Greetings readers! This is a fair warning, near the end of this chapter it maybe a bit unsettling for young readers, therefore proceed with caution! You have been warned!
My head felt as if it was split open with an axe. My head throbbed as I gingerly sat up right. I blinked a few times allowing my eyes to adjust to my unfamiliar surroundings. The room was dimly lit by a single lamp that sat on a night stand in a far off corner, besides that the only other piece of furniture in the room was a small bed stripped of its beddings and a chair that was currently occupied. The dull pain at the back of my head began to diminish. I rubbed my temple with my knuckles to ease myself from the plethora of questions that had evaded my mind. Where was I? Who was this freak? And where is Damien?
"Child, why must you burden yourself so?" said the man. He wore a ragged green cloak which in my opinion had seen much better days, the cloak was long and fell to his ankles where I could see his bare feet; calloused and bruised. Shakily he picked up his walking stick and made his way towards me. I cautiously shuffled back in my feeble position. One thing that Damien taught me was to trust no one. This man could be a demon for all I know and had probably taken the form of an old man thus not frighten me. I could finally feel my fight reflexes kick; I jumped up and balled up my fists prepared to fight.
"Put your fists down boy or I'll rap your knuckles with this here stick." snapped the old man. There was something oddly familiar about this man. The hood of his cloak shadowed his face so I was unable to recognize him. "Unveil yourself stranger." I demanded, I knew this man somehow, perhaps from a past lifetime. Yes, he seemed rather familiar but I couldn't be sure
"Ever the demanding..." The old man slowly pulled back his hood to reveal the face of a long-time friend and someone whom I had come to consider as family. The illusion of an old man that he with-held faded away as Brother John's features became more prominent. My heart felt heavy as the strong façade I held for the past year crumbled. I had missed Brother John terribly these past months, a part of me had been missing and was left behind in heaven as I scourged mundane souls around this bloody terrain. Brother John was probably the only man I held highly in my books; the true meaning of my father who art in heaven - to me that is-.
Brother John pulled me in for a hug. My eyes stung as I held back the tears that welled. This felt right, this felt like homecoming.
"I don't have much time son, listen carefully. I have been exiled from heaven by Brother Zachariah; he is claiming the world above as his own. He wants to create a world whereby all must be holy. He will wipe the world clean of us all and start a new race, he calls them 'the heavenly's'"
I shook my head in disbelief. I always knew that Brother Zachariah was a bad apple but this was a whole new extreme, though I doubted his plan would fall through. He was being stupid, and if there really was a man calling the shots up there he would put Brother Zachariah in his place.
"And what of Go..." I began but could not continue. It was forbidden for a fallen to utter his holiness name. My chest constricted in pain as I tried once more.
Brother John nodded his head in acknowledgement as to what I was trying to say. "You know that He is a mere by-stander in these matters. He will only intervene when matters become dire." He said.
"And what am I to do with this information?" I asked. I know it must have been rather rude but he couldn't surely think that I could stop Brother Zachariah. I was a fallen, I wouldn't even be allowed to step near the gates of heaven.
"That my child, is entirely up to you." Brother John gave me another hug and patted my back, "Take care my child. Have courage and faith. Emmanuel"
I sadly grabbed his hand and covered his with my own. "How can you say Emmanuel when we have been forsaken?"
"Don't lose hope yet. You have not been forsaken. Just remember no matter what happens from now promise me you will do what is right and have courage. Pick yourself up dust yourself off and start all over again. Don't let being a fallen define who you are. You're more than that." said Brother John. Those were the most heartfelt words I had ever received in my lifetime. I buried my head in the crook of his neck and gave him another hug. I closed my eyes and pulled back needing a moment to let everything sink in. I took a deep breath and opened my eyes only to find he was gone.
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Walking up the steps to our shabby apartment, I pulled out the keys to our front door from my pocket and unlocked it. I was physically and emotionally drained and all I wanted to do was sleep. Not wanting to wake Damien at the ungodly hour of three o'clock in the morning, I slipped off my shoes before hearing sudden noises. A shrill scream resonated followed by the roar of a man at his prime in the bows of ecstasy. My nose wrinkled in disgust at the thought of having to listen to Damien fanny around with numerous women in his room. I heard another primal growl from his room and quickly corrected myself. Numerous women and men.
Pissed off and sleep deprived I decided to show Damien a piece of my mind. I braced myself for the mentally disturbing image that I was about to walk in on. I rapped my knuckles on the door before flinging it open. In the centre of his bed there was a tangle of body parts clinging to each other slicked with sweat and other unmentionable body fluids. Men and women clung to each other, heads were thrown back as moans of pleasure wrung throughout the room.
A woman who had been keenly observing from the foot of the bed draped in nothing but a silk robe turned towards me. She beckoned me closer with her finger. Obliging the woman's request I stood next to her, watching just as intently at the sexual display in front if us. She slid her arm around my neck pulling me closer to her pink pouty lips. Purposely evading her demanding tongue , I cupped her face and placed feather light kisses along her jaw, down her neck and shoulder. I heard her gasp as I began to nibble at the tender flesh at her shoulder. Her manicured nails raked through my hair and along my spine, causing me to let out a supressed groan. My hand slipped down her cheeks and caressed the skin at her neck, pausing to listen to her staccato breathing before clutching her neck and chocking the shit out of her.
"Where the hell is Damien you slμt." my voice dropping to an unholy whisper. Her eyes bulged in fear as she pointed behind me to the doorway letting out squeals of fright.
Damien stood at the door gloriously naked and fully er£ct. "Sorry Sebastian, we have a strict no party poopers allowed rule." he said smugly, the corner of his lip lifted in a smirk.
I realized everyone was now looking at us with interest. I was not going to stand here and be some sort of entertainment for these people.
"Everyone, by the time I count to ten you better be gone!" I barked. They all snapped out of their trance and began to run helter skelter for their belongings. I had a nasty habit of contorting my features when I was angry and I knew for a fact I looked as scary as the devil himself.
By the count of nine, they had all left leaving a few necessary garments behind and an awfully angry Damien scowling at me.
"Put some clothes on you idiot."
"Why should I? I know you're enjoying looking at my junk." Playfully, Damien threw himself onto the bed (which probably had been contaminated with millions of STD's) and stroked himself looking at me hungrily. I threw a pillow from the floor at him and gave him my best death glare.
"Learn to control your libido and I have a matter of great importance to discuss." I hissed clearly at the end of my resolve. Trying to be decent, Damien covered himself with the pillow I had tossed him giving me his full attention now. "We are all in grave danger"
- The Lady Has Spoken
A/N
Hey guys! Long time. I just wanted to say thank you for reading, voting and commenting on this story it means a lot to me. Another thing I wanted to say was that please don't get angry with me because of my character Damien! *Runs and jumps behind a couch, peeps head from behind* Yes he may be very umm... Sexual I guess but only because he represents the 7 deadly sins and also he's meant to be a douche.
Damien: Hey I heard that
Sebastian: I totally agree with her...
UGH! Anyways, Don't forget to comment, vote and like!
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The Last Hallelujah
Fantasía"We are the forsaken, we are the damned, the unloved and the forgotten. We are bound to the chains of our sins and guilt held by our betters. A constant reminder of our wrong doings. Why should they care about us? We have been deemed unworthy, unfit...
