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 Posted: Tue Apr 13, 2010 7:39 pm
 ◄ A HIGH PRICE TO LIVE ►
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It had been weeks since that faithful day meeting the strange owner of Daemon as well as the events that had taken place. Satasha hadn't felt much like herself since, though she hadn't been feel well for the past week either. Her condition only seemed to be getting worse, a result of exerting herself far beyond what is normal. Currently the young woman sat idle in her hospital bed eyes staring at the far corner as if glaring rather at some obsolete shadow.
"Hmph." The unspoken word left her lips as did all questions she wanted to ask. But who might she be asking? To the nurses and doctors that visited her room they would see nothing more than a wayward shadow looming like a ghost in the night, for Satasha it was death incarnate. Sitting with an alluring smug poise. She spoke no words, barely breathing as it were. "Why are you here?" Satasha finally asked wondering what the woman would need. After completing their contract shouldn't she not be doing other things, claiming other lives?
Samael only sat. Quietly. Too quietly, deathly so. Her unseeing eyes blinked only momentarily before the fabric of her clothing rustled and her very image appeared next to the sickly girl in bed. "Am I not allowed to linger?" Her words were cold, void of emotion or concern of a true answer. It was a rhetorical question after all. Samael never had any problems doing as she pleased or saying just as much. "I have nothing on my agenda today. Watching you slowly die shall pose as my entertainment for these remaining years of your life. I find it most amusing."
Satasha could barely form words at the way Samael seemed to regard her. Nothing more than a walking corspe prolonging the inevitable end. "I-I don't like it when you're here. Can't you just leave me alone..." The plea was left on deft ears, Samael would not leave nor did she have plans to make these remaining years easy on the girl. To hinder one's own death was one thing but making it easy was another. No. Samael planned to make it the utmost unbearable. If Satasha felt the need to claim her life to be ride of the Death Angel, all the more reason to stick around. Either way Samael would have her soul.
With another rustle of fabric the death angel no longer remained. Coming and going as she pleased was a constant thing. As of now, she had other things to attend to... "Dear Satasha, as part of our contract I require the life of someone dear to your heart... say your goodbyes for their time draws near." On those words the cold that filled the room could provide no amount of comfort. Satasha knew her folks were the first to go. When they would go was never established but she knew all too well the high price it was to live.
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Posted: Thu Jun 03, 2010 5:24 pm
◄ AROUND AND AROUND AGAIN ►
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Satasha knew the price she would have to pay to ensure her own life but that didn't make it any better. Standing in the cold rain was like a shock to her system a wake up call that perhaps she was playing with a fire she could neither contain or control. It had only been weeks ago that she was talking and laughing with her mother, that her father had congratulated her on a new project she'd completed. Now staring at the mud before her the dirt that covered their coffins, what was she suppose to think, to do for that matter? If they didn't know why their lives were cut short they would now. The young woman wondered if their souls were at rest or where they forlorn at the darkness in their daughters heart that she would allow such a think to transpire.
Satasha didn't have the audacity to conjure tears not a single one spilled from her eyes but to onlookers it wouldn't have mattered. With no umbrella to combat the ran it seemed as though her grief and anguish were all too clear. Even with a weak body she was promised until 100 years of her life before she would meet her end. And so the least she could do was stand before their graves without a single tear for what she had done. Their lives in exchange for her own. Would they approve? Would they be at rest knowing they sacrificed something in exchange for their beloved daughter?
The all to chilling echo of a woman shimmered past a tree, grazing cold dead hands on the tomb stones before the young girl. "They went swiftly. No pain did I allow them to feel..." The woman whispered a cool almost redundant comfort to the girl before her figure whispered away on the wind. "It was the least I could do for such a selfish girl." And even the biting guilt did little to comfort her as she hugged herself and turned from the two graves.
"Miss lets get you home." Satasha's attendant announced silently as he wrapped a coat around her drenched frail form. He had insisted on shielding her from the elements but Satasha was not one to complain, the elements were the least of her worries. "I cannot die from something so trivial." She whispered to herself. "May God have mercy on my soul..." And for once she truly prayed with all her might.
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Posted: Sun Jun 06, 2010 3:05 pm
◄ TWOFER ►
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"You didn't have to take them both! You said so yourself, that one person would take my place a year!" Satasha couldn't bring herself to scream not to this apparition that stood before her. It was like standing in a minefield, one wrong move and she could be dead. Who knew what powers Samael were capable of, perhaps she could break the contract altogether with no consequences to speak. Either way, Satash was not of the mind to push too many buttons if there were any at all. "I just don't understand. Could you not have waited, taken someone else... or... or..." The moment to grieve was past but for the young teen it didn't seem right that both her parents had to suffer. She mulled it over in her head many nights before finally confronting the woman before her.
"Such a selfish child. I merely did them a favor. How is one parent to live without the other? They are life mates it is too cruel to take one." The cool response came on a breeze through the open window. The mid-morning air was crisp but kind, a soft kiss to any that were of the living commodity. Plucking at the curtains Samael sighed wondering what life was truly like. How these mortals took it for granted was beyond her level of knowledge, they did so much to end their own lives or the lives of those close to them. Satasha was no different and yet she had made a contract with this one. "Would you have me ask that you choose between the two? Think of it as you humans say, a two for one: Twofer." She breathed a low inhumane smile etched across her deathly features.
Satasha could only respond with a defeated look, a plea in her eyes that soon died. No she couldn't have chosen either parent. It was too cruel of her to assume but... letting the subject go she moved closer to the woman staring death in the face. Not many could claim they've done that and lived but for this teen somehow it made her smile, a morbid smile that even Samael could not miss. "You are truly sadistic little mouse. Do not let my presence blind you to your reason for summoning me. Finish your life's work in the time you have or spare us both this annoying cat and mouse and end it." With little more than a shrug of her bare shoulder the deadly figure moved toward the wall only to disappear all together.
The young teen sighed one last time before gathering her school supplies and heading for the door. She could only wonder what the day would bring her. With a new lease on life she had all the time in the world to explore those options.
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