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 Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2007 1:24 pm
well read, post your comments....or pm me...and totaly enjoy the reading!
Table of contents
Post one: I only have...Two minutes left
Post two: Fairest in the land part one
Post three: splerb 'You know me'
Post four: Just Pretend
Post five: Of Gods and Lovers (exerpts)
Post six: Eternal Curse (prologue)
Post seven: Eternal Curse (Chapter One)
I'll be adding other things later. I'll probably scan some of my outfit designs on and share them with you. I think you'll like them ^_^.
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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2007 1:26 pm
I only have...two minutes left...
A random stream of mind essay for english class I lay in my bed, silent for once. My eyes are droopy, and I want to go to sleep, but that blasted sun light won’t let me. I hate the sun light. Just hate it hate it hate it! It is a bothersome bright light that burns you, turns me red as a lobster just for standing in it…and I hate the day. The doctor just left my room says I don’t have more then a few minutes to live. Well, couldn’t that idiot of a god of my parents take me away when it is night time? Or how about dark out? That way I could go to sleep and die peacefully. Well relatively peacefully. The pain is just killing me in itself. I mean I have always been in pain before, but not like this. I mean this is every organ in my body failing, melting, and rotting away within me while I am still living. They are like acid in my stomach, my chest, my abdomen. I hate the feeling of breathing liquid and burning my lungs just for the air I need to think. And my head is pounding so hard, like a Morse code that is saying…listen to that blasted heart of yours, it’s trying to stop beating….let it and die! But I don’t want to die. I don’t necessarily fear it, I just don’t want it. I had always wanted to sing on Broadway…be in The Little Mermaid on stage…to be a singer and gain a vast fortune and share it with the world. I wanted to share my talent with others, just like the birds on the tree out side. I wish I was climbing that tree; the blossoms are so beautiful this time of year. They’re pink…I never liked pink. Well I did for about three years…then I just got so sick of it that I blew it out of my vocabulary forever! I mean man do I hate pink! Blue is better, like the ocean, the sky…freedom. That is one thing I never really had. Total and complete freedom. I wanted to go out in the world and visit all the beautiful ocean view places, see the stars….go to mars. I am a Martian. I bet you a million bucks. I am totally not from earth, I am so weird. A million bucks. Gosh if I had a million…my family wouldn’t argue over money so much…or maybe we could be completely happy. Its not that we’re not happy, oh no…we just aren’t fully totally and utterly completely happy. It would be nice to read a book again. I love books…the doctor said that I can’t read. I hate that doctor. My whole body hurts because of him, because he said nothing was wrong when I said there was. But no one listens to a seventeen year old. Well, shows you! I really want to see the faces on all the kids at school…I wonder if there was an assembly today? Did any one miss me? I was out for a few days…gosh think of the homework I’ll have to make up. I’ll be kicked out of the play next year all over again if this keeps up. And how will I go to college? Wait…I can’t go to college…I’m dieing. The sun is setting, I have waited all day for the night fall. I love the night, its so calming, and the crickets are so soothing. You are protected in the darkness, and become who you really are…what are you going to do with out the darkness…I like the darkness…I think…I’ll shut my eyes a while.
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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2007 1:29 pm
The King
There once lived a humble king who served his kingdom well. He and his wife ruled over their subjects so kindly that a great wave of prosperity filled the land. Then suddenly, from what seemed out of no where, his beautiful queen died; leaving him son less, with a two year old daughter. The prosperity turned quickly to depression, every one was distraught to find their loving queen had died. Every one turned to the child for their futur; all the scholers jumped to teach her everything a child should know, all the weavers taught her their trade, the entertainers taught her as well, every one taught her every thing…teaching her to be the perfect queen.
Her father loved her so, but couldn't bare to keep her in his sights any longer, being constantly day by day reminded of his fair love; so at the age of twelve, he sent her away to the country to live with a kind peassent woman and her family. The kingdom once again had hope, that the child would be as wonderful as her father at ruling their kingdom. Now, a year later, the king married once again, to a young foreign lady with jet black hair and yellow brown eyes. Her beauty was astonishing, and the king had taken her to wife with his fools heart caught in her snare. She brought with her to the kingdom from so far away, her royal guards and her army to help the peacful nation keep peace with others. The guards scared the poor peasents, but the evil look of them didn't reach the love struck King. The kingdom was once again happy.
Only on their wedding night, the king died of a sudden heart attack and struck the strong king down. The kingdom was in turmoil. Many knights tried to force the new queen to marry them, to take over the kingdom. Many knights entered the castle, but none exited. The peasents were soon frightened that all was lost, they grew poorer and poorer, and the queen grew even more evil each day. Many lost their heads by her order, for so much as stealing a peace of bread. Many were starving, and many were mistreated by the royal guards. The most frightening of them all was the young Knight Lucien; no one lived under his order of capture. The kingdom was in ruins, and every one forgot about the kind hope they had found in the princess, believing her dead as well. But the mirical which happened next was more glorious then any event…the princess returned.
The Princess
Larah was fair haired, beautiful blue ice eyes, and the fairest skin that were she to walk out in the snow, you would lose her in the white wonderland. She was so protected by the kind couple that was watching over her that they never let her out of the house till night, in fear that the sun would burn her. One day, when she turned 18, she left the couple and went to visit her home…her father. She was in shock when she saw the disarray of her kingdom. She walked the streets and saw all the poor begging for money. Instantly, she gave them all three gold coins each.
"Don't worry, I'll help you," she had told a begging blind man. She knew though that he wasn't blind, but she did know he was poor.
"God bless you child." They all said, and she dropped a fourth coin in each hat, cup, rag, bag…just to keep the poor people alive.
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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2007 1:31 pm
You know me. The one you all thought was crazy. I have some thing you don’t, and you all know its there…but you don’t know what 'it' is. But I do. I have an imagination, and a hope that the imagination will come to life that causes such and aura that you all can see it. I love some one who know one knows…and that thought, is thrilling.
You might not believe me, but he is perfect and even with all my flaws, he loves me…
His name is Orion; he is the god of Thunderstorms and lighting. He can walk through walls, and flies on a cloud like Goku from DragonBall Z. He is beautiful. During the day, he is the most beautiful human you would ever meet…with one emerald green eye, and one sapphire blue eye. His dark hair is tied at the nape of his neck and his ear holds the black onyx that is his element…darkness.
In the night, his eyes become Grey mists, able to see through the darkness. His hair turns pitch black and is either spiked or falling free. I know he loves me, this perfect god…he has told me so.
Once a year, he comes to me and reminds me that he hasn’t forgotten me…that he does still love me and no matter what that he will find me, or be there to protect me. I found out about him in the seventh grade, when I had a dream of two beautiful people floating over me in a vast jungle. A woman in white and a tall man in black violet. He held his hand over me and I woke, the woman called softly to the brush and twins walked from the bushes. One blond and tanned, the other dark and pale. The blond had light icy blue eyes, tanned skin, and a light smile; while the dark haired boy, with his mysterious eyes, never smiled. He wore all black and looked at me confused as his mother spoke in another language. This language I soon learned and wrote down for others to learn, though i've gotten nothing but mockery about it.
But in the eighth grade, I went to a dance with my boyfriend, the boy I thought was Orion. I was sitting outside with him, and playing cards with his friends; when I looked up and saw a boy, standing under the parking light, and I could swear, his eyes just glowed…one blue, the other green, and as he stepped into the darkness, his glowing eyes glowed white…then faded to Grey. I turned to my boyfriend and asked him who the boy was, he only looked up and asked what boy…but by then, the boy had vanished.
I then found that my boyfriend wasn’t Orion. That the vision of the boy was Orion’s spirit coming down to check on me, which from then on, he did once a year. In the ninth grade, I was sleeping soundly, when I woke to a tapping at my window. I woke and rolled over to the edge of my bed, and looked to the floor. I was shocked to see a young man laying…or floating on my floor. His eyes closed, his black hair cut short. But I knew it was Orion, for with his arms crossed across his chest, I saw the two seal rings on his fingers. On his left hand's middle finger, was the seal of the Ceviten. On his right hand on his ring finger, was his seal ring. I closed my eyes, and woke fully to see he was gone, but on my floor I saw my Lunar Bible and was amazed to see it opened to the page of symbols…with the Ceviten seal and Orion's seal looking up at me.
That wasn't the last time. In the tenth grade, I was sleeping on my bed room floor due to my bed being covered in junk. I had been cleaning and was exhausted and went to sleep. Now it was summer, and my window was always open, except for that night, were it was rather chilly, and my feet were frozen, so the window was locked and closed. I woke in the middle of the night to my Ipod playing the intro to The Phantom of the Opera, and freezing. I sat up and crossed my room and turned off my music, and went to see why it was so cold in my room, and I found that it was rather warm everywhere else in the house. I turned to see my window wide open, not just the top down like I put it, but open from the top and the bottom. And there were some discarded flower petals from the cherry tree in my front yard, and next to it, was a cherry blossom. I quickly assumed that the wind had blown the petals to my window. That was when I remembered, that the cherry tree was in fact in my front yard, and this window opened to my back yard…and no wind could let a handful of petals go all the way around my house to my window.
Orion had visited me in the august of each year…which cause the despair of my eleventh year. Orion hadn't visited me in the august of my eleventh year, he didn't show, no evidence to his existence had popped up anywhere. I was so depressed; I started to believe that I imagined everything, even though I still have the flowers pressed in a book. And for months I was sad, and no one could figure out why, and I couldn't tell them, for every one thought me crazy enough as it was…I couldn't tell them that I was being courted by an angelic god! So, I was working on a sad poem for creative writing, typing on and on, when I noticed how dark it had suddenly gotten, it was October and just six o'clock, and the light should be fading, but it was terribly dark out. I looked out the window to find it raining…and not just raining…it was pouring!
I had run down to the deck and stood in the rain, remembering that Orion was the god of thunderstorms. I called out absently "Orion, are you there?" and to my surprise…a flash of lightning struck right in front of me, but unlike such close lightning normally should…no thunder followed. Nothing, absolute nothing. I stood in wet silence as I stared at the sky…finding that in the worst rain, I still saw the stars…I could even name the constellations…. I again, thought a bit in the pouring rain. "Orion…Do you still want me?" and with no answer, I asked for a yes or no answer, yes being a silent lightning like before…no being a light rolling thunder. I was knocked off my feet when a shockingly bright light pierced the sky to my left. I couldn't believe it…he had answered me. I then asked if he loved me, saying "If you love me, tell me with the brightest lightning, and the deepest, loudest, rolling thunder you've got!" and I was knocked off my feet to my but when all around me, lighting strike after lightning strike filled the sky, right after was the roaring thunder that shook the deck, and I don't me just vibrated the wood, I mean SHOOK the deck. I was on all fours from the blast, and I was laughing and crying. "Again!" I called out, and once again, lighting surrounded my house and the ground shook with thunder. I stood and danced in the light spectacular…the thunder tossing me like a leaf, my feet lighter then air.
I was so happy, then my family arrived home, and I called up that I had to return inside. I remember laughing, because a soft roll of thunder followed my statement; my first request as the 'no' answer from before. I blew a kiss up to the sky and a bright bullet of light instantly followed by a rolling thunder clap hit the woods in my back yard…and I went inside and pretended nothing happened.
You know who I am, I am the one you all thought was crazy, but my imagination holds me up to such a height that I can make my visions come true…and I love someone that loves me back, and I'll meet him under the light of the full moon, on the river Eridanus. Orion has yet to come this year...and I wonder what he plans for this time…
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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2007 1:33 pm
Just pretend
I can pretend that you don't exist.
I can pretend that you're not there.
I can pretend that every time you look my way,
that you don't set my heart a flame.
I can pretend that violets are green.
I can pretend that voices don't hurt.
I can pretend that my miled heart doesn't sing,
when you're near me.
I can pretend I don't care.
I can pretend I don't love you.
But what is it telling my heart,
that you are the only one out there?
What do i do when i can't pretend any more?
I already feel like i want to die...
What do i do when i don't want to pretend any more?
I just want to rot away and hide.
Thank you for being honest...
thank you for being nice...
I don't deserve such kindness.
So now its my turn to pretend,
that i can just run away.
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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2007 1:35 pm
The school bell just rang, and all the students were walking from their groups to their first class, couples kissed goodbye, friends waved and left…but in the hidden cubby near the Mac labs, one couple didn't part. Orion, known as Aaron, and Mae were close in each other's arms, they kissed, laughed softly, and held each other close.
"I'm going now…" Mae whispered. Aaron only nodded and kissed her again. She backed away slowly, regretfully. "Ok, I'm really leaving now,"
"Yeah," and he pulled her closer and held her tight, kissing her eagerly, with her returning the kiss.
"Ok...This is me leaving…" she said against his lips as he kissed her.
"Right…" and finally they were able to part, and with their hands clinging to each other, they started away, only stopping briefly to kiss once more before they went to their different classes. "See you," he said with a smile.
"Soon." She replied, and she ran off to her class before the bell rang. Orion happily jumped and danced on his way to class, whistling and joyfully humming, he sat in his chair and went about his day. Whenever he saw Mae in the hallway, he would walk lopsided toward her and brush his shoulder against hers, flashing a quick smile.
When ever they had the chance alone together, he kissed her forehead, her eyes, her neck, her ears, her lips. At lunch, he sat with his friends, but when she stood to get a drink of water from the water fountain, he followed through the lunch line and met her in the music hallway, taking her in his arms, pressing her against the wall, kissing her hungrily.
"Come on," she giggled as she fought. "It's lunch! You've got mayo on your lips."
"I'm hungry…and I'm having you for lunch…" he said as he kissed her.
"Stop with the sappy lines…" she said with a smile, before she reached up and kissed him back as longingly as he was. She finally broke free from the kiss and returned to her table, and he returned to his table with a cookie and ice cream; having to have some excuse for getting up. At the end of lunch, they both exited the café, and walking side by side in the crowd, finding some way to get pressed shoulder to shoulder, linked pinkies as they walked…only to get separated once again to go to their classes.
Orion was happy, happier then the last time he had descended. Being with Mae felt so right, like something clicked…just like two gears moving against each other in perfect harmony. Orion shook his head of the wicked thoughts that filled his mind and sat in his seat for English. Soon the class started, and he found himself looking out the window. He hated English, he hated school…after over a million years, he had learned all this before a thousand times and again, plus, he had lived through it all. After more then eight descents…he was getting rather tired of it.
He thought of what he was going to do after school that day with Mae. To his dismay, he saw the thunder clouds form out side the school. 'Damn…' he uttered silently. 'Schools not even over…and I have work to do…' he raised his hand and asked to go to the bathroom, the teacher nodded her head and he sprinted to the lavs.
Once he was in the bathrooms, he stood in one of the stalls and gracfully lifted his arms over his head. As he did, his earth school cloths evaporated and slowly shifted to his dark navy tunic and black pants and boots. His black ear stud became the dangling chain that connected to the top of his ear with his seal symbol as a charm dangling off the chain. His wrists were covered with his silver wrist bands, his choker returned to his neck, and his hair grew to the spiky style he was more accustom to and completely changed.
He sighed as he lowered his arms slowly to his sides, pushing against the air and forcing him up into the air.
He floated in mid air for a moment as some one trotted into the lav, taking the stall across from him. Orion bit his lip and quickly pushed the air below him and shot himself to the skies, using his phantom powers to soar through the ceiling of the school to the clouds. Claud met him halfway and he landed on the stratus cloud and flew the rest of the way to Cloud Castle.
The thunder clouds were thick, and heavy with rain, and Orion was the god of thunder storms… it was his responsibility to control the amount of lighting and thunder and rain let loose by the tame storm clouds. He arrived in the controle room infront of the pannel and waited for the clouds to cover the High School. Once they were in possision, he flipped the rain switch, and the clouds let loose the rain that swelled them, the pain being eased. They wailed in reply, lighting being formed as they talked to him.
"Shh guys…" he responded through his head set. "Not yet." He looked down through the window to find the room Mae was in, he couldn't find it. But he did hear who he wanted to. The Astra.
"Orion…" said the distinct female voice. "Do you still love me? Loudest thunder and brightest lightning." She said.
Orion smiled, and instantly let loose five strongest lightning strikes and right after pushed the button that let the rolling thunder shake the school. He heard the Astra laugh, and the rest of the school cry out in shock. "Thank you," she said. She had to be Mae...she had to be. He let another lightning fall to the earth in response.
"Yes…" Once she had stopped contact with him, he returned to the health of the clouds, letting them toss the lighting in different places, and pushing the buttons and turning the knobs to controle the rain downpour. He hear his room door open and in walked his mother, Queen Luna. He ignored her, knowing what she was going to talk about. No doubt she had heard about his 'affair' with Mae, and had come to stop it. He hated having to follow a lead that is stale…and loving only Mae didn't help much. Once his family found the Astra…he would have to leave Mae behind and woo the girl who held the Celestial title. He didn't want to do that.
Luna floated into the room, her dainty feet never really touching the ground. Orion only continued to flip switches, push buttons, turn knobs, and talk to the healing clouds. She stood behind him patiently as he continued for about fifteen minutes…atleast till she couldn't wait any longer.
"Son…" she said in her soft voice. Orion stopped and twitched at the sound of his name. He lowered the pressure on the clouds, causing them to lighten the rain fall on earth.
"Yes mother?"
"Orion, we need to talk…" she said, her voice like velvet against his spine. Warm and inviting, but frightening…knowing that if he gave into the soft quilts she spoke…he would never get what he wanted.
"About what mother? I am a little busy." Was he answer.
"This is important."
"Can't it wait?" he asked as he walked across the room to the monitor, reading the stats on the multiple clouds in his care. He called through his head set to three fully empty and healed clouds and told them to float on away.
"No it can't my son, its about the Astra." Orion flinched at the sound of the Astra's Celestial name. He stopped short…his head racing, thinking about what to say.
"So?" He walked past his mother and went back to the controls.
"We've found her." Orion stopped in his tracks at his mother's statement. He turned toward her and gaped. His mind instantly went to Mae, how she had melted his stone cold heart, how she spoke and everything felt right. He recalled the way her lips felt pressed against his, her arms around his neck, her body against his. He realized he had stopped breathing, and took in a deep breath as he looked to his mother. He shook his head and walked to the monitor.
"Orion…"
"Mother I'm busy…please talk to me another time." He pushed a few more buttons and let a few more clouds go.
"No, this takes top priority. You must return to the school, your brother will take over your duties as the rain maker and you go down and talk to the Astra after school, find an excuse to meet with her, and start to woo her like you're supossed to."
"Why do I have to do this?" he asked as she let the rain fall harder on the earth, the school bell had rung, and the classes were being dismissed, the teacher was looking for him, and had given up. He saw Mae walking the halls to her locker, hoping to see him walking her way to get to his car, but was disapointed to see he didn't come. His heart fell at her face. And he accidently leaned onto the controls and set the world a light with loosed lighting and pounding thunder. He tried to correct his mistake, seeing Mae outside walking to work, dancing in the rain and laughing, while every one else was so hurried to get out of the rain. He smiled.
"Orion, you know why. Your grandfather chose you, you have no choice," she informed him. "Don't you want to know who the Astra is?"
"No."
"But Orion!"
"Oh mother! I don't care any more. I love some one else ok?"
"You cant!" she exclaimed. "You can't just toss away your duty!"
"My duty? My duty to what?"
"To the whole world! If Cornelio accomplishes to take the girls heart, then the world will surly be set to flame by Jud's arms." Queen Luna said as she walts to her son. "You can't put any one in that danger!"
"But I don't want to love the astra…I love some one else" he uttered
"You don't even know who the astra is!"
"I just know, that if it's not Mae, I don't want to love her, "he said calmly as he looked down to earth and watched as Mae dance. "If I can't love her, and be with her for the rest of my life, I don't want to live. I've fell for the astra time after time, and each time, she was brutaly ripped from me and sent to her deaths, or I was sent to mine. The pain I have gone through had hardened my cold heart. But after I met Mae…I can't help but let my ice cold heart melt and let her in, it just feels right with her."
"Orion…" Luna said with tender care, she took her son's face in her hands and looked him in the eye. "I know what true love feels like, and I also know the feeling of loss. Please, tell me son, if you marry this girl Mae…and Cornelio wins…you would be condeming her to death by Cornelio's hands." She said truthfuly.
Orion stopped. He looked down to Mae who was now utterly drenched and walking to the library after finding she was taken off the work schedual. His heart fell to the depths of dispair.
"Mae…is my everything." He said. He saw Cornelio wander to his car and watch Mae dance, then turn to the girl who caught his eye. Orion turned to the girl and almost cried in anger. The girl he was looking to was Courtney.
"Courtney is the Astra. She has the Celestial readings going hay wire,"Luna informed her son. "She's the Astra." Orion leaned against the control pannel and hung his head. He hated Courtney, why did it have to be her….why did he have to bind himself to that selfish witch?
"Mother…" she heard him say. She turned to see him crying, her big grown son crying.
"Orion…."
"You can't do this to me…" he said through cries. "You can't ruin my life like this…she can't be the Astra…she's evil, she's rude and mean, she teases poor Mae ruthlessly…why is it her!"
"Orion…we didn't pick her…"
"Why does Grandfather have to do this then?"
"He doesn't, its just the way the soul searches for a matter like its own." She held her son from behind in a tight hug.
"Mother…"
"Orion, you have to tell Mae you can't see her any more." She said. "It’s the only nice thing you can do for her."
"Mother I can't do that…"
"You must…"
"Mother I love her."
"If you love her, you would do whats best for her, and woo the astra to make sure she lives a full life!" his mother said sternly. "Go!"
And with that, his mother left and slammed the door. Orion was left to finnish his storm…and he couldn't handle it any longer. He shooed the clouds away to New York and made them finish dumping their rain water there, no more lightning was struck, no more thunder rolled, he had left and flown down to earth.
He teleported into his car and drove the rain drenched road. He found Mae walking in the rain and stopped beside her. She looked shocked that some one stopped at first, till she saw the driver, and she climbed to the window of his truck and leaned on her arms and smiled in.
"Hey."
"Hey…"he answered "Do you need a ride? Your drenched," he was proud of himself at how calm he spoke these words…knowing that every word he uttered was one word closer to the fatal words. 'I can't see you any more'. Mae smiled and she opened the door and climbed in.
"Thanks…" she ruffled her hair and buckled in. He pulled out and drove to the library. She sat there, looked his way. Amazing her senses, he thought, when she instantly seemed to notice that something was wrong. "Aaron…are you ok?"
" No, I'm not…" he said saddly as he pulled into the parking lot. He locked the doors and leaned toward Mae. "Mae…I " he paused. Here came the words that he didn't want to say. "I don't think this will work." He said. Mae's face fell, understanding filled her saddened eyes.
"What….oh."
"It's not you, its not even me…its…this stupid rule my family has." He said, he had to tell her the trueth, with out telling her the whole truth. "I have to marry…a girl who is a lawer or something like that…" he said. Mae smiled slightly.
"I could become a lawer for you," she said as she kissed his cheek, each word , each kiss stabbing Orion in the heart, "or what ever you mother or father want."
"Its not that easy…they picked my future girl already." He said. He took her hand and squeezed. "Mae…please understand. I….I love you, but I have to marry some one else…"
"Who" she asked painfully. "Who is it?"
"Courtney…" he said as she held his hand.
"What?"
"I am sorry….My mother wont let me go…"
"I can't believe you!" she cried. "Courtney! Courtney! After all she's done to me!"
"Mae please it wasn't my choice!"
"Right….just the story of my life…I'm not talking to you…Go away!" and before he could say anything, she jumped out of the car and sprinted into the library.
"Mae! Mae!" he wanted to chase her, only the thunder up in the sky called him away. "Damn..." he said as he hit his head against the wheel. The one person he ever will love in this damn life time...and he cant love her. "I hate being a demi god. And i hate the Astra."
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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2007 1:47 pm
Prologue
The rain fell hard on the ground, puddles were every where, and arch deep. The sand on the shore was eroding away from the force of the large waves hitting at top speed. On the disappearing sand was a damp figure, running as fast as she could with what little strength she had left. Her foot prints washing away with the rain. Clutched to her chest, was a little bundle of cloth and flesh; her infant child, only 8 months old, was crying, sobbing in fright from what she had seen.
The woman was clothed in peasants’ attire, a loose blouse held close by the rain and her dirt brown skirt. Her feet were bare, her stockings had holes and runs, and she was covered in blood. Her hair was matted with leaves, dirt, and blood. Her face and body covered in deep cuts and wounds. She staggered up the beach to the hut next to the bakery. She fell in weakness on the front step as she sheltered her child.
The occupants were awoken and came to the door at the sound of the mother’s head hitting the wood door. The husband opened the door and gasped. The mother had fallen dead on the ground with the infant child crying on the step. The wife instantly knelt and picked up the babe, not seeing the satin pouch and note at the mother’s fingertips.
“What happened to her, Michael?” The wife asked as she rocked the crying child.
“I don’t know Venessa,” he knelt down and placed his fingers on the mothers neck and tried to feel her pulse. He shook his head. “She's dead,” he said sadly as his wife gasped and held to the child. That was when Michael saw the little satin pouch and note next to the mother. He took the note and opened it.
Please care for my child, she is all I have left, I can’t care for her myself, and please don’t … and the writing was blurred… from the rain and the ink had run, Michael looked to the end and read My little child, Christy. Thank you. Michael stood and looked down in horror.
“What is it Michael?” Venessa asked. Michael shook his head.
“She gave us her child, she died trying to give us her child…” he said. “She is bruised badly, and terribly cut. She looks like she was in a fight.”
“What if her husband beat her? And she didn’t want this adorable child to suffer the same fate?” Venessa said. She cradled the infant and lulled it to sleep. “Poor baby…We must take care of her!” She said happily and put the child in the little crib in the corner of the room next to the fire. Michael turned angrily.
“No she can’t sleep in Joseph’s crib!” he yelled. Venessa tucked the child in.
“Why not! God took Joseph away from us, only to guide that poor mother here to give us this child!”
“Christy…” Michael said emotionlessly. Venessa shouted for joy.
“Oh Christy!” she looked at the child happily. “Such a beautiful name.”
“But not Joseph’s crib, Venessa I have a bad feeling about this.” Michael said sadly. Venessa walked to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. She looked deeply in his eyes and kissed him. When she backed away she smiled slightly.
“Feeling about what?”
“That this girl will be the death of us…of you…I feel a loss…why?”
“Please, Michael. She won’t do any thing; you won’t lose me. I swear.”
“But…”
“Please…I always wanted a girl.” She said pleadingly.
“But I wanted a son, to help me fish…”
“And you’ll get one…” Venessa said as she kissed his cheek. “Just take this child in…”
“Ok Fine.” He said Venessa joyfully kissed him and ran to the child. Michael smiled at his wife’s happiness. “You’re smiling,” he said.
“Hmmm?”
“You’re smiling for the first time in six months. For the first time since our son died” He said. “I’ll do anything to make you smile. I love you,” He said. Venessa smiled.
“I love you so much Michael.” She said back. She saw the satin pouch and nodded to it. “What is that?”
“Some thing from the mother.” Michael said. Venessa nodded.
“We’ll give it to Christy at her 16th birthday.”
“Ok. You put it in the loose stone above the fire place ok? Keep it safe there.”
“Ok… I love you.” Venessa said. Michael smiled.
“Now I’m going to get the doctor, or the caretaker, this woman needs a proper burial.” And Michael left, lifting the woman’s body in his arms after wrapping it in cloth and walked the three blocks to the church where the doctor lived.
Venessa joyfully cared for the child, and ran to get some small blankets from the kitchen cabinet when she saw on the table the little satin pouch and the note. She read the note and opened the pouch. Inside were a beautiful golden pendent of a pentacle and chain, and a golden ring with old symbols on it, and an earring of gold, twisted into a hoop. The jewelry was gorgeous. Venessa had to try the necklace on. She felt the gold touch her skin and she felt cold all over.
A cold breeze blew through the room, blowing the fire in the fireplace out. She gasped. There was a knock at her door, and Christy began screaming. Venessa hurriedly shushed the babe and went to the door.
“Yes? Who’s there?” she asked as she opened the door. She soon backed up and screamed at the shadow in her doorway. “No! Get back No!!!!!”
Michael arrived home to find the door open, Christy screaming hysterically, the fire out and Venessa out cold on the floor. He ran to his wife. “Venessa!” he called out. The Doctor had followed him home to check on the baby, but his new patient was now the half-dead woman on the ground.
“Doc…is she ok?” Michael said hurriedly, watching the doctor actions. When the doctor put his towel around his neck and shook his head, Michael started crying.
“I’m sorry Michael, she’s gone. I think a heart attack. I’m terribly sorry.” He said, Michael sobbed, boldly holding his wife’s dead body in his arms and crying into her.
“No…Venessa…. No…” he sobbed over and over, he found the necklace and took it off. He looked to the table at the jewelry from the pouch and started crying angrily as he tossed the necklace on the table and cried with his wife. As he sobbed, the doctor gave the crying Christy a check up, he found she was as healthy as she could ever be. The doctor lefts with Venessa’s body an hour later, leaving Michael alone with Christy sleeping in the crib. He walked angrily over to the child and lifted a knife high above her head. Amazing the senses of an infant are, almost as if on cue, Christy started sobbing.
Michael started to drive the knife down, when he saw Christy’s blue eyes sadly look up at him. He stopped mid-swing; Christy’s infant stare reminded him of Venessa’s baby blue eyes. He started crying silently again as he dropped the knife to the floor and tenderly lifted Christy in his caring arms and started rocking her to sleep.
“Shh… “ He said. “Shh…Venessa would have… wanted me to take…take care of you… she still sees me in heaven... Caring for you will… make her smile.” He said as he looked into Christy’s eyes. The baby smiled peacefully and started to sleep almost instantly. “I’ll do anything-- to make her smile.” He said and he placed the sleeping child in the crib and went to bed.
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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2007 2:09 pm
Chapter 1
(Seven years later)
“Christy!” Michael called out the kitchen window. It was Christy’s seventeenth anniversary of the day she was found, and the death day of Venessa. But Christy was no where to be found. It was fifteen minutes to 3:00, when he held the prayer time. She had run out to wash her cloths in the water at the beach and had borrowed one of Michael’s small pairs of trousers and her old blouse. But she had been gone for over an hour. She must have stayed out swimming.
“Christy! Lunch!” He called. No answer. “Oh well, she’ll come back when she’s ready to get out of the water.” He said.
Down at the pier, Christy was swimming happily, finding smooth white stones for her little ‘prayer wall’ around her garden in the front of her and Michael’s house. She had left her laundry up on the pier and swam her troubles away. It was her ‘founding day’ what every one else would call a birthday, but the difference for her was that, on her birthday, two people died. She lost her mother, and Michael lost his wife. Because of this, Michael always held a little prayer in front of her garden for his late wife Venessa, and for her mother.
Her founding day was always sad. She remembered how every year on this day, Michael would cry when he woke up, and she would always go to do her washing and end up swimming. “Other kids are lucky to have a birthday. My day is so sad…two people died, that is a hard thing to grasp. Especially for a little girl of 5…" which was when she was informed of her mother and Venessa’s death.
She looked up to the sky and let her copper, mid back length hair flow freely around her body. She then saw the position of the sun in the sky and jumped. She looked out to the sea and saw the fishing boat of old man Jake slowly return from the sea.
“Oh no!” she cried. “Old man Jake is coming back from his fishing route! I’m late!” she cried. She ran out of the water up the beach and up the pier; lifting her cloths bucket in her arms, she sprinted, dripping wet up the hot sand to her hut like house. Jake’s fishing route was like clockwork, always went out at 5:00 am, and came back at 3:00.
Christy loved Jake, he was a grandfather to her, and he always told her fishing stories. His most recent stories were filled with the characters of the Lister, the Soul Pirates. He always was finding more stories to tell Christy about, always finding some thing to propel their evil. Christy didn’t have time for Jake’s stories today…It was almost 3:30 and she had to get home for the prayer time at 4:00. She and Michael lived next to Mm. Planters and her husband the baker, so they got bread and pastries for free. She had to pick up some bread for their dinner, and Mm. Planters' was the place to go. So on the way home she crept in front of the window of her kitchen and ran into the bakery. Mm. Planter smiled.
Mm. Planter had taken in her nephew Justin only a few months ago, Christy never saw him though, he was always on his boat and fishing, and when he wasn’t there, he was out in the carpentry carving or the blacksmiths making swords. She heard many things about him, he was the talk of the town...and all the other girls exclaimed how handsome he was, but she never saw him, she didn’t even know how old he was. So while other girls fretted to go to the bakers for bread with out a group, she would just waltz in, knowing this boy was no where to be found.
“Hello Christy,” her voice rang through the bakery. “Michael was just calling for you. Are you wearing pants?”
“Yes I know. I forgot…could I have some cinnamon buns? And some sweet bread?” Christy asked. “And I was swimming,” she said laughing.
Mm. Planter smiled and nodded, lifting the sweet bread from the shelf into the already full basket with her chubby hands. The middle-aged woman was a cinnamon roll herself, rolls every place a roll could be. But she was too cheery to get weirder then her. She handed Christy the basket and smiled.
“Ok. Now you get next door quickly. Michael has a surprise for you.” She said. Christy smiled and lifted her basket of cloths and balanced the basket of bread on top. And no sooner had she turned around had Old Man Jake walked into the bakery.
“Hey ho Madam Planter!” he called. He walked in and pinched Christy’s cheek, as the old man had done for the past 17 years of Christy’s life. “Ho Hi Christy!” he said. He tapped her shoulder. “Hey Christy…I got something for yeah…” he said as he reached into his pocket. And he pulled out a Purple Shelled Crab Coral necklace. Christy gasped. "Justin helped me find a whole flock of these...if thats what you call em." The necklace was made of the coral native to her little village seashore, a royal purple coral that took the shape of a crab claw. They made little beads out of the extended coral for necklaces, they were very rare, and when you find one, you normally would sell it to countrymen for 50 gold pieces. "Do you like?"
“Jake!” she called. “You can’t give this to me!” she said. The old man laughed.
“And why not?”
“You could sell that and buy that new boat you’ve been wanting.” She said.
“You don’t like it?” he asked.
“Not the case at all!…I love it but you could buy…”
“Oh don’t bother changing my mind…” he said as he pushed the necklace in her hands. “Besides…there is a whole bushle more of these where this came from. And this here coral is the only known coral to repel Soul Pirates.” He whispered in her ear. Christy smiled and stuffed the necklace in her pocket.
“Thank you Jake.” She said. He smiled.
“No worries…no worries, just to see you smile on your founders day.” He said as she walked off to the counter. “I’d like a crab pie please Madame Planters.” He said pulling out three copper pieces.
“Coming up dear. You hurry up to Michael, Christy” Mme Planter said.
“Thank you so much Mm. Planter. See you tomorrow.” She said and ran off next door and came in the back door. Placing the cloths basked down and placing the basket of bread on the table, she walked in and knotted her hair in a knot and walked around the dark room. “Michael? Where are you papa?” she called. She took the necklace out of her pocket and placed it on the table.
“Surprise!” she heard him call as she spun around to see him holding a pound cake with a small pillar of wax lit in the center. “Happy ‘founding day’ Christy” he said smiling. Christy was shocked beyond belief.
“Oh Papa!” she called. “ Oh you shouldn’t have!” she said as he placed the cake on the table. He lifted a cinnamon bun from the basket and laughed.
“You went to Mm. Planters too?” he laughed. Christy smiled. “ For the past 17 years today has been so sad…such a burden for you. It’s about time I made it happy, just for you…it’s about time. Blow out the candle, make a wish” he said.
“Hmm…I wish…” she stood in thought.
“Shh don’t tell me! Keep it a secret!” he said.
“Oh, ok….” She closed her eyes and wished with all her heart, then blew out the candles. Michael smiled.
“Happy ‘founding day’ Christy” he said as he hugged her.
“Thank you Papa, I’ll get the plates.” She said. Michael took her shoulder.
“Wait there is more.” He said.
“What?”
“Here,” he said. He walked over to the fireplace and removed a loose stone from next to the silver chalice that Christy made in the blacksmith’s one year. When the stone was out of the wall there was a little hidden cavern with a silk or satin pouch hidden in the darkness. “Ha! It’s still here!” he called and he replaced the stone.
“Papa what is that?” Christy asked. Michael walked holding the pouch close to his chest.
“It is some jewelry from your mother.” He said as he handed the pouch to Christy. "You're real mother. And Vanessa would have wanted me to give it to you."
“Oh Papa.” She said. She fingered the soft materials of the pouch. “What is it?”
“Now open that up.” He said. And Christy opened up the pouch and saw the earring and pendent, and the ring. The ring caught her eye first.
“Oh Michael they are beautiful!” she cried. She hugged him again and took the ring from the pouch.
“Will you wear all of them?” he asked. Christy shook her head.
“No, just the ring, Oh you have a pierced ear do you want the earring? I’ll put the rest back in the wall” she asked. Michael nodded, took the earring and replaced the pouch. “Thank you.” She put the ring on; a cold feeling slowly came over her. She shivered. Michael looked worried as he shivered as he placed the earring in his ear.
“You ok?” he asked. “Did you just get a strange feeling?”
“No…” she lied. No need to worry him. She shivered again.
“You sure?”
“Yes, just a little cold….” Suddenly she sneezed. Michael laughed.
“You shouldn’t be in the water as much as you are young lady, the water is giving you a cold!” he took the blanket from the chair and wrapped it around Christy’s shoulders.
There was aloud crash of Thunder and a bright clap of lighting as rain started to pour hard on the roof. Then a crack split the silence as a fallen branch struck the window. Christy screamed, Michael looked at the window confused.
“Funny. I t was only sunny moments ago…” he said as he looked out the window.
“Summer rains you can never predict them,” Christy said. Michael nodded.
“Yes I guess you’re right.” Michael said. Christy watched with fright as the lanterns blew out from the wind. Shadows filled the room. “I better light these again” he said Christy pulled the blanket tighter on her shoulders. And he stood and walked to the fireplace. There was a hard knock on the door. Michael ran to answer it. “Yes?” It was Mm. Planter.
“Michael! It’s Justin!” she screamed. “He didn’t come back yet. He didn’t go to the blacksmiths or the carpentry…he is still on his boat!” she screamed. Christy looked around franticly as Michael looked at Mm. Planter stunned.
“Why did you come to me. I know nothing of boats!” Michael shouted over the wind howl.
“I knew Christy did. My husband and his brother taught her. Please Christy, go find Justin please!” she shouted. Christy had pulled on her cloak quickly and ran out the door to the docks. Old man Jake was still on his boat tying it up.
“Jake, I need your boat!” she called. Jake trusted her and lent her the boat. As she readied the boat, she heard calls from behind her.
“Christy!” It was Michael. “Please keep safe. If anything happens to you…” he said over the storm. “You’re the closest thing I have to a daughter.” He said. She softly smiled, she knew he ment one thing...
“Don’t worry, I will be back,” she said boldly, and kissed his cheek. “I’ll be back soon.” And she set off. To think her secret passion of boating would come in handy on all days, and for the most important of reasons. She was out on the stormy sea for more then a half-hour when a fog covered the whole sea. Christy could see nothing.
“Justin! Justin! Where are you!” she called.
“Who is that?” she heard. It was a male voice. It was right next to her.
“Justin, please keep shouting and come to my voice.” She said loudly.
“Ok…. Are you to my right?” he asked
“I think, reach out to me!” she called and she soon felt an arm on her shoulder. She took his hand and brought the boats close enough to see Justin’s face. She almost gasped. Justin was an eighteen year old man who was so handsome, her words where ripped from her mouth.
“Thank you” he said as he started looking up at her, when he saw her, he almost gasped him self. “They sent you to save me? Was there no better fisher man?” her words quickly returned.
“Shut up, tie your boat to mine.” She commanded.
“How the hell did a girl find me in this fog?” he called arrogantly.
“Shut up and help me.” She shouted.
“Fine but I’m not thank-ugh!” and he was silent; she watched him fall to the floor of his boat, which had floated away, now two feet away.
“Justin!” she called. She saw he was hit on the head by something, and that was when she screamed. There was a man, with the most frightening face; he had a parrot on his shoulder.
“Hello deary…you have the ring I see. I hit the wrong chum!” he said and laughed. Suddenly the fog around her disappeared, and right before her was a great big ship, she saw the Jolly Roger on the flag and screamed.
“Pirates!” she looked to Justin and the Pirate laughed.
“Yes deary. And you have something I want!” he said and in his hand, a whip materialized and he drove the whip down and latched her wrist. “Come here deary, give me your soul…” he laughed. Justin started waking up but the parrot soon dropped from the pirates shoulder and with god like strength dived at his head, knocking him out once more with it’s beak.
“OUT LIKE A LIGHT…OUT LIKE A LIGHT” the parrot screeched. “GIVE US YOUR SOUL…GIVE US YOUR SOUL…”
“Justin! My soul?” she asked horrified.
“Yes…those who wear that ring, and many other golden items, are our next victims…you smell familiar…Ah! Your Dina’s girl!” He called. “How would have thought that I would have my niece next…”He laughed.
“Niece?” she cried. “Who are you?” she asked. He smiled.
“ I am Becky…Val ‘Becky’ Johan. I am the captain of that merry crew. The crew of the ‘Soul Pirates’ and the Lister…our loving boat.” He said. Christy struggled.
“Why are you telling me this?”
“You are family…” he said as-a-matter-of-factly. “ And I give every one this lecture”
“But… Soul Pirates don’t exist!” she called.
“Shut up…I’m starving!” and he opened his mouth wide and covered hers with his own. His lips were as cold as ice, and once they touched hers, she couldn’t pull away. She grew dizzy…her body from her toes up grew cold, Christy felt as if her life’s force was being drained from her…and it really was. As Becky inhaled her soul, Christy fought to get the ring off. She soon had it off her finger and the pirate stopped eating her soul. He pulled his lips from hers, the cold chill ending at her waist, her legs weak and she fell to the ground.
“With out this I am useless right?” she said weakly holding up the ring. Becky dove for the ring... but she was faster. She lifted the ring above her head and tossed it into the water. The pirate screamed.
“No!” he quickly dove into the water, only to come right back up struggling in the water. “Man over board!” he shouted. Soon a latter from the pirate ship came down and he climbed up.
“Curse you Christy!” called Becky “Curse you!” he called as the ship drifted off into the new fog. “You know you’ll never be normal again…we’ll never leave you alone! I’ll get you Christy!” she heard him call in the dissipating fog.
Christy practically fell over the side of the boat…and barely had enough strength to tie her boat to Justin’s and start rowing back to shore. But only half way there, when Justin started waking up, she fainted when shore was in sight, the cold feeling soaring through her…her head felt the realization hit her at last…the soul pirates, where real. The last thing she remembered seeing was Justin leaning over her and taking hold of the oars. The next thing she knew, it everything was a blur, and her world went black.
Later that day, she woke up in a warm bed, that wasn’t hers. She quickly sat up, only to be pushed down slowly by two strong hands on her shoulders. Her eyes weren’t fully functioning; she didn’t recognize the form before her.
“Shh, rest…just go back to sleep,” the kind, manly words soothed her and before she knew it she was once again asleep in the warm room.
Christy woke again later to hear voices from a few feet from her. She opened her eyes slowly, and was surprised to see clearly, and that she was in Mm. Planter’s house. At the foot of the bed about five feet away was a warm fire in the fire place, and over next to her was a collection of people sitting around a round table speaking in hushed voices. She recognized one as Mm. Planter, another as her husband, and a third…looked like Justin; who was utterly gorgeous. Next to them were the doctor and the Priest of their church; that was strange, due to the fact that Christy and Michael never went to church. She strained her ears to hear what the group was saying.
“She has no where to stay….” She heard Mm. Planter say.
“She has her house. She is 17. She can care for her self. Besides we already have Justin in our care, he is in our only guestroom. You don’t mean to tell me that they will share a room?” she heard M. Planter exclaim. The doctor shushed him and nodded exaggeratedly at Christy.
“She may be asleep but the mind hears the strangest things in dreams” he said.
“I could take her house and she could live with you guys. Really, I’m not much of a family guy any way, with my folks…you understand don’t you Holy Father?” Justin muttered. The priest nodded slowly.
“Yes, that does sound better then her living by herself. I think that is better.” Said the priest. “She’ll move in tomorrow and you, Justin,” he said looking at the 18-year-old. “You move out tomorrow.”
“Yes your holiness.” Everyone said ceremoniously and the Holy Father walked down the stairs and left. The doctor bowed and left close after, leaving the Planters and Justin alone at the table. Mm. Planter shook her head.
“I know it’s for the best but do we really have to lie to the girl?” she asked. M. Planter nodded.
“Yes, tell her Michael left town and left her with us.”
“But she’d never believe that!” Mm. Planter said.
“Just tell the sorry girl Michael died!” Justin said angrily. Christy almost gasped, but to hear what happened to her father, she kept quiet. “By all means tell her that a pirate strode up and sucked his soul from his lips…it won’t matter. He died of a heart attack and the girl should know, tell her before Old Jake tells her other wise...and you know his soul pirate theory. The girl will have to stay somewhere where she can be cared for, and I can get away from you two,” Justin said roughly.
“Now that isn’t very nice…” Mm. Planter said. Justin stood and walked to the fireplace, he leaned on the mantle and sighed. He looked over to Christy slowly and shook his head.
“What a cry baby…and she saved my life.” He said. “The boys will never leave me alone on this” He walked over to her and she quickly closed her eyes. He loomed above her and brushed her copper hair from her face. “I’ll have to thank her some how.”
“Oh! You’ll be living in her house correct?” Mm. Planter said happily. “She has a herb garden, she has been collecting smooth white stones to make a little ‘prayer wall’ around it for Venessa. She’ll be wanting it finished and ad a layer for Michael.” She said. Justin looked over at Mm. Planter.
“What use could that do?” he said coolly.
“Well since it would be your house, you could either give her that small piece of land, or you could finish it for her…or even with her.” Mm. Planter said. Justin shook his head.
“Nope, not my cup of tea. I’ll just give her the land. When will we wake her up?” he asked.
“Later dear.” Mm. Planter said. “Now lets make dinner.” And with that Mm and M. Planter left the top floor and left Justin up there with Christy ‘sleeping’ in the bed. Christy closed her eyes again as Justin pulled up a chair next to her. He looked her over and scoffed.
“Little cry baby…” Christy wanted to hit him. “I’ve known you were awake the whole time. Why do you think I brought up Michael like that.” He said as he touched her shoulder. “Sit up.” Christy couldn’t help but obey. She sat up slowly and took a lock of her copper hair in her fingers as she looked at him.
“Michael is really dead?” she asked. Justin nodded. “Did he really die by a pirate…sucking his soul out?” Justin leaned back in his chair.
“No, heart attack.” He said."Do all girls believe the smallest of fantasies? Gullible wench." Christy couldn’t take it. She lifted her hand and slapped him. He looked at her shocked, and she was flaming.
“You cruel…”
“Hey...hey, peace.” He said as he lowered her once again raised hand.
“You have no feelings for others! You can't even be nice once?” she said. And to her surprise, he nodded.
“You’re utterly correct.” She looked at him confused and he thought he should explain. “You see I was cursed in a past life for loving to much, so now I love nothing.”
“You expect me to believe a lie like that? A little Fantasy like that!” she said placidly. “Right. I wasn’t born yesterday!”
“Right. Why do you think I stay away from girls? Because I can’t fall in love with them. And most of them are ugly any way.” He said. “Although….” He looked her over. “You are pretty. I could even kiss you.” He said. Christy once again had her hand in the air flying over to hit Justin again. He caught her hand mid swing.
“You!” she shouted. He held her wrist firmly yet gently.
“I don’t fall for the same trick twice.” He took his other hand and caressed her caught hand. Christy started to blush, and tried to rip her hand away. But even thought she tried, he wouldn’t let go.
“So much for no feelings?” Christy said as a question, she was utterly confused.
“I’ve never seen you before, why?” he asked. “I swim, sail, fish, smith swords, carve statues…I'm all over this town and know each and every girl here. You live right next door to me, why have I never seen you?” his eyes never left hers, his hands never letting hers go.
“I swim near the pier, and take care of my garden.” She said.
“Yes, but you live right next door. And I have never seen you.” He smiled faintly. “Isn’t that odd?” He said.
“Please let go of me you liar!” she said harshly through her teeth. Justin playfully let go of her hand and backed away.
“Woo Tiger!” he laughed. “When did I lie?”
“That you can’t love any one. Every one can love”
“Oh? Fine then, think that. What is you’re problem? I save you from death and...”
“You saved me! I saved you! That Pirate had you knocked out and…”
“Oho!” he said stopping her mid sentence. “Pirate? You were totally hit hard on the head by those oars… there was no pirate! I fell down climbing into your boat, I accidentally hit you with an oar and you passed out. I rowed us back to safety.”
“After I saved you from the soul sucking Pirates!” she screamed. That was when she remembered the jewelry. Michael had on the earring, and didn’t he say Venessa had the pendent on? And she had on the ring…she gasped. Jumping out of bed she tripped on Justin’s foot and fell flat on the floor. She quickly stood. “I have to go!” she shouted as she ran across the room to the stairs. She started down only to be grabbed by Justin by the elbow.
“Not like that you don’t!” he said. Christy looked down and blushed madly. She was wearing only her undergarments…thin silk under-trousers clung to her every curve. She ran to the bed and lifted a sheet and wrapped herself in it.
“No, but I am going!” she said. And she quickly ran down the stairs and out the house to her own. She saw on the kitchen table, Michael, lying peacefully on the table. She gasped and slowly moved to him. She looked at his body and took the earring off and then ran to the fireplace and took the pendent and ran out of the house. Justin just caught up with her and bumped into her at the gate of her house.
“What the hell are you doing cry baby?” he asked. She pushed past him and ran to the pier. She didn’t even answer his calls when she tossed the two items into the stormy water.
“Good riddance!” she shouted. She would avenge her father, Michael, Venessa, and her mother, she wouldn't let another die the same way...never again. She saw the fog slowly clear and she dimly saw the Jolly Roger flag fly high in the sky. “You bastards!” she shouted. She was about to jump off the dock and soon two arms where around her and grabbing at her.
“My god! You are mad!” Justin shouted as he dragged her off the pier. “You’ll freeze. You’re wearing nothing but your under-garments and a sheet! Get back to the Planters! ” He shouted at her. She started to obey when she fully saw off in the distance, the large ship float in the harbor. She screamed as she saw her Uncle Becky wave angrily at her and ordered her to jump back into the water and get the jewelry.
“You’re ours now! You’ll never die till we do! You’re immortal…You’ll obey me! Get in that water! Get that jewelry! You must obey me! You’re mine!”
“Noo!!! I’ll never be yours!” she screamed to the Pirates.
“I’m not asking for you to be-“ Justin shouted confused.
“ Leave me alone! You damned Pirates!!!” she shouted.
“Who are you yelling at!?” Justin asked as he looked to where she was pointing and shouting at. “Pirates…?” his voice mystyrious for a fraction of a second.
“I won’t help you!” she screamed. But Beaky’s force full spell over her overpowered her; she started jumping off the pier. Justin had to hold her tightly to stop her.
“You weirdo! Stop! Stop!” he tried to hold her. He shouted as he turned her roughly in his arms and planted his mouth over her screaming lips. She stopped abruptly staring at Justin in disbelief, the spell over her faded as she clung to Justin’s shoulders. The Pirate ship disappeared with the spell, Becky angrily left Christy alone.
“I’ll come back to take you with me…you’ll join us Christy, by your own will!” he said. But Christy didn’t hear him; she was to shocked to have Justin kissing her. When Justin backed away from the kiss, he looked about as surprised as Christy felt.
“Wooh, did I just…” he said.
“Kiss me?” she asked dumb-fondly. Justin looked at her shocked, his arms around her waist were now gentle and calming, he looked into her deep blue eyes and felt sucked into another void of water.
“I think…I think I did…” he said and no sooner did he say that, did his lips come down on hers once again. “And I think … I will again.” And soon he and Christy were kissing on the pier, the storm slowly fading away into day light.
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Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2008 10:51 am
Story Idea - Falling from Grace "All Evil is Good" "How Ironic that I am condemned to this fate through my falling from faith. Now I fall even farther, and loose my Faith, once again."Basically Lucifer (the devil, duh) gets the chance to be human if he steals 666 souls. But God wants to test him, see if he still has a heart. So he send Michael down to return any stolen souls. Michael had been a human for the past 23 years, and God lifted him up and had taken him away from his human wife Grace. They were only 20 and 18 when they met and got married and had their child. They named her Faith, but when Faith was three, God took Michael away to prevent Lucifer from collecting his souls. Now, after 20 years of battleing and foiling Lucifer and his plans, Michael gets a break, but not for long. He goes to visit his wife, Grace, only she's terminaly ill from Cancer, and his daughter (now 23) has given up on God and rebels against any rules given to her. "If God loved my mother, my faithful and loving mother, he wouldn't have given her Cancer or killed my father." Faith believes. Lucifer takes this chance to once again go after souls, and finds Faith, the one person that God doesn't know about. (because she is part angel God Can't see her.) Plus she would be an easy catch considering her mental state with her mother in the hospital. (Michael finds out later that God was trying to bring his wife up to him so they could live happily ever after, but he had forgotten the only thing on earth that could keep her alive and fighting the Cancer...Faith.) Lucifer gets his 665 souls, and leaves Faith as his last Victim. Michael is sent again down to foil Lucifers plans, only to find that the souls God has given him to return are easily turned into life energy and he uses the souls to save Grace. Faith befriends Lucifer, and he tries to seduce her, only to find she was much harder to crack then the other people. He learns more about her as he tries to steal her soul, inching closer and closer to her, untill he knows so much that it frightens him. He finds that he doesn't want to kill her, he finds that he wants this rebelious girl to live for him so when he becomes human he could live with her for the rest of his life time. They soon fall in love. Only the problem that Michael finds Faith and tells her everything about Lucifer, how he's tricking her to steal her soul, how he (Michael) is her father, how God wants to save her and bring her mother up to heaven to be with him, and how Faith should come too and become an angel. Faith now knows that with a kiss Lucifer could take her soul. She pushes Michael away, and goes to her mother to tell her, only to find her mother dieing. Faith, turns to her last resort, after telling Michael that her mother is dieing, runs to Lucifer. She begs him to kill her, begs him to kiss her, so she could go with her mother and live up in heaven with her. But Lucifer doesn't want that, if she was in heaven, he would have no jurisdiction over her. Even with her criminal record he had no hold on her...just because of her name, Faith. She doesn't care, all she is thinking of is her mother dieing, and she kisses him - basically committing suicide. Lucifer is horrified and learning that the souls he had collected (though tainted) would turn to life energy, he gives up all of his 665 souls and gives them to Faith, but it didn't work. He takes Faith to Michael, who had already saved Grace and begged him to save Faith. Michael had used his last soul to save Grace, if he wanted to save Faith, he had to give up his own spirit. Michael sacrifices himself for his daughter. God sees how Michael gives up his life for Faith, and grands him a new life with his wife and daughter, and he also saw how Lucifer gave up his chance to get his 666 souls to become human to save Faith - God Gives Lucifer his human chance, finding Lucifer did still have a heart. So Grace remarries Michael (now human) and Faith marries Lucifer (also human now named Luke) and they all live 'Happily Ever After' So how was that for a twisted idea?
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Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2008 11:26 am
Characters for above. Michael -  Grace -  Lucifer -  Faith -  These are my ruff ideas of their appearances. Lucifer is supposed to me more devilish like modern vampire looking ( Dracula2000) with blond hair. Michael should look older, like in his late 30's early 40's. Grace a little more motherly, less teachery, and sicker. She normaly wears sweaters and dress slacks with dress flats (but tektek doesn't have much of that) And Faith...she's still a work in progress. I don't know if she should be gothic, punk, alternative, or just a plain girl next door that gives up on everything and lives a very bussiness like life. rather stupid...i don't know which one would work best in this area or plot. Please tell me what you think! Thanks. ^_^
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Posted: Thu Apr 03, 2008 6:43 pm
(NOT MY WORK)
Omni Sol
Somewhere far from nowhere, I grew both strong and tall,
Longing to become, but knowing not the path at all.
But the footprints of the winter melted to fields of spring;
One last embrace before I cross the threshold:
To life we sing!
O stay your soul and leave my heart its song,
O stay your hand, the journey may be long.
And when we part and sorrow can't be sway'd,
Remember when and let your heat be staid.
Omnia sol temperat, absens in remota.
Ama me fideliter, fidem mean noto.
Weave the dance and raise the chorus, grieve no more.
Through the strength of Orion find refuge from the shore.
Let courage be your oar, let passion be your sail.
Wisdom and truth will guide your deep heart's yourning,
Through all travail.
O stay your soul and leave my heart its song,
O stay your hand, the journey may be long.
And when we part and sorrow can't be sway'd,
Remember when and let your heat be staid.
Omnia sol temperat, absens in remota.
Ama me fideliter, fidem mean noto.
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Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2009 12:18 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 16, 2009 3:14 pm
Vulpexia (NOT MY WORK)
Omni Sol
Somewhere far from nowhere, I grew both strong and tall,
Longing to become, but knowing not the path at all.
But the footprints of the winter melted to fields of spring;
One last embrace before I cross the threshold:
To life we sing!
O stay your soul and leave my heart its song,
O stay your hand, the journey may be long.
And when we part and sorrow can't be sway'd,
Remember when and let your heat be staid.
Omnia sol temperat, absens in remota.
Ama me fideliter, fidem mean noto.
Weave the dance and raise the chorus, grieve no more.
Through the strength of Orion find refuge from the shore.
Let courage be your oar, let passion be your sail.
Wisdom and truth will guide your deep heart's yourning,
Through all travail.
O stay your soul and leave my heart its song,
O stay your hand, the journey may be long.
And when we part and sorrow can't be sway'd,
Remember when and let your heat be staid.
Omnia sol temperat, absens in remota.
Ama me fideliter, fidem mean noto. this is the graduation piece for this year.... i love this song....
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2009 8:34 pm
Lucifer's Angel - Exerpt (part one)
Lucifer roamed the streets for the best place to find some fun, and in the late night hour, the only place still pumping, was none other than the Devil’s Advocate night club. Lucifer had no difficulty getting in and was pushed and pulled into the pulse of the dance floor.
The bright red and white lights zoomed about the room and blinked in time with the music that pulsed loudly in the dark nightclub; and the air was hot, humid and sticky from all the dancing and touching on the dance floor. Women wore seductive attire while men worked their charm to acquire a dance partner to join them in the rooms above. The drinks were plentiful as the perfect barmaids and bartenders made glass after glass of alcohol and served it to the customers. It was about the time for one of the barmaids to take her break, and passing her duties to one of the new comers she took her hour leave.
Most employees of the club would take their hour to another club, or went home, or just left in general to leave the chaos of the work space – but this one…she liked the mess she could make. “Faith, watch your behavior in my club you hear!” the owner Chuck called out to her from the other side of the bar. She dismissed his comment with a wave of her hand behind her head and strutted to the dance floor. She was clad in practically nothing, a leather corset vest strung up just enough to show off her cleavage, a black mini and black fishnets with high heal boots up to her knees. She had pulled her long, brown curly hair up in a tail at the back of her head, just enough on an angle to emphasize the streaks of carrot red, blood red, and blonde highlights that were scattered throughout her hair. With large hoops, arm full of bangles, black choker and a lip ring to match, Faith was dressed to kill.
By time she reached the dance floor, she was the one the men looked at. Envious eyes reached her from all over the floor, it was one of the first shocking sights to get Lucifer’s attention in years. There was no way on earth this was St. Michael’s daughter. But there she was the very definition of ‘dirty dancing’ and ‘Devil’s Advocate’ in the middle of the dance floor. Getting her soul would be easy. Lucifer put down his drink and started to make his way to the middle of the floor, only a small commotion coming from Faith’s general direction caught his attention. Lucifer quickened his pace only to see Faith with her healed boot on the chest of one large drunk biker and a knife at his throat; Lucifer had to admit, her stance proved she was flexible indeed…and was quite alluring and seductive in its self.
“You still think I’m coming home with you?” she stated to the now quivering man. Lucifer watched as this frail girl was able to pull tears from this man’s eyes. Chuck was on his way over to the scene, Lucifer pushed back to his seat to watch from an elevated space as Faith let the man get back up, the music still pounding in every one’s ears. The commotion was quickly covered up before Chuck reached Faith, and she was skillfully with another partner, whose date stormed away in a jealous rage to the rest room, who was also looking quite tasty. Lucifer took a quick glance to Faith, and then was up on his way to the woman’s rest room. He would get Faith soon enough.
The girl was angrily fixing her make up as Lucifer walked in, the only other woman in the room looked up and saw him quickly packed up her purse and was out of the room in seconds. All that was left was the frustrated blonde putting on another layer of lip stick. She saw his reflection behind her in the mirror; she cried out and turned to him dropping everything at the sight of him. He placed a tender finger on her lips to silence her.
“Shh, I mean no harm.” He whispered as the distance between them disappeared. She was quivering in his arms by the time she looked into his eyes, such a gift he had, tame anything with a simple glance. “Don’t cry over that man, give your love to me, give your soul to me,” he whispered seductively. She was no longer attracted to her lost partner, she was now fully under his control. “Good now,” she had her arms draped around him, what Lucifer would have given to have such loose women when he was a human. He would have fallen from Heaven far too quickly and too willingly. The blonde pulled herself up to the counter wrapping her legs around his waist. “Now kiss me, give me your love, give me your soul,” she all too willingly pressed her lips to his. Her thoughtless addiction to him was gone, she was now shaking in fear in his grasp, her lips once warm now so cold against his. She fell lifeless against the mirror, slumped till she fell to the floor. Lucifer looked to his pendant and watched it glow, one more to join the many he’d already stolen.
By the time he left the ladies rest room, the dance floor had thinned out slightly for the nightly dance contest, reaching a level over the crowd, Lucifer found himself at a loss. He’d lost Faith. Only when he looked up to the exit, he saw her curly hair bouncing out the door, with Chuck pulling at her arm. Lucifer took a deep breath and pushed himself out toward the door.
“You don’t come back until you learn how to treat my customers better!” Chuck reprimanded, “If you have a problem with a customer, come to me. Don’t pull a knife on ‘im!” with a shove he pushed her out the door and watched as she stumbled in her heal boots till she caught her balance on the telephone pole a little away. “Faith you know I hate to do this right? You’re suspended for two days. You can’t work, and you can’t come in.”
Lucifer walked out the door just then, and as invisibly as possible walked down the street to the nearest ally then disappeared into the darkness. He went completely un-noticed by Chuck and Faith.
“But that’s the whole weekend! I get most of my tips then!” she complained. Chuck crossed his arms and Faith sighed. “Well what about the rest of my shift? I’m here till midnight.”
“No, I’m taking your shift. The new guy can’t handle it by himself yet. I’ll just have to do my paperwork tomorrow when Dawn comes in for the lunch shift.”
“Chuck you can’t suspend me again, I need this money, you know the situation I’m in!”
“Then get another job,”
“You know my criminal record too, Chuck.” She said flatly as she too crossed her arms and kicked at a pebble. “It’s hard to get a job when the last three you had said you stole from them.”
“You were found innocent,”
“That doesn’t matter.” She put her head in her hands. “Could you at least make it one day? Like lesson the pain?”
“Fine,” Chuck concluded “You’re suspended for one day. So by…” he checked his watch on his wrist, “ nine tomorrow night you’ll be allowed to come back in,” He couldn’t finish his sentence, Faith had taken him in a generous hug.
“Thank you!”
“But if you come in before nine I’ll have to fire you!” he warned as she pulled her long trench jacket on.
“Yeah, yeah!!” she said dismissively as she waved her hand behind her. Chuck sighed and thudded back into the club.
Lucifer looked around the corner when he heard the conversation end and watched Chuck return to the club, and Faith strut down the street. He turned the corner and started to follow her. He tailed her all the way down to the Fleet City Hospital. Faith had noticed Lucifer tailing her, but unable to turn and see him she just kept walking. But the time she made it to the Hospital, she quickened her pace and entered the Hospital. She hid behind a plant and watched him walk by. Lucifer wasn’t foolish enough to follow Faith into the hospital, Michael would be watching her, there was no doubt about that; so he continued down the street. He would find her again. He now knew where she worked, he knew when, he’d find her tomorrow night.
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2009 8:39 pm
Lucifer's Angel- Exerpt Four
Faith sat on the bench outside the Hospital; visiting hours had just ended resulting with Faith being kicked out of her mother’s room. Thoughts of the night before flooded through her mind. When she looked up the last person she expected to see was Lucifer walking her way. “Hey, it’s you, are you ok?”
“Yes, thanks to you. I guess I owe you another thank you.” She replied.
“Not if you don’t want to.” He stated quickly.
“Well, thanks. I guess I was wrong about you. I thought you were just some drunk out to get laid.” She said as she moved over on the bench motioning for him to sit. Lucifer nodded in thanks and sat beside her.
“I was just looking for a pretty face to talk to.”
“Well, thanks. I’m Faith, Faith Parks.” She said with a week smile as she held out her hand. Lucifer took it and nodded.
“Lucifer.”
“Last name?”
“Nope, just Lucifer. Like the devil. You know you look pretty familiar. Have we met before?” he tried to get more information, the more he got, the easier it would be to get her soul. But he wanted to take his time, he liked this game. He would savor this.
“I don’t believe we have.” She sighed.
“Not even another bar?”
“I only go to the Devils Advocate, I get my drinks free there.” She continued. “The rest of my time is spent at the hospital.”
“Why the hospital?” Lucifer asked, so she didn’t just walk in to hide, she actually visited. “Do you work there too?”
“No my mother’s there,”
“She works there?”
“She’s a patient.” Faith looked away, leaning forward with her head in her hands, her elbows on her knees. Lucifer turned toward her. Grace was a patient? Grace was Michael’s wife? That would explain why Michael wasn’t stopping him.
“Is she sick?”
“She has cancer.” Faith sighed.
“Is she ok?”
“It’s terminal.” Faith didn’t want to talk, she wanted nothing more than to go home and curl up in her bed. Lucifer waited for something to say, but almost nothing came.
“I…I’m sorry.”
“It’s alright,” Faith said quickly. She started to slowly pull herself together. “She was supposed to die two motnths ago, but with so many close calls, she’s still here.”
“Well you must be thanking God for that-”
“There is no God!” Faith stated. Lucifer turned to see her looking right at him, she meant what she said. Ok now he was intrigued. Wasn’t this St. Michael’s daughter? Shouldn’t she be devout to God?
“No God? Are you not Christian? Catholic? What of your name?”
“I’m not anything, I don’t care what my mom says.” she continued. “If there was a God, he wouldn’t have hurt my family so much.”
“And how is that?”
“Well, he wouldn’t have given my mother cancer, killed my baby brother, let my father leave us…he wouldn’t have screwed me up so much…I really don’t want to talk about it.” She finished.
“I understand.” It was strange, he was starting to feel bad for her. He was caught surprised when Faith let out a few weak laughs. “Ok, what’s so funny?”
“You must think I’m insane.” She sighed, it only made him more confused.
“Why would I think that?” Lucifer liked this girl, she was different, she was a surprise around every corner.
“Here I am, sitting in the middle of the night, in front of a hospital with a complete stranger, telling you my life’s story.”
“So?” he was smiling along with her.
“Is that not strange in your book?” she asked truthfully.
“Faith, you don’t know strange until you’ve seen my life.”
“And…”
“Well that’s a story for another time. Its getting close to midnight, you better be getting home before you get into trouble again. I just wanted to check up on you.
“Thank you, I think I will be getting home…” Faith gets up to leaves, pulling her bag to her shoulder. Lucifer watches as she walked away. He couldn’t believe how attractive she was; but of course, she was part angel, she was bound to be perfect to an extent.
“Faith!” he called as he stood, “One last thing!” Faith stopped and
turned, “Stay away from dark allies!” how he wished he could hear her laugh, he only saw it from the distance as she waved.
“Ok I will!” and she turned again and continued on her way. Lucifer smiled, and as she disappeared around the corner. With no one in sight, Lucifer started to walk down the street, only to snap his fingers and disappear in a puff of smoke.
***
When Lucifer walked into the Club, it was rather slow. The music was still loud and pounding, and the dance floor was still flooded with people with the lights racing about the room. But he couldn’t find Faith, what he didn’t expect was to see her in a pair of blue jeans with a leather jacket and her hair pulled in a sloppy bun at the back of her head; let alone at the bar with her head on the table with an unfinished bottle in her hand. Lucifer found himself briefly worried.
“Faith, you ok?” he sits beside her as she slowly lifts her head. She looks weak. “Faith, how many have you had?” When Faith lifted her head, he noticed she wasn’t weak, she was crying. He leaned closer to her, questioning the action of putting an arm around her. She softly cursed herself as she softly cried in her hands. Lucifer pulled her close and draped an arm around her.
“What are you doing here?” she asked meekly.
“I was just looking for a friendly atmosphere.”
“This is friendly?” she said doubtfully. Lucifer could only shrug as he took a napkin and gave it to her. She started to dry her tears. “Thanks,”
“Well, it’s familiar any way. I’m still slightly disappointed, the bar gives the name no justice.” He said with a soft smile, Faith felt her mood lift in moments.
“And what makes you say that?” she sighed, anticipating the punch line.
“There are no skinny red chicks with horns and pointy tails to tempt me.” He said, he waited for her to get the joke, only Faith sat there not understanding. Lucifer finally took the menu and pointed to the name and the logo of the bar on the front flap. Faith let out a light laugh at the sight of the sexy she-devil saying “I will make it hot tonight”.
“You’re one of a kind Lucifer,”
“There can be only one Satan,” he replied. She smiled and shook his arm off, she took a sip of her beer and offered a sip to Lucifer. He took the bottle himself and started to drink, this alcohol wasn’t as strong as he liked, but it worked enough. Faith just sat next to him and look at him, watching him drink the beer.
“Thank you,” she said finally.
“For what?” he shrugged as he took another sip of beer. He was caught completely off guard when Faith leaned over and pressed a light kiss on his cheek. He turned and looked at her, in the brief silence Faith had taken the beer bottle from him. It took a moment for Lucifer to think of what to do. He could take her soul now, it would be so easy. He didn’t care if there were people watching. He just had to kiss her. He didn’t realize he was leaning for her until he was only seconds away, only to watch as Faith turned her head at the last minute and put the beer bottle to her lips. Lucifer was caught aback, she had just rejected him. Why did it hurt so much? Why was he so embarrassed?
“Thanks for the smile,” she said after another sip of beer. “I left you hanging there didn’t I?”
“Now I see why I like you so much,” he found himself saying, he didn’t even understand what he said. “You’re terribly wicked.”
“My criminal record says as much,” she replied. She offers him the last sip of beer, but he refuses, and with a shrug she takes the last sip and puts the beer down. She goes for her pocket book to pay for the beer as one of the new Barmen came over for the bill. Lucifer quickly puts a five on the counter.
“No, Let me” he said softly. Faith, for the first time since he’d met her the first time, didn’t argue.
“Thank you.” She smiled and started to get ready to leave. Lucifer turned his head to see the two barmaids staring enviously at Faith, he could tell from the look in their eyes that they wanted to kiss him. He remembered their faces for later. He needed a few more souls. “you coming?” he heard Faiths voice. He turned to see her start to push through the dance floor.
“Yeah,” he looked back at the two and pushed a piece of paper that had materialized between his fingers. He flicked it to the floor on the other side of the bar. The two barmaids jumped for the paper, fighting over it; it made Lucifer laugh. He met Faith outside the club where he draped his arm around her shoulders and started walking with her down the street in the rain to the hospital.
By the time they reached the hospital, the rain had stopped, but after they were both soaked. As Faith started for the front door, Lucifer panicked. He didn’t understand the emotion, he only knew he had to keep her with him just a little longer. He held her hand tightly and pulled her back. Faith didn’t resist as he pulled her back to the bench by the fountain, the sound of the water calming him, and from the look in her eyes creating just the right mood to make his move. The water cascades down the many levels and jetted from the sides and flying across the fountain from one side to another. Faith let her head fall to Lucifer’s shoulder, he turned to see she had closed her eyes and let go; he found himself leaning his head on hers in a tender show of affection. He didn’t know what he was doing.
“Lucifer,” her soft voice reached his ear like a hum.
“Yeah, Faith?”
“Do you believe in God?” the question was enough to leave him speechless. It was something he didn’t really know how to respond to.
How would Satan answer this?
“I thought you didn’t care,”
“I want to know your opinion.” Lucifer thought for a moment, if he answered this wrong would she be mad? Would God be mad?
“To tell you the truth, I know God.” He said finally. “I used to be his best friend, I already told you this.”
“That’s not what I meant.” She sighed.
“Well what is it you want to know?”
“Do you believe in him? Would you put your life in his hands? Would you do everything and anything for him? Would you lay your life down for him?”
“You mean do I put my unwaivering faith in him? No.” he answered. “But I did once.
“And then what happened?”
“I was tossed from heaven.”
“You don’t’ really expect me to believe that?”
“What’s not to believe? I’ve told you this many times, I am Satan, the Devil, the lord of the Underworld. Don’t tell me you’re the type that has to see it to believe it?” Lucifer asked as Faith sat up and turned to look at him.
“What if that’s it? What are you gonna do then?”
“Look Faith, I like you; unfortunately, I like you a lot. I don’t want to scare you.” Lucifer tried, he stressed the word like, why he didn’t really know, but it was almost automatic. He didn’t even know if he actually believed himself when he said he liked her.
“Just try me,” she challenged. “I’m much harder to scare then you think.” This took a moment before Lucifer made up his mind and agreed.
“I warned you, please, whatever you do, don’t take their hands.” He stated.
“What on earth are you-” she wasn't prepared for what happened next.
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