, for the length of the maximum words, I have to keep it limited. I've fixed it up a bit, and here's what I got.
“Did you just finish your food?” he asked his voice bitter and sarcastic.
“Why are you up here?” Syra retorted.
“The view is nice,” he replied sarcastically, “right here is the only place where anything makes sense.”
Her expression hardened, “what are you talking about?”
He turned to face her, his expression angered yet hopeful, “you should be like the people down there, Syra. You should be walking or driving your way to work, living a normal life, not skulking around looking for revenge.”
“Why do you care so much what I do with my life? It’s not like my choices affect your life. In any case,” she continued without giving him a chance to answer, her anger was once again rising. “Revenge will not do to me as it has done to you.”
Asmodaios moved swiftly, staring her down angrily, “Syra, you are not above anyone else on this earth. Revenge will affect you as it has affected everyone who seeks it.” He cupped her face in his hands, and directed her gaze directly into his own, “if you continue to ignore my warnings, you will become the very thing you hate. Syra, you will become a monster, someone who does not deserve to be in this world.”
Slapping away his hands, Syra backed up, “and I suppose you would know?” she shouted angrily, “you would know what revenge does to people because you were once in my place. I don’t see it Asmodaios, you are not human. How could you have been in my place?” She glared accusingly and piercingly at him.
“Why do you refuse to listen?” he shouted, pulling at his hair, “I told you, I used to be human, before my… friend was killed, I was just as human as you are now. When she was killed I did the exact same thing you are doing now, I summoned a devil and I sought out the people who killed her. Our situation is exactly the same except that I didn’t know the price of exacting my revenge, and if you ever bothered to listen to my warnings, you could avoid the same fate!”
“So then just tell me what your’ stupid warnings mean, Asmodaios! Stop avoiding the inevitable and tell me what happens to a human once revenge is exacted!” Syra yelled, going hysterical with anger.
“Isn’t it obvious?” he shot back at her, “can you not tell what getting your revenge this way means? Look at me Syra, really look at me! I am no longer the human I once was. I am a devil because I did everything in my power to take another life when I should have moved on. Revenge took my human life away and cursed me to the life of a devil.” As he concluded, he looked at Syra with burning eyes.
Syra was taken aback, but she could not bring herself to say anything to him. In the end, it did not matter what he said, she had a plan and she would not stop until she completed it. However, she could not bring herself to tell him this. If it pained him so much to see someone make the same mistake he did, then maybe she should just let him go back to the world of the devils.
The whole entire time Syra was silent, he kept his eyes directly on hers, “I can see the thoughts in your mind, Syra, I can decipher your expressions and decode the thoughts behind them. You can tell me you no longer need me, but I will not go. There is a reason you read about my name, there is a reason I specifically came to help you. The path you are on is not the right one, and I am here to show you that.”
Syra felt insulted. He acted as if she were a child who needed to be scolded for doing something wrong. “Revenge may not have worked out for you, but I am different, it will not affect me as it has you. Stop trying to point me in a direction I do not wish to go in, I will do as I please.”
“What does it take to reason with you?” he cried loudly, throwing his hands in the air, “do you not have a brain or is it that yours is damaged? Listen to me for once, you are just like everyone else, this path will affect you the same as anyone else who has walked it. There is no getting out of the consequences of this choice!” He glared at her, “you would have no hope of returning to this world as a human. Syra, no creature you meet will ever speak the name that will free you. Devils don’t care about anything except for revenge, no one will search for your name.”
“Why do you care so much about what I do? Why would I care if some idiot doesn’t know my name? Why should I fear consequences?” she yelled.
“Ego diversus sum! I care because I choose to care, just as any virtuous human would. Why fear consequences? I have given you reason to do so, Syra, revenge that which will transform you into a bloodthirsty monster should be reason enough.” For a long moment he stared her down, “walking the path you’re on will mean someday you will wish for some ‘idiot’ to know your name, so that ‘idiot’ can release you from hell.”
“Hell? Look around you Asmodaios, we’re in hell. This world is devoid of virtuous people, courtesy and virtues do not exist in this world.” she stared him down, both of them were silent.
His nostrils flared as he breathed in deeply and exhaled silently, trying to control his rising anger. Her nostrils flared with anger. Why could he not understand that the path she set for herself was the only one she could walk?
He took a few more deep breathes, and then began speaking. “Truly, I had hoped that maybe someday you would have come to notice, but it does not seem that you have. If you listened to what I have been telling you, and if you had questioned the way I touch you, you might have gotten the clue as to why I care so much, and why I believe that virtuous humans exist. Think, Syra, why do you think I hold onto your shoulders, or hold your face, or grab your arms, when I am trying to get a point across that think skull of yours?”
Syra had no answer for him, what could she say to all that? True to what he said, she didn’t notice anything, and she did not understand what he was talking about. “How should I know why you are a touchy feely devil?” she barked angrily, pissed that he would call her thick headed, though not with those exact words.
“My God, do I have to spell it out for you? When I first met you, you reminded me of someone I was close to, and since then… God I can’t believe it’s not obvious to you. This is maddening! Can’t you make the connection yourself? Surely you noticed something!” his words were flustered and unorganized as he continually pulled at his hair in frustration. “I’m at a loss here, Syra! I don’t think you would get it even if I spelled it out.” Plopping down on the roofs surface, he crossed his legs and laid his head in his hands, mumbling something about Syra not understanding anything.
“Damn it Asmodaios, just tell me, and be blunt! You know I won’t care what you say anyway.” She was not expecting his reaction to be a frustrated, yet somewhat, saddened sob. This situation she did not understand, and it was making her temper soar to new heights.
“That’s just it, you should care! Or at least have some kind of opinion. It’s what most humans crave, what some are afraid of, what some seek but never find.” He did not lift his head from his hands as he said this.
It seemed Asmodaios was weary, and ready to give in. Syra had finally won against him. So why was she not happy that she finally wore him down to the point where he would just go along with whatever she said? Why was she not rejoicing with this victory?
“Well, you already know I won’t get it on my own, so stop avoiding it and tell me.”
At those words he looked up at her but said nothing. His eyes said it all. The answer was right in front of her, but she was oblivious to it. Syra felt a strange distance form between them, and for some reason, she didn’t like the fact that it was there. Balling one hand into a fist, and covering it with her other hand, she turned and walked to the fire escape. Whatever it was that he could not tell her, well, it must not have been as important as he made it seem. If he was not going to say something, then she was going to plot her next move.
For right now, for the purpose of this scholarship, that is my rough draft for that part. If I end up writing it out fully as for a book, their argument will be much more in depth and hold so much more meaning and detail.
THIS. 