Fort Callibus (IN HEAVY REPAIR)

Chapter 17

His eyes darkened at the mention of the name. His face went blank for a moment and I held in a breath. He’s going to kill me. I know it. His face resumed its regular lightness, this time changing from confusion to recognition to guilt. He took a step towards me and I immediately welled up with fear. My body went rigid and stiff, only my eyes moving to watch every move he made as his face came within inches of mine at the door. His hands rested on the wood to the sides of my head. I gulped loudly.

He sighed and shut his eyes, a torn look on his face. “I’ve told you many tales and legends. It’s time I told you a real story.” He whispered. Saul –or Cytisus- opened his eyes to stare at me. I looked deep into them, only seeing one thing.

Remorse.

My body eased a little as confusion clouded my brain. What’s really going on? He backed away from me at sat on the foot of the bed, putting his head in his hands and ruffling up his hair.

“Listen… I need you to hear this.” He grabbed a fistful of the brown strandstightly and sighed. He sounded exhausted. “Eons ago, there was a war between heaven and hell. I’m sure you know that…but I need to tell you my story.” I slid down the door, the smooth wood massaging my back and sat. “Back in the early ages of the planet, after the armies of hell had been driven back to the underworld, there was word of a new creation in heaven…a goddess to kill us all. After much discussion and debate, the Council convinced his Satanic Majesty to allow them to make a special being of their own. A god in himself controlled by the Dark Soul.That was me. They forged me in the Mountain Fires, Lava Rivers, and Tar Pits of hell. And when my body was done, they inserted the Dark Soul for a trial run. He was a power like no other, only one force being able to oppose him in a fair fight. It was exhilarating –and terribly frightening- to have him inhabit my body. I remember how my adrenaline pumped and the sheer power I felt flowing through me…it was satisfying. But I was a separate person from the Dark Soul. Although he needed me to live, I didn’t need him at all. He was obsessed with power and destruction, while I just wanted one thing… Aerilyn. While the Dark Soul slumbered, I met her. Not knowing who we were, we fell in love. And that sealed the fate of the Chosen Ones. We were sworn enemies, yet passionate lovers. When the time came for heaven and hell to rise up, the spirit of the Goddess and The Dark Soul inserted themselves into the chosen ones. As they grew older, they’re feelings and bodies intertwined. They became one. But they weren’t supposed to fall in love. After 17 years of searching for flaws in their plans, their eyes rested on Aerilyn and I. Once they found out about our…affair, they separated us, and told us abruptly about our real purpose. We never really spoke again. The Dark Soul will awake, pass through my body, and insert itself into the chosen one soon. I kept it secret from you because being Aerilyn reborn, I thought maybe you could fall in love with me again. You have all of your memories from your past life, but they’re locked away. I have loved you all along… but you haven’t loved me. That kills me. I want you so bad, Nami…yet I know, your real love is him … Yuki. You two are the Chosen Ones that are to fall in love. Not me… You should not have fallen in love with me.”

I vaguely remembered the story as if I was right there, watching it all. I felt it, all of it. Every emotion flushed through my body as I sat there on the floor, my mind blank. Saul got up and took a step towards me, making me push my body once again on the door in alarm. Hurt flashed briefly through his eyes before they went to painful acceptance. He walked to one side of the bed and sat down, his elbows resting on his knees and his fingers tangled in his hair. I eased a little, knowing he was farther away from me.

“Go.” He whispered. I could hear the sadness clouding his weak voice. “Go see her. Leave me.”

My surroundings started to fade away, going a bright white before leaving me in a warm sunny patch of grass. I instantly recognized where I was. The meadow. I smiled and let out a breath of air I didn’t know I was holding in. Away from that murderer. Although, I do feel a tinge of grief...no, I refuse to. He doesn’t deserve it.