His Royal Highness, The Demon Prince
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"And it was given unto him to make war with the saints, and to overcome them: and power was given him over all kindreds, and tongues, and nations." Revelation 13:7
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"I will definitely be there on Sunday. I'll see you then, Alexis." Slightly disappointed but still full of promise, Jason made his way out of the house and to his car. The days between then and the show were long and tedious. He did not see Alexis in that time, something that irked him. He had always liked to see the results of his labors. He could be patient, but Jason liked seeing progress first hand. The time he was away from her was stagnant and that was unacceptable.
But he had to grit his teeth and bare it for the sake of the mission. So much depended on this soul. He could not ruin it by being clingy.
It was with great anticipation that he entered the art show on Sunday. He eagerly searched the crowds for his target, but did not immediately find her. Instead--much to his dismay--he found Dominic. He would be there. Jason clenched his teeth and tried to shove his temper down. Losing it here would be horribly detrimental to the cause.
Jason chose not to immediately go to the angel and instead went to look at the art. He recognized much of it as Alexis's mother's, but other artists had joined the show as well. One artist in particular had chosen an interesting theme that Jason found highly ironic. His corner of the show centered around the theme of lost innocence. Many of the pieces boasted tragic shoots of children in chains or people falling to war and desolation. The art flowed along a progression of time, pictures of children matched with scenes from the beginnings of time flowed into older people matched with newer ages until it ended with a very modern picture matched to an older woman chained to a rocking chair surrounded by emptiness.
The demon found this interesting, but was mostly interested in the beginnings of the exhibit, where his own family was pictured. There was an absurdly erotic picture of Adam and Eve with the epochal apple. Jason tried not to snicker. His parents had never looked quite like that, inside or outside the Garden of Eden.
Next down the line was an illustration of himself, standing over the beaten corpse of Abel. Cain looked almost mournful in the picture, which was strange. Jason remembered that as one of his most triumphant moments, but artistic license was artistic license. The great, horned shadow looming up behind his image and dragging at his arms must have been Satan. The next scene over had some sort of beastly transformation, showing his marked figure and the loss of his original body as God cursed him.
That moment had been tragic. Jason winced to think of it.
It was while he was reminiscing that the angel came next to him.
"It's a good likeness. They captured your blackened and rotting soul." Dominic said without any greeting.
"I rather prefer to think of it as the improved soul, Dommie." Jason responded with a sneer. "I bet there are some paintings of Russians being tortured around here somewhere. We can see if you're in one. Oh but wait, you weren't remotely important to anything historical so no one would care enough to paint you."
"I have received my reward in heaven, I have no need of any earthly recognition." Dominic replied evenly.
"Naturally." Jason rolled his eyes. "Well, if you have your reward get back to it. Your interference is not appreciated."
"I do not take orders from demons."
"Not yet." Jason answered with a smirk. "But stick around long enough and we'll see where you're loyalties lie."
Dominic merely frowned at him and then went back to studying the paintings. "Do you not regret your actions? He was your brother--"
"He was a pompous self-righteous idiot. He had it coming. And now I'm the prince of Hell--soon to be king. There is nothing to regret." Jason replied flatly.
Dominic gave him a pitying look. "You will never see Heaven, is that nothing?"
"Nothing." Jason muttered, then glanced around to see if anyone was there to overhear their conversation. It would not do for someone to start questioning.
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"Babylon the great is fallen, is fallen, and is become the habitation of devils, and the hold of every foul spirit." Revelation 18:2
((Alexis can have overheard as much as you would like her too.
Sorry it took me so long to reply. Between plane flights and school starting I haven't had time to sit down until now.
Oh, it just occurred to me... You do know the story of Cain and Abel, right? I don't know if you're buddhist or something and never studied it.))