Posted: Sun May 26, 2002 7:41 am
Disclaimer: I don?t own Gundam Wing??. I only own the storyline and plot, I guess. Guess I?ll never own them boyz. *heavy sigh*
Dedication: To whoever loves Gundam Wing. And also, this goes out to all who love Angels and Demons. *evil, low grin*
Domination, Annihilation
By: Lynzi Knight
Rating: R / NC-17
Part I: No Reply
The skies lit up brilliantly. The sounds increased painfully. What was she supposed to do? Nothing. There was nothing for her to do at this very moment. From up above, everything seemed?normal, like nothing was going on below them. Their time was running short. Their lives were diminishing by every passing second. With every breath, someone, anyone, it didn?t matter, died. Why did they die? Because their very life was being swallowed up by another. One single, small breath that seemed only like a gasp of air. It didn?t make sense?it wasn?t meant to make any sense whatsoever. Not to them. Not to her. From behind, the angry, vulgar voices of the Angels amplified. Slowly she turned her head to the side, her ears peaking to the lone voice that stood out from the thousands that argued aggressively.
Watching them from the plain corner of her eye, she spotted the flash of dark blue, as an arm was lifted suddenly into the air, a finger pointed towards the sky above them. With that one finger elevated, an unexpected noise filled the air around them. The grounds beneath them trembled with the power of that finger, and the clouds about them moved. Turning slowly, the young woman fully faced the unknown finger with the raised finger. Her cornflower blue eyes rested on him. And only him. Why? She did not know. There was an air about him that interested her, amongst the others. An aura, dark, and yet?good sprouted away from him, touching everyone around him. That aura, however, passed her by. She blinked, her mouth opening slowly. What was she going to say to him? What could she say?
Could she say she wanted his power? Could she demand it be done, that power given to her?
With her wheat-blonde colored hair flowing out behind her like silk thread, she continued to watch him with envy in her eyes, as well as unspoken anger. Her time would be?now. This was it. Gradually lowering her head, she kept her eyes trained on him. In the blink of an eye, he shifted. And his arm shot down, all his fingers extended towards her. It was now. Someone came up from behind her. To her left, she felt the presence of someone she didn?t know at all. Keeping her eyes on the man in front of her a few good ways away, she kept her ears open to the individual beside her. The man?s shouts over the whining wind that swept her long hair away from her back were augmenting to a point where the sounds in the background had faded out completely. Only he could be heard, him and his spells.
?Angelus,? a soft-spoken voice whispered in her ear. ?Angelus, you have the strength. Defy them. Stand up to him!?
Her head snapped to the side, her eyes searching desperately for the source of the words. They echoed in the deepest chambers of her enclosed mind. She blinked absently. And continued to search the empty spaces beside her. Who was that? Why had they called her Angel? She wasn?t one of the Angels. Not yet. Never would be. Perhaps her mother was one before her, and then her grandmother before her mother, but she would never be an Angel. Never. Doing one quicker, final sweep with her eyes, she turned her attention back to the male she had been observing earlier. Then, it was the same voice that spoke into her ear, making it?s way into her mind, attaching itself to the inner-walls of her brain.
?Bellum.? It dug deeper. ?The bellum will start soon, Angelus.?
Without any knowledge of what was really going on, she spoke out on a soft murmur of air, ?What war? There will be no war.?
?Ah, but how do you know this, eh? You do not pocess the supreme knowledge of the Elder Angels to know this. Angelus, if you only had listened. If you had only complied to their wishes, paid attention to their beliefs.?
?But I had!? she protested heatedly, a gust of warm air slapping her from all sides.
?Ah, but, Amo you hadn?t. You hadn?t.? The voice suddenly changed tones. It became impatient, angry at the young female, ?If you had listened, then he wouldn?t be here. Or even down there for that matter! Ecce! See how he flaunts in front of you? Do you not understand? Understand it, you must!?
The woman flinched, her lips twisting, her eyes half-closing. ?But I??
?No!? the voice abruptly cried in her mind. It echoed deeply, digging its tentacles into the walls of her skull. Her head began to throb unforgivingly in time with her own heartbeat. ?You have no time for excuses now. Never. Do you understand??
She didn?t reply. She didn?t have any time to do such a thing. It had attacked from within, bursting outwards like a blindly light. She would?ve cried out for help, but who would?ve helped her? Who would?ve heard her scream? No one. She brought her arms up as soon the heat of the light took her, swallowing her whole. And dumped her down into some unknown, forbidden territory. She had landed on her rear end, landing hard on some firm, painful ground. She kept her hands pressed to her eyes to fight off the light that relentlessly assaulted her from within. Maybe this was her own inner light testing her? Maybe this was what the Master had explained about when the time for your departure was at it?s best?
Maybe it was?Maybe she was dying all over again?
She assumed it was that.
And was told otherwise, as soon as she cracked open an eye.
Slowly taking her hands from her face, she squinted against the scorching, immense heat that caused waves in the air to appear a few feet away. Where the hell was she? Lifting her head she looked up. And saw red. A red colored sky, that is. What was going on now? Had that man cast a spell on her? Had it been one of those banishment spells? No. He wouldn?t have done that! Her Frater wouldn?t have let him get away with it!
?Angelus, your Frater isn?t here. He isn?t going to save you this time. You know what has to be done, what has to be seen. See it!? the voice commanded firmly, inside her mind.
Maybe she was going crazy?
Yes, that was it. She was going crazy.
That?s what had killed her in the beginning?
She shook her head, her eyes filling with fear. Her lips trembled as she spoke, ?It won?t happen! Not again. I won?t let it happen. No. No, no, no, no!? Bringing her legs up to her ample chest, she hugged her knees tightly and began to rock back and forth. It reassured her, the movements of the rocking. ?It can?t happen. No. Not now.? The rocking increased. ?Never.?
?You can?t fight it, Angelus.?
She pressed her eyes into her knees. And continued to rock herself. There was a sudden sound behind her, and she stopped her movements quickly. She went as still as the marble statues in the Halls Of The Council. Taking her head from her knees, she looked straight a head of her. A mistake already made twice. A scream erupted from her throat as her eyes watched, wide and scared. In front of her, within the hazy ripples of air, she stared, terrified of what she was seeing, as someone blurry to her eyesight stretched themselves up towards the heavens, their right hand reaching desperately. Their other hand clawed at something invisible to a Mortals? eye. The skin upon their elongated body was charred. At that same moment, as she watched, their flesh melted away with every passing millisecond.
Something wasn?t right here.
An abrupt movement in the ripples of air distracted her. Her eyes darted from the stretched being straight to the brightly outlined thing behind them. A thin slice of light lifted and placed itself in front of the reaching unknown being. And suddenly sliced sideways. A long spray of blood shot forward, the droplets reaching for her. She screamed and scrambled to her feet to avoid being touched. Overtop of her scream, another scream, a scream coming from the reaching being rose to an ear-piercing howl of anguish. The ground under her feet began to vibrate, and then tremble greatly. She stumbled while running, her arms flailing about wildly. She cried out as she couldn?t regain her balance and prepared herself for the fall to the harsh looking ground.
Her fall, however, never came.
She continued to run, as the screaming rose and rose to a glass shattering pitched scream. What was she going to do now? What had she gotten herself into this time? How was she going to get back? Tossing her head up, she stared at the red, fiery sky.
?What do you expect I do now?? she screamed loudly over the wailing that was turning her deaf. ?I can?t get to you! And you can?t get to me. Help me? Please! Do whatever is in your will to save me from this goddamn forsaken place!?
The part of her words were cut out, covered over by the scream of sorrow that seemed to make the skies and everything else turn a deadly red. Almost like blood. Throwing a precarious glance over her shoulder, she spotted a bright figure making it?s way for her, the thin slices of light reaching out for her like deadly gleaming knives of death. Half gasping, and half screaming out, she pushed herself to run faster, to try and outrun this oddly shaped thing that wasn?t human.
?You cannot run from it. It wants you, it needs you. Give it life, Angelus.?
?Shut up!? she shouted, panting for breath.
?You cannot outrun it forever, Angelus.? The voice was surprisingly calm, collected about the situation.
Beaded sweat slid down the sides of her face. Some of it slid into her eyes, stinging them instantly. Uh oh. She tried to blink it out. It didn?t work. Bringing an arm up, she swiped at her eye. And tripped as the ground convulsed violently, sending her, along with the charred debris littering the area, up into the air a bit. Her foot went down to the ground as she touched it, and she twisted it painfully. She gritted her teeth tightly against the cry of pain and fell forward. As she watched the ground rise towards her quickly, it shifted colors and shape. Going from a red to an angry, bright orange, it shifted to a dark red. The shape then went from a flat-leveled ground, to a bumpy, irregular earth. Spikes of sharp soil thrust themselves up from underneath the ground and waited for her to land upon them.
They yearned for her blood. They needed it to feed.
She couldn?t stop herself! She couldn?t defy gravity, could she? She landed on the sharp spikes with a grunt of pain, her eyes clamped shut tightly. And they dissolved under her weight, sinking down into the bedding of the ground. She lay there, for a moment or so, panting heavily. Her fingers dug into the soft ground, as she waited for her deep breaths to subside, her eyes remaining closed. All the thoughts and all the previous images she had had seen and thought earlier were erased from her mind. With her ear pressed to the soil, she listened to the strange sound of moans of grief. And the loud, sharp footsteps that?
She jerked up into a half sitting, half leaning position. Her head whipped to the side. And her eyes found the brightly lit figure looming above her. Her eyes trailed up the thin slice of vertical light that served as its? body, straight to the brightly lit piece that supplied its? head. Gulping deeply, thickly, she slowly backed away, her eyes remaining on the inhuman figure in front of her. She shook her head, trying not to believe that this was happening to her. It just wasn?t! Not now! Sliding away from the form, she felt the ground beginning to give out from beneath her. Immediately she jumped up, just as the ground cracked and began to split open underneath her. Bright red and orange lava stared back at her, as she stared down at it in shock.
?Desu,? she breathed under her breath, jumping away from the large crack in the ground that continued to expand.
Jerking her head up, she stared at the figure of light as it glided up to her at incredible speed; it?s arms raised and ready to kill at any moment. She shook her head, an arm outstretched towards it. Go away, she mouthed. Leave me alone!
It wasn?t going to listen to her. It didn?t even have any eyes to actually acknowledge what she had mouthed. She blinked rapidly as she had a handful of blistering steam thrown into her face. Crying out, she brought her hands to cover her face from any further damage. An unexpected whish of noise disrupted the air around her. And a deep cut of pain traveled along the length of her raised arm. Behind her hands, she gasped loudly, walking backwards away from the dangerous light. Taking her hands away from her face, she turned her arm over slightly. And stared down in stunned silence at the long gash running along her arm. Lifting her head slowly she stared at the light, her eyes tearing from the throbbing pain, and from the unfamiliar heat of the regions.
?What do you want with me?? she shouted at it. The moans from beneath the ground rose above it now, mingling with the screams from the tortured soul that was beginning to tear apart the area. ?I am nothing to you. Nothing!?
The light halted in mid-step and stood there. She figured it was staring at her. With one thin sliver of light raised above its? head, it knocked it?s head from side to side to tell her ?no?. She furrowed her brow in confusion, thought. No? What was it actually trying to tell her? She went to open her mouth to ask it something, but it had disappeared from sight. She blinked, completely bewildered. Where had it gone? What had happened to it? It didn?t matter at the moment anymore. What mattered to her, now, was getting out of there before something else wicked happened to her. She took a deep breath and ran her hands through her long hair. Looking around, she felt the ground groan in protest, then convulse repeatedly, rapidly.
Chunks of the soil broke away from one another as it continued to tremble greatly. The largest pieces lifted into the air, then crashed into one another, hence creating more, smaller pieces of earth to lift higher into the air. She found it suddenly hard to breath. The air around her, as she tried to inhale, had begun to go stale. What was happening to this place? What was going to happen to her? All around her, the world was a dark, angry red, while massive chunks of earth flying up into the air towards some invisible hand that beckoned them. The lost, injured, torn woman stared up at the dark red skies with fear and longing carved in her eyes. She wanted to go back to her home. She wanted her mother, she wanted her Frater. It didn?t seem like she was going to see them.
?Do you honestly think you?ll be allowed to see them again, Angelus?? The voice was back. It was full of mock laughter, scorn.
?Leave me alone,? she muttered, her eyes riveted to the skies above her.
?I cannot do such a thing. Desu wouldn?t let it happen. Not in your lifetime at least.? The voice laughed, a harsh side of the laughter coming out to slap her hard in the face.
She winced away from it. Clenching her hands into tight fists, she allowed the tears to pool at the corners of her eyes, some even falling like silver droplets down her flushed cheek. She shook her head, trying to rid her mind, her soul of the ruthless echo that rang true throughout her. She had had enough! Thrusting a hand into the air above her head, she reached for the sky. The skies had always proved helpful in any situation. She stretched her fingers, letting her body put itself in with her hopeless reach for endurance. The tears continued to slip past her half-closed eyes, as she rose to stand on her tiptoes, her body extending even more, her fingers reaching higher, deeper. No use. She shook her head, trying not to fall forward, as she tried to broaden herself. Home was right there. Home was?
?at her fingertips.
With the hanging down at her side, she clenched it into an even tighter fist, her nails biting into the skin. Warm blood trickled down her whitening palm, as she gritted her teeth against the pain. Massive flames suddenly jumped out from the ground around her, surrounding her completely, blocking all means of escape for her. No! Her mind began to scream at her, telling her to just give up and run for cover, to get away from this hellhole. But she wouldn?t listen. All she listened to was the deep voice that spoke from the chambers of her mind. It told her to go on, to get herself home, to get herself somewhere safe and away from here. The flames licked at her body, tasting her. She cringed, sometimes sobbing out in pain as the razor-sharp tips of the infernos pierced her flesh, drawing blood.
Crimson stained her white robes, while the flames tore at them. Not once, had she torn her eyes from the skies. Even as they parted, revealing natural, bright, sun filled light, she never paid any attention to the blood or the flames. The sunlight filtered down upon her, wrapping her within its radiance. As it wrapped its light around her, bathed her, it was then that it began to pull away from her, almost rearing in fear for what she had gotten herself into. She inhaled sharply, her eyes searching the light desperately. She begged it soundlessly for it to return to her. Her power: to control the Light. Her life story: to live for the Light.
The Light had rejected her.
The screams around her ripped at her internally. The flames licked at her externally. The pain from it both was intense. Too severe for her kind. Reaching up further, just a bit, she had been too distracted to even notice the being come up from behind her. With her mouth opening slightly, she winced as she stood higher. An unexpected shaft of light slid in front of her face vertically. She ignored it. Feeling an abrupt gust of cool air waft along her exposed, charred throat, she made a slight move to glance down at what was there. The sound of splitting flesh was too great for her ears. Pain shot from her neck straight to her head, spreading downwards to her toes. She tried to suck in a sharp breath, which ended up as a fraught gurgle, as blood flew out from the gash along her neck.
The crimson flew straight out like a hose, bathing everything it touched with its? impurities. Everything the blood covered hissed and shriveled down to nothing. The flames around her rose high above her head, folding inwards. It made sure the Light didn?t enter, or touch her. She was theirs. She belonged to them now. She didn?t how she had done it, but she had done it, she had managed to scream?loudly. Much too loudly for that matter. Her scream rose higher then the one that had sounded like an alarm earlier. Her screams could shatter glass within the blink of an eye. Screaming loudly, she felt something within her head burst. And something warm and wet trickled out from her ears, down the sides of her neck and face. The blood from her throat soaked the remains of her white robes, as she felt herself slowly falling towards the ground.
It was over.
Just like that.
~*****~
Lifting a hand to his forehead, he shaded his eyes from the harsh, blistering sun. It was going to be a hot, hot day tonight, he thought, turning his attention back to the group of monks across the lawn in front of him. His dark brown braid swayed along his derriere, as he walked towards them slowly, watching them carefully. He had been a priest for five years now, ever since he had been sixteen. The monks had gathered early this morning. The rumor drifting among the Elders of the Maxwell church on the L2 Colony, was that the Virgin Mary statues through the Sacred Gardens and throughout the Halls of the Elders had been shedding tears of blood for two nights now. ?The Tears Of Christ? is what the Elders called them.
The young twenty-one-year-old priest sighed heavily to himself. What was this world coming to now? Watching the Head Elder, Dimonias LeSanctus, Duo Armand Maxwell mentally noted how old the man actually looked on the outside. The inside was an entirely different story from one?s perspective. The priest known as ?Duarma?, slowly walked up the group until a few feet away from them. Dimonias was in the middle of a teaching, Duarma didn?t want to bother him, not for one moment. The Head Elders? teachings were sacred, like the Gardens and the Church. Dimonias, however, was also blind. The doctor had mentioned to Duarma that the Head Elders? hearing was soon to follow the same path his sight had taken. Extinction. Duarma smiled inwardly now. He was slowly losing his old, very dear friend.
By natural causes, however.
Dimonias lifted his head, sensing his friends? presence near. He brought a hand up into the air, his two first fingers beckoning the young man. ?Come, come, my amicus.? His voice was friendly, raspy, old, but in every way, gracious.
Duarma blinked, surprised. ?I didn?t want to disturb you, Father,? he replied hastily, shaking his head.
Dimonias brought his attention back to his disciples. ?Pax pacis,? he murmured quietly with a nod of the head. One by one, the monks rose from the ground and glided, in their brown, heavy robes, rosaries in hand, towards the Church. The Head Elder listened absently as Duarma walked over with a shy step.
?There is something bothering you, Duo.? He patted the bench he sat on, gesturing for him to sit and stay a while. ?Are you going to tell me about it??
Duarma sat down slowly. ?You never use my first name, Dimonias. Why now?? He watched the old man with curious violet hued eyes.
?A message.?
?A message?? Duarma echoed uncomprehendingly. ?What is that supposed to mean??
?Desu.?
?That?s impossible.?
?How so? How is it possible to receive a message from Him??
Duarma shrugged uncomfortably. ?I?m not sure,? he murmured, lowering his head, his eyes searching the ground.
Dimonias whacked him in the arm, catching him by complete surprise. ?Look at me when I say something like this?it?s important.?
?But I am listening!?
?Not when you?re eyes are away from my face, you?re not.? Dimonias pressed his lips together tightly.
?I?m sorry, Dimonias.? Duarma bowed his head slightly and focused all his attention on the old man beside him. ?What?s up??
?The Mary?s have shed blood. Tears Of Christ, Duo. Have you ever heard of it?? Dimonias inclined his small, bald, tanned head towards Duo. The gray eyes glimmered in the shimmer of the water from the small pool in front of them.
Duarma nodded once, his eyes thoughtful, his expression considerate. ?I?ve heard of it, amicus. But what does it have to do with us??
The man looked as though Duo had just insulted him deeply. ?Everything!? he exclaimed, his eyes wide and staring.
Duarma suppressed a shudder. He hated it whenever his old friend stared at him like that. It just wasn?t?right. He suppressed another shudder and swallowed. ?Are we, in any way, connected this ?Tears Of Christ? belief?? He rested his chin on the palm of his head, as he propped his elbow on his knee.
?Yes, as a matter of fact, we are, Duo.? Dimonias nodded gravely.
Duo nodded. ?Ah. I see. So?are we going to die within the next twenty-four hours or something?? He smirked.
?This is not a laughing matter, my amicus,? the Head Elder snapped, ?this is a serious matter. The Virgin Mary had bled for two days now.?
?And?what are we supposed to do about that?? Duarma inquired slowly.
?Nothing.? Dimonias sighed heavily, his head slowly lowering in regret. ?The best thing we can do for now is pray to Desu that we?re spared when the time arrives, my young amicus.?
Duarma nodded, couldn?t say anything more. He didn?t feel he needed to at this moment. Dimonias coughed loudly, his frail, old frame shuddering with the power of the cough. Duarma straightened on the bench, and then rose, ready to help his friend. But the Head Elder lifted a trembling hand up in silent protest, waving him away. Duarma nodded slowly, watching him, praying he didn?t die here of a heart attack. The last thing he needed was someone haunting the Church.
?I am fine, my boy,? Dimonias managed between coughs. ?Go now, retire. It is time.?
Duarma turned without another word. Walking through the Sacred Gardens, he entered the main front hall. The luxury and space of this Church was praised highly by others. He was also amazed by what the Church and the Council could?ve afforded to build such a grand and popular church. He sighed heavily, entering the front room where everyone came to pray about loved ones and other personal things. He walked down the dimly lit aisle, sauntering slowly past the rows of hundreds and hundreds of pews. The Church was a large one, covering roughly about seven thousand acres if one counted the massive graveyard behind the Church. Reaching down into his pocket, as he continued to walk, he pulled out his dark brown wooden rosary that Father Maxwell had given him before he had passed away.
Fingering the cool, smooth beads as he walked, he approached the Virgin Mary with thoughts as to why she would be crying, doing such a thing to wreck havoc down upon them. He stared at the blood that stained her cool marble surface. Why? he asked her silently. Why did you do this? How could you happen to do this?
Of course she wasn?t going to respond to him in person. Never in his years would he believe a statue to talk to him. Coming to a stop in front of the statue, he lifted his head slowly and stared at her. Plump droplets of crimson slipped out from her open, unblinking eyes to slide down the blood-caked cheeks, and then fall down, landing on various spots of her robes and sandaled feet. He shook his head sadly. Bringing a hand up, he touched his fingers to his forehead, to his heart, then his left shoulder, and then finally his right. He then brought the rosary to his lips, kissing it, and then offering it up to Mary.
?In the name of the God, Father, Son, and the Holy Spirit. Amen,? he murmured softly, his eyes closing.
?Touch me.? It was a whisper of air that traveled past his face, caressing his cheeks.
Duarma blinked and lifted his head. Looking up into the bloody eyes of Mary, he frowned. ?What?? He groaned quietly. ?Great, now I?m hearing things. Way to go, Dimonias!?
?Do it. My feet. Bless them with your rosary.? It was in his ears now, echoing in his mind.
Duarma chewed on his lower lip. Looking around, glancing about to see if anyone remained after Retirement, he found no one, just himself, the Virgin Mary, a bunch of empty pews, and last, a thousand or so dimly lit candles. ?If you say so. Here goes?? He outstretched his hand, rosary wrapped around his fingers and hand.
He had touched the smooth marble earlier in his days, but he hadn?t touched it lately in fear of that something like what as happening now might happen. It had. Unfortunately. As soon as his fingertips touched the top of her marble toes, his head snapped back, his face facing upwards. The ceiling, decorated with hanging chandeliers, burnt out candles in the holders, seemed to spin around countless times. The faces of the gargoyles sitting perched on the top of the beams against the walls beside the stained glass windows mocked him, laughed at him for falling for such a trick. Was it a trick? Something, maybe his mind was playing on him at this moment? Blinking blindly again as his eyes moved around rapidly in their sockets, the dark wooden beams and ceiling of the Church were turning a bright, blindly white color.
It was then his eyes found the marble, smooth eyes of the Virgin Mary.
Even she, a woman of God, mocked him.
Duarma tried to scream out, tried to call for help, but it was no use. She had him in some sort of grasp that he couldn?t get himself out of. What was happening to him? Why did he feel feeble and utterly useless? Blinking again, his lips parted slightly. And he sucked in a sharp breath of air that caused him to groan loudly in agony, as his insides felt like they were turning themselves inside out. He had to get his mouth closed somehow, or else he?d be covered in his intestines and the rest of his internal organs. Staring up at the Virgin Mary, Her eyes dared him to scream out for help, dared him to defy Her in any sort of way that would anger Her. That, he didn?t want to do.
And then, he saw her do it.
He was too shocked to move a muscle, not that he could or anything. All he could do was stare in stunned disbelief at what had just happened. Not only had She blinked at him, but also, now, Her lips shifted slightly, moving a bit. They puckered out at him. She blew a kiss to him. And he began to choke, his entire muscular frame convulsing violently. What the hell was wrong with him? He had lost all sudden control over his limbs! No! The Virgin Mary blew another kiss at him, and he tried to growl at Her, tried to bark something mean or rude at Her. Just anything to get himself out of this deathtrap.
?You will do as I say, you will see what I say. You will obey.? The voice was very womanly, but rude. And extremely commanding.
Duarma could barely shake or nod his head to acknowledge Her previous words. What was he going to do now? He tried to now blink, but it was no use?he didn?t have control over his eyes now! Staring up at Her with glossy eyes, tears sliding from the corners of his upturned eyes, he could only watch as dark blood tears slowly slid from her eyes and fell in slow motion through the air, rubbing up against the rigid edges of her rippling robes. His eyes followed it, watching it through a blurry, wobbly vision. Oh, God! he screamed out in his mind. No!
He tried to pull his fingers from Her toes, just to get away from the impending tears. It was his doom. His end. Right here, and right now. And by what? A bunch of tears! What was this world coming to? Duarma tried to slow his breathing, tried to pull himself away. It was no use. The tears fell, and fell, and fell. Until the first one touched the top of his hand. His body stopped convulsing immediately, his entire mind blanking out completely. The Virgin Mary tilted her head down slightly, her blank, emotionless eyes staring down into his own water filled, half-lidded ones. What was She thinking? What was running that?mind of Hers?
The young priest stared up at Her, his eyes begging Her to just let him go already. She wasn?t listening to him at all. She was enjoying the look of pure agony on his face at the moment. It amused Her. It really fucking pleased Her to see him in such pain. His body was racked with violent jolts of searing pain that caused him to jerk steadily from side to side where he simply stood. The first tear of blood hadn?t done much damage to him, but the second and the third, however, had done far more. With the second one, his screams of pain were watery, sickening, as they echoed off the large walls and beams. Behind him, laughter filled the Church. The gargoyles laughed loudly at him. They found him amusing as well! Would you look at that!
Duarma tried to squirm away from Her, just to get away from the tears. And the blood. The third blood filled tear hit his knuckles, followed immediately by a fourth, a fifth, then a sixth, until it went on and on. Looking up at Her, he noticed She was crying more, and harder. Her sobs filled the pews. And the rest of the Church. Duo wanted to cry right along with Her?hell, he practically was! With every tear that touched his flesh, his body was assaulted by unbearable pains. He had never felt such pain before, never even knew it existed! Now he knew. Now he had experienced it full hand. He wondered why She was crying so much louder, and harder now.
Was it because he was in pain? Was it because She wasn?t enjoying his pain anymore? Or was it because She wanted to do more, yet couldn?t do the amount She really wanted to do?
Whatever amount of pain She was hoping to do to the young priest, She had Her prayers answered. The last tear hit his hand, splashing out in all directs with smaller droplets of crimson. Duarma?s body convulsed one last time before going completely still. His eyes stared up into Her?s, the look of troubled tranquility floating around within the watery violet orbs heavy and deep. Suddenly, his body went completely slack, his eyes rolling back into his head, as he crumpled to the floor in front of the Virgin Mary. She stared down at him, Her bloody tears still falling. They fell on him. They fell for him.
To Be Continued??
[Author?s Note: I hope no one here is TOO religious or something. I mean, I wouldn?t want anyone emailing me up with hate-mail or something. *nervous chuckle* I just write what scrolls in front of me eyes, as I sit down in front of my computer. *grins* It isn?t my fault. But, if there?s something in there that?s?uh, I don?t know?TOO Godly for you or something, then don?t flame me on it. Plz? The idea with the Virgin Mary just came into my head as I was writing, and well, I just wrote it out.
Hopefully it wasn?t THAT confusing for you. I mean, I meant to make it confusing for you for a sole purpose?my secret though. *winks* But I?m off to bed now. Byebye! P.S. The language used within this story is Latin. If it's wrong, don't be afraid to correct me about this one stupidity. *winks*]
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"Blood stains - speed kills, fast cars - cheap thrills, rich girls - fine wine, I lost my self I lost control I lost my mind!!!" Bloodstains - Agent Orange
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Dedication: To whoever loves Gundam Wing. And also, this goes out to all who love Angels and Demons. *evil, low grin*
Domination, Annihilation
By: Lynzi Knight
Rating: R / NC-17
Part I: No Reply
The skies lit up brilliantly. The sounds increased painfully. What was she supposed to do? Nothing. There was nothing for her to do at this very moment. From up above, everything seemed?normal, like nothing was going on below them. Their time was running short. Their lives were diminishing by every passing second. With every breath, someone, anyone, it didn?t matter, died. Why did they die? Because their very life was being swallowed up by another. One single, small breath that seemed only like a gasp of air. It didn?t make sense?it wasn?t meant to make any sense whatsoever. Not to them. Not to her. From behind, the angry, vulgar voices of the Angels amplified. Slowly she turned her head to the side, her ears peaking to the lone voice that stood out from the thousands that argued aggressively.
Watching them from the plain corner of her eye, she spotted the flash of dark blue, as an arm was lifted suddenly into the air, a finger pointed towards the sky above them. With that one finger elevated, an unexpected noise filled the air around them. The grounds beneath them trembled with the power of that finger, and the clouds about them moved. Turning slowly, the young woman fully faced the unknown finger with the raised finger. Her cornflower blue eyes rested on him. And only him. Why? She did not know. There was an air about him that interested her, amongst the others. An aura, dark, and yet?good sprouted away from him, touching everyone around him. That aura, however, passed her by. She blinked, her mouth opening slowly. What was she going to say to him? What could she say?
Could she say she wanted his power? Could she demand it be done, that power given to her?
With her wheat-blonde colored hair flowing out behind her like silk thread, she continued to watch him with envy in her eyes, as well as unspoken anger. Her time would be?now. This was it. Gradually lowering her head, she kept her eyes trained on him. In the blink of an eye, he shifted. And his arm shot down, all his fingers extended towards her. It was now. Someone came up from behind her. To her left, she felt the presence of someone she didn?t know at all. Keeping her eyes on the man in front of her a few good ways away, she kept her ears open to the individual beside her. The man?s shouts over the whining wind that swept her long hair away from her back were augmenting to a point where the sounds in the background had faded out completely. Only he could be heard, him and his spells.
?Angelus,? a soft-spoken voice whispered in her ear. ?Angelus, you have the strength. Defy them. Stand up to him!?
Her head snapped to the side, her eyes searching desperately for the source of the words. They echoed in the deepest chambers of her enclosed mind. She blinked absently. And continued to search the empty spaces beside her. Who was that? Why had they called her Angel? She wasn?t one of the Angels. Not yet. Never would be. Perhaps her mother was one before her, and then her grandmother before her mother, but she would never be an Angel. Never. Doing one quicker, final sweep with her eyes, she turned her attention back to the male she had been observing earlier. Then, it was the same voice that spoke into her ear, making it?s way into her mind, attaching itself to the inner-walls of her brain.
?Bellum.? It dug deeper. ?The bellum will start soon, Angelus.?
Without any knowledge of what was really going on, she spoke out on a soft murmur of air, ?What war? There will be no war.?
?Ah, but how do you know this, eh? You do not pocess the supreme knowledge of the Elder Angels to know this. Angelus, if you only had listened. If you had only complied to their wishes, paid attention to their beliefs.?
?But I had!? she protested heatedly, a gust of warm air slapping her from all sides.
?Ah, but, Amo you hadn?t. You hadn?t.? The voice suddenly changed tones. It became impatient, angry at the young female, ?If you had listened, then he wouldn?t be here. Or even down there for that matter! Ecce! See how he flaunts in front of you? Do you not understand? Understand it, you must!?
The woman flinched, her lips twisting, her eyes half-closing. ?But I??
?No!? the voice abruptly cried in her mind. It echoed deeply, digging its tentacles into the walls of her skull. Her head began to throb unforgivingly in time with her own heartbeat. ?You have no time for excuses now. Never. Do you understand??
She didn?t reply. She didn?t have any time to do such a thing. It had attacked from within, bursting outwards like a blindly light. She would?ve cried out for help, but who would?ve helped her? Who would?ve heard her scream? No one. She brought her arms up as soon the heat of the light took her, swallowing her whole. And dumped her down into some unknown, forbidden territory. She had landed on her rear end, landing hard on some firm, painful ground. She kept her hands pressed to her eyes to fight off the light that relentlessly assaulted her from within. Maybe this was her own inner light testing her? Maybe this was what the Master had explained about when the time for your departure was at it?s best?
Maybe it was?Maybe she was dying all over again?
She assumed it was that.
And was told otherwise, as soon as she cracked open an eye.
Slowly taking her hands from her face, she squinted against the scorching, immense heat that caused waves in the air to appear a few feet away. Where the hell was she? Lifting her head she looked up. And saw red. A red colored sky, that is. What was going on now? Had that man cast a spell on her? Had it been one of those banishment spells? No. He wouldn?t have done that! Her Frater wouldn?t have let him get away with it!
?Angelus, your Frater isn?t here. He isn?t going to save you this time. You know what has to be done, what has to be seen. See it!? the voice commanded firmly, inside her mind.
Maybe she was going crazy?
Yes, that was it. She was going crazy.
That?s what had killed her in the beginning?
She shook her head, her eyes filling with fear. Her lips trembled as she spoke, ?It won?t happen! Not again. I won?t let it happen. No. No, no, no, no!? Bringing her legs up to her ample chest, she hugged her knees tightly and began to rock back and forth. It reassured her, the movements of the rocking. ?It can?t happen. No. Not now.? The rocking increased. ?Never.?
?You can?t fight it, Angelus.?
She pressed her eyes into her knees. And continued to rock herself. There was a sudden sound behind her, and she stopped her movements quickly. She went as still as the marble statues in the Halls Of The Council. Taking her head from her knees, she looked straight a head of her. A mistake already made twice. A scream erupted from her throat as her eyes watched, wide and scared. In front of her, within the hazy ripples of air, she stared, terrified of what she was seeing, as someone blurry to her eyesight stretched themselves up towards the heavens, their right hand reaching desperately. Their other hand clawed at something invisible to a Mortals? eye. The skin upon their elongated body was charred. At that same moment, as she watched, their flesh melted away with every passing millisecond.
Something wasn?t right here.
An abrupt movement in the ripples of air distracted her. Her eyes darted from the stretched being straight to the brightly outlined thing behind them. A thin slice of light lifted and placed itself in front of the reaching unknown being. And suddenly sliced sideways. A long spray of blood shot forward, the droplets reaching for her. She screamed and scrambled to her feet to avoid being touched. Overtop of her scream, another scream, a scream coming from the reaching being rose to an ear-piercing howl of anguish. The ground under her feet began to vibrate, and then tremble greatly. She stumbled while running, her arms flailing about wildly. She cried out as she couldn?t regain her balance and prepared herself for the fall to the harsh looking ground.
Her fall, however, never came.
She continued to run, as the screaming rose and rose to a glass shattering pitched scream. What was she going to do now? What had she gotten herself into this time? How was she going to get back? Tossing her head up, she stared at the red, fiery sky.
?What do you expect I do now?? she screamed loudly over the wailing that was turning her deaf. ?I can?t get to you! And you can?t get to me. Help me? Please! Do whatever is in your will to save me from this goddamn forsaken place!?
The part of her words were cut out, covered over by the scream of sorrow that seemed to make the skies and everything else turn a deadly red. Almost like blood. Throwing a precarious glance over her shoulder, she spotted a bright figure making it?s way for her, the thin slices of light reaching out for her like deadly gleaming knives of death. Half gasping, and half screaming out, she pushed herself to run faster, to try and outrun this oddly shaped thing that wasn?t human.
?You cannot run from it. It wants you, it needs you. Give it life, Angelus.?
?Shut up!? she shouted, panting for breath.
?You cannot outrun it forever, Angelus.? The voice was surprisingly calm, collected about the situation.
Beaded sweat slid down the sides of her face. Some of it slid into her eyes, stinging them instantly. Uh oh. She tried to blink it out. It didn?t work. Bringing an arm up, she swiped at her eye. And tripped as the ground convulsed violently, sending her, along with the charred debris littering the area, up into the air a bit. Her foot went down to the ground as she touched it, and she twisted it painfully. She gritted her teeth tightly against the cry of pain and fell forward. As she watched the ground rise towards her quickly, it shifted colors and shape. Going from a red to an angry, bright orange, it shifted to a dark red. The shape then went from a flat-leveled ground, to a bumpy, irregular earth. Spikes of sharp soil thrust themselves up from underneath the ground and waited for her to land upon them.
They yearned for her blood. They needed it to feed.
She couldn?t stop herself! She couldn?t defy gravity, could she? She landed on the sharp spikes with a grunt of pain, her eyes clamped shut tightly. And they dissolved under her weight, sinking down into the bedding of the ground. She lay there, for a moment or so, panting heavily. Her fingers dug into the soft ground, as she waited for her deep breaths to subside, her eyes remaining closed. All the thoughts and all the previous images she had had seen and thought earlier were erased from her mind. With her ear pressed to the soil, she listened to the strange sound of moans of grief. And the loud, sharp footsteps that?
She jerked up into a half sitting, half leaning position. Her head whipped to the side. And her eyes found the brightly lit figure looming above her. Her eyes trailed up the thin slice of vertical light that served as its? body, straight to the brightly lit piece that supplied its? head. Gulping deeply, thickly, she slowly backed away, her eyes remaining on the inhuman figure in front of her. She shook her head, trying not to believe that this was happening to her. It just wasn?t! Not now! Sliding away from the form, she felt the ground beginning to give out from beneath her. Immediately she jumped up, just as the ground cracked and began to split open underneath her. Bright red and orange lava stared back at her, as she stared down at it in shock.
?Desu,? she breathed under her breath, jumping away from the large crack in the ground that continued to expand.
Jerking her head up, she stared at the figure of light as it glided up to her at incredible speed; it?s arms raised and ready to kill at any moment. She shook her head, an arm outstretched towards it. Go away, she mouthed. Leave me alone!
It wasn?t going to listen to her. It didn?t even have any eyes to actually acknowledge what she had mouthed. She blinked rapidly as she had a handful of blistering steam thrown into her face. Crying out, she brought her hands to cover her face from any further damage. An unexpected whish of noise disrupted the air around her. And a deep cut of pain traveled along the length of her raised arm. Behind her hands, she gasped loudly, walking backwards away from the dangerous light. Taking her hands away from her face, she turned her arm over slightly. And stared down in stunned silence at the long gash running along her arm. Lifting her head slowly she stared at the light, her eyes tearing from the throbbing pain, and from the unfamiliar heat of the regions.
?What do you want with me?? she shouted at it. The moans from beneath the ground rose above it now, mingling with the screams from the tortured soul that was beginning to tear apart the area. ?I am nothing to you. Nothing!?
The light halted in mid-step and stood there. She figured it was staring at her. With one thin sliver of light raised above its? head, it knocked it?s head from side to side to tell her ?no?. She furrowed her brow in confusion, thought. No? What was it actually trying to tell her? She went to open her mouth to ask it something, but it had disappeared from sight. She blinked, completely bewildered. Where had it gone? What had happened to it? It didn?t matter at the moment anymore. What mattered to her, now, was getting out of there before something else wicked happened to her. She took a deep breath and ran her hands through her long hair. Looking around, she felt the ground groan in protest, then convulse repeatedly, rapidly.
Chunks of the soil broke away from one another as it continued to tremble greatly. The largest pieces lifted into the air, then crashed into one another, hence creating more, smaller pieces of earth to lift higher into the air. She found it suddenly hard to breath. The air around her, as she tried to inhale, had begun to go stale. What was happening to this place? What was going to happen to her? All around her, the world was a dark, angry red, while massive chunks of earth flying up into the air towards some invisible hand that beckoned them. The lost, injured, torn woman stared up at the dark red skies with fear and longing carved in her eyes. She wanted to go back to her home. She wanted her mother, she wanted her Frater. It didn?t seem like she was going to see them.
?Do you honestly think you?ll be allowed to see them again, Angelus?? The voice was back. It was full of mock laughter, scorn.
?Leave me alone,? she muttered, her eyes riveted to the skies above her.
?I cannot do such a thing. Desu wouldn?t let it happen. Not in your lifetime at least.? The voice laughed, a harsh side of the laughter coming out to slap her hard in the face.
She winced away from it. Clenching her hands into tight fists, she allowed the tears to pool at the corners of her eyes, some even falling like silver droplets down her flushed cheek. She shook her head, trying to rid her mind, her soul of the ruthless echo that rang true throughout her. She had had enough! Thrusting a hand into the air above her head, she reached for the sky. The skies had always proved helpful in any situation. She stretched her fingers, letting her body put itself in with her hopeless reach for endurance. The tears continued to slip past her half-closed eyes, as she rose to stand on her tiptoes, her body extending even more, her fingers reaching higher, deeper. No use. She shook her head, trying not to fall forward, as she tried to broaden herself. Home was right there. Home was?
?at her fingertips.
With the hanging down at her side, she clenched it into an even tighter fist, her nails biting into the skin. Warm blood trickled down her whitening palm, as she gritted her teeth against the pain. Massive flames suddenly jumped out from the ground around her, surrounding her completely, blocking all means of escape for her. No! Her mind began to scream at her, telling her to just give up and run for cover, to get away from this hellhole. But she wouldn?t listen. All she listened to was the deep voice that spoke from the chambers of her mind. It told her to go on, to get herself home, to get herself somewhere safe and away from here. The flames licked at her body, tasting her. She cringed, sometimes sobbing out in pain as the razor-sharp tips of the infernos pierced her flesh, drawing blood.
Crimson stained her white robes, while the flames tore at them. Not once, had she torn her eyes from the skies. Even as they parted, revealing natural, bright, sun filled light, she never paid any attention to the blood or the flames. The sunlight filtered down upon her, wrapping her within its radiance. As it wrapped its light around her, bathed her, it was then that it began to pull away from her, almost rearing in fear for what she had gotten herself into. She inhaled sharply, her eyes searching the light desperately. She begged it soundlessly for it to return to her. Her power: to control the Light. Her life story: to live for the Light.
The Light had rejected her.
The screams around her ripped at her internally. The flames licked at her externally. The pain from it both was intense. Too severe for her kind. Reaching up further, just a bit, she had been too distracted to even notice the being come up from behind her. With her mouth opening slightly, she winced as she stood higher. An unexpected shaft of light slid in front of her face vertically. She ignored it. Feeling an abrupt gust of cool air waft along her exposed, charred throat, she made a slight move to glance down at what was there. The sound of splitting flesh was too great for her ears. Pain shot from her neck straight to her head, spreading downwards to her toes. She tried to suck in a sharp breath, which ended up as a fraught gurgle, as blood flew out from the gash along her neck.
The crimson flew straight out like a hose, bathing everything it touched with its? impurities. Everything the blood covered hissed and shriveled down to nothing. The flames around her rose high above her head, folding inwards. It made sure the Light didn?t enter, or touch her. She was theirs. She belonged to them now. She didn?t how she had done it, but she had done it, she had managed to scream?loudly. Much too loudly for that matter. Her scream rose higher then the one that had sounded like an alarm earlier. Her screams could shatter glass within the blink of an eye. Screaming loudly, she felt something within her head burst. And something warm and wet trickled out from her ears, down the sides of her neck and face. The blood from her throat soaked the remains of her white robes, as she felt herself slowly falling towards the ground.
It was over.
Just like that.
~*****~
Lifting a hand to his forehead, he shaded his eyes from the harsh, blistering sun. It was going to be a hot, hot day tonight, he thought, turning his attention back to the group of monks across the lawn in front of him. His dark brown braid swayed along his derriere, as he walked towards them slowly, watching them carefully. He had been a priest for five years now, ever since he had been sixteen. The monks had gathered early this morning. The rumor drifting among the Elders of the Maxwell church on the L2 Colony, was that the Virgin Mary statues through the Sacred Gardens and throughout the Halls of the Elders had been shedding tears of blood for two nights now. ?The Tears Of Christ? is what the Elders called them.
The young twenty-one-year-old priest sighed heavily to himself. What was this world coming to now? Watching the Head Elder, Dimonias LeSanctus, Duo Armand Maxwell mentally noted how old the man actually looked on the outside. The inside was an entirely different story from one?s perspective. The priest known as ?Duarma?, slowly walked up the group until a few feet away from them. Dimonias was in the middle of a teaching, Duarma didn?t want to bother him, not for one moment. The Head Elders? teachings were sacred, like the Gardens and the Church. Dimonias, however, was also blind. The doctor had mentioned to Duarma that the Head Elders? hearing was soon to follow the same path his sight had taken. Extinction. Duarma smiled inwardly now. He was slowly losing his old, very dear friend.
By natural causes, however.
Dimonias lifted his head, sensing his friends? presence near. He brought a hand up into the air, his two first fingers beckoning the young man. ?Come, come, my amicus.? His voice was friendly, raspy, old, but in every way, gracious.
Duarma blinked, surprised. ?I didn?t want to disturb you, Father,? he replied hastily, shaking his head.
Dimonias brought his attention back to his disciples. ?Pax pacis,? he murmured quietly with a nod of the head. One by one, the monks rose from the ground and glided, in their brown, heavy robes, rosaries in hand, towards the Church. The Head Elder listened absently as Duarma walked over with a shy step.
?There is something bothering you, Duo.? He patted the bench he sat on, gesturing for him to sit and stay a while. ?Are you going to tell me about it??
Duarma sat down slowly. ?You never use my first name, Dimonias. Why now?? He watched the old man with curious violet hued eyes.
?A message.?
?A message?? Duarma echoed uncomprehendingly. ?What is that supposed to mean??
?Desu.?
?That?s impossible.?
?How so? How is it possible to receive a message from Him??
Duarma shrugged uncomfortably. ?I?m not sure,? he murmured, lowering his head, his eyes searching the ground.
Dimonias whacked him in the arm, catching him by complete surprise. ?Look at me when I say something like this?it?s important.?
?But I am listening!?
?Not when you?re eyes are away from my face, you?re not.? Dimonias pressed his lips together tightly.
?I?m sorry, Dimonias.? Duarma bowed his head slightly and focused all his attention on the old man beside him. ?What?s up??
?The Mary?s have shed blood. Tears Of Christ, Duo. Have you ever heard of it?? Dimonias inclined his small, bald, tanned head towards Duo. The gray eyes glimmered in the shimmer of the water from the small pool in front of them.
Duarma nodded once, his eyes thoughtful, his expression considerate. ?I?ve heard of it, amicus. But what does it have to do with us??
The man looked as though Duo had just insulted him deeply. ?Everything!? he exclaimed, his eyes wide and staring.
Duarma suppressed a shudder. He hated it whenever his old friend stared at him like that. It just wasn?t?right. He suppressed another shudder and swallowed. ?Are we, in any way, connected this ?Tears Of Christ? belief?? He rested his chin on the palm of his head, as he propped his elbow on his knee.
?Yes, as a matter of fact, we are, Duo.? Dimonias nodded gravely.
Duo nodded. ?Ah. I see. So?are we going to die within the next twenty-four hours or something?? He smirked.
?This is not a laughing matter, my amicus,? the Head Elder snapped, ?this is a serious matter. The Virgin Mary had bled for two days now.?
?And?what are we supposed to do about that?? Duarma inquired slowly.
?Nothing.? Dimonias sighed heavily, his head slowly lowering in regret. ?The best thing we can do for now is pray to Desu that we?re spared when the time arrives, my young amicus.?
Duarma nodded, couldn?t say anything more. He didn?t feel he needed to at this moment. Dimonias coughed loudly, his frail, old frame shuddering with the power of the cough. Duarma straightened on the bench, and then rose, ready to help his friend. But the Head Elder lifted a trembling hand up in silent protest, waving him away. Duarma nodded slowly, watching him, praying he didn?t die here of a heart attack. The last thing he needed was someone haunting the Church.
?I am fine, my boy,? Dimonias managed between coughs. ?Go now, retire. It is time.?
Duarma turned without another word. Walking through the Sacred Gardens, he entered the main front hall. The luxury and space of this Church was praised highly by others. He was also amazed by what the Church and the Council could?ve afforded to build such a grand and popular church. He sighed heavily, entering the front room where everyone came to pray about loved ones and other personal things. He walked down the dimly lit aisle, sauntering slowly past the rows of hundreds and hundreds of pews. The Church was a large one, covering roughly about seven thousand acres if one counted the massive graveyard behind the Church. Reaching down into his pocket, as he continued to walk, he pulled out his dark brown wooden rosary that Father Maxwell had given him before he had passed away.
Fingering the cool, smooth beads as he walked, he approached the Virgin Mary with thoughts as to why she would be crying, doing such a thing to wreck havoc down upon them. He stared at the blood that stained her cool marble surface. Why? he asked her silently. Why did you do this? How could you happen to do this?
Of course she wasn?t going to respond to him in person. Never in his years would he believe a statue to talk to him. Coming to a stop in front of the statue, he lifted his head slowly and stared at her. Plump droplets of crimson slipped out from her open, unblinking eyes to slide down the blood-caked cheeks, and then fall down, landing on various spots of her robes and sandaled feet. He shook his head sadly. Bringing a hand up, he touched his fingers to his forehead, to his heart, then his left shoulder, and then finally his right. He then brought the rosary to his lips, kissing it, and then offering it up to Mary.
?In the name of the God, Father, Son, and the Holy Spirit. Amen,? he murmured softly, his eyes closing.
?Touch me.? It was a whisper of air that traveled past his face, caressing his cheeks.
Duarma blinked and lifted his head. Looking up into the bloody eyes of Mary, he frowned. ?What?? He groaned quietly. ?Great, now I?m hearing things. Way to go, Dimonias!?
?Do it. My feet. Bless them with your rosary.? It was in his ears now, echoing in his mind.
Duarma chewed on his lower lip. Looking around, glancing about to see if anyone remained after Retirement, he found no one, just himself, the Virgin Mary, a bunch of empty pews, and last, a thousand or so dimly lit candles. ?If you say so. Here goes?? He outstretched his hand, rosary wrapped around his fingers and hand.
He had touched the smooth marble earlier in his days, but he hadn?t touched it lately in fear of that something like what as happening now might happen. It had. Unfortunately. As soon as his fingertips touched the top of her marble toes, his head snapped back, his face facing upwards. The ceiling, decorated with hanging chandeliers, burnt out candles in the holders, seemed to spin around countless times. The faces of the gargoyles sitting perched on the top of the beams against the walls beside the stained glass windows mocked him, laughed at him for falling for such a trick. Was it a trick? Something, maybe his mind was playing on him at this moment? Blinking blindly again as his eyes moved around rapidly in their sockets, the dark wooden beams and ceiling of the Church were turning a bright, blindly white color.
It was then his eyes found the marble, smooth eyes of the Virgin Mary.
Even she, a woman of God, mocked him.
Duarma tried to scream out, tried to call for help, but it was no use. She had him in some sort of grasp that he couldn?t get himself out of. What was happening to him? Why did he feel feeble and utterly useless? Blinking again, his lips parted slightly. And he sucked in a sharp breath of air that caused him to groan loudly in agony, as his insides felt like they were turning themselves inside out. He had to get his mouth closed somehow, or else he?d be covered in his intestines and the rest of his internal organs. Staring up at the Virgin Mary, Her eyes dared him to scream out for help, dared him to defy Her in any sort of way that would anger Her. That, he didn?t want to do.
And then, he saw her do it.
He was too shocked to move a muscle, not that he could or anything. All he could do was stare in stunned disbelief at what had just happened. Not only had She blinked at him, but also, now, Her lips shifted slightly, moving a bit. They puckered out at him. She blew a kiss to him. And he began to choke, his entire muscular frame convulsing violently. What the hell was wrong with him? He had lost all sudden control over his limbs! No! The Virgin Mary blew another kiss at him, and he tried to growl at Her, tried to bark something mean or rude at Her. Just anything to get himself out of this deathtrap.
?You will do as I say, you will see what I say. You will obey.? The voice was very womanly, but rude. And extremely commanding.
Duarma could barely shake or nod his head to acknowledge Her previous words. What was he going to do now? He tried to now blink, but it was no use?he didn?t have control over his eyes now! Staring up at Her with glossy eyes, tears sliding from the corners of his upturned eyes, he could only watch as dark blood tears slowly slid from her eyes and fell in slow motion through the air, rubbing up against the rigid edges of her rippling robes. His eyes followed it, watching it through a blurry, wobbly vision. Oh, God! he screamed out in his mind. No!
He tried to pull his fingers from Her toes, just to get away from the impending tears. It was his doom. His end. Right here, and right now. And by what? A bunch of tears! What was this world coming to? Duarma tried to slow his breathing, tried to pull himself away. It was no use. The tears fell, and fell, and fell. Until the first one touched the top of his hand. His body stopped convulsing immediately, his entire mind blanking out completely. The Virgin Mary tilted her head down slightly, her blank, emotionless eyes staring down into his own water filled, half-lidded ones. What was She thinking? What was running that?mind of Hers?
The young priest stared up at Her, his eyes begging Her to just let him go already. She wasn?t listening to him at all. She was enjoying the look of pure agony on his face at the moment. It amused Her. It really fucking pleased Her to see him in such pain. His body was racked with violent jolts of searing pain that caused him to jerk steadily from side to side where he simply stood. The first tear of blood hadn?t done much damage to him, but the second and the third, however, had done far more. With the second one, his screams of pain were watery, sickening, as they echoed off the large walls and beams. Behind him, laughter filled the Church. The gargoyles laughed loudly at him. They found him amusing as well! Would you look at that!
Duarma tried to squirm away from Her, just to get away from the tears. And the blood. The third blood filled tear hit his knuckles, followed immediately by a fourth, a fifth, then a sixth, until it went on and on. Looking up at Her, he noticed She was crying more, and harder. Her sobs filled the pews. And the rest of the Church. Duo wanted to cry right along with Her?hell, he practically was! With every tear that touched his flesh, his body was assaulted by unbearable pains. He had never felt such pain before, never even knew it existed! Now he knew. Now he had experienced it full hand. He wondered why She was crying so much louder, and harder now.
Was it because he was in pain? Was it because She wasn?t enjoying his pain anymore? Or was it because She wanted to do more, yet couldn?t do the amount She really wanted to do?
Whatever amount of pain She was hoping to do to the young priest, She had Her prayers answered. The last tear hit his hand, splashing out in all directs with smaller droplets of crimson. Duarma?s body convulsed one last time before going completely still. His eyes stared up into Her?s, the look of troubled tranquility floating around within the watery violet orbs heavy and deep. Suddenly, his body went completely slack, his eyes rolling back into his head, as he crumpled to the floor in front of the Virgin Mary. She stared down at him, Her bloody tears still falling. They fell on him. They fell for him.
To Be Continued??
[Author?s Note: I hope no one here is TOO religious or something. I mean, I wouldn?t want anyone emailing me up with hate-mail or something. *nervous chuckle* I just write what scrolls in front of me eyes, as I sit down in front of my computer. *grins* It isn?t my fault. But, if there?s something in there that?s?uh, I don?t know?TOO Godly for you or something, then don?t flame me on it. Plz? The idea with the Virgin Mary just came into my head as I was writing, and well, I just wrote it out.
Hopefully it wasn?t THAT confusing for you. I mean, I meant to make it confusing for you for a sole purpose?my secret though. *winks* But I?m off to bed now. Byebye! P.S. The language used within this story is Latin. If it's wrong, don't be afraid to correct me about this one stupidity. *winks*]
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"Blood stains - speed kills, fast cars - cheap thrills, rich girls - fine wine, I lost my self I lost control I lost my mind!!!" Bloodstains - Agent Orange
<font size=-1>[ This Message was edited by: Leia Avenrose on 2002-05-26 08:51 ]</font>
This could be the script for a horror movie or something...disturbing and strange. Hmm...the mind is a very facinating tool. Is there...going to be another chapter?