Through the dark streets, and up the white steps of his manor, Jude Grail holds Parker Magnus's limp, cold, dead body in his arms. The sleeves and front of his white suit are decorated in dark platters of blood. Eliza stands at the front doors, she's about to welcome home her master... But her smile drops at the sight of the General's corps in the hands of her Lord. Jude's eyes glow bright yellow, and a genuine look of manic pleasure rests upon his upturned, grinning lips. She grasps the door handle, leaving the door ajar as she races up the spiralling stairs. Terror shimmers through her fast, frantic breaths. Little does she know, he has flown into the manor, and walks with silent, creeping steps behind her helpless self... She has no idea.
One murder leads to another, I suppose that saying is true. Why leave a witness alive when I can so easily take their soul. Here Parker, why be dead alone when you can have a friend?
A hot, scorching blast hits the maid square in the back. She cries out in pain as her knees hit the red carpet. Her violet eyes glisten with oncoming tears, she can see the slight pulsing of blue light on the white wall to her right. Out of everyone in Asherwood, she is the only Angel, other than Parker, to see Jude's blue flames.
"Impossible, that's impossible!" Her head jerks back, she can just barely see Jude's wrinkled, smiling face through the flames. They quickly burn away the feathers of her large, white wings, and through her white dress, sending the hot searing pain etching further and further up her back. She can't move, every time she does, the pain screams through every nerve in her dying body.
Just as she curls herself into a tight ball, and collapses to her side on the carpet, low, terrified whimpering escaping her shivering lips, her master takes a step forward. He kneels beside her, placing an eerily comforting hand on her head. He strokes her white curls slowly with his thin fingers. His eyes gaze kindly upon her as her vision begins blurring. She sees Parker's blank eyes staring with a look that says, 'I did not go out painlessly.' She nods in his direction, and it almost seems as if Parker's off white, lifeless face softens to a pitying sadness.
"You were a good maid. The kindest, most courteous servant I could have asked for. You were never late, you did as you were told, and you worked tirelessly to help me with daily tasks. I wish it didn't have to be this way, but in the end... I have to go out with a bang, with meaning. I don't know if you know this or not, but, the Grail bloodline has been cursed by the hand of God, and now, my immortality has been stripped from my very body. If I die in the coming days... I want those I care about to be by my side, in Hell." Eliza's violet orbs flash the brightest they ever have, using her final breath, she speaks her mind for the first time since she came to work for Jude. Her voice, screaming and gasping in agony, forcing every breath from her lungs.
"All these years, all this time, not one of us servants was truly loyal. Not even— me. A war is coming, and you can bet your life on the fact that half of us will fight against you... And half of us—with... If I was to be— to be alive to see it... I would kill you— myself, the only blood on my hands I condone... Is— yours..." Her mutilated body falls limp. Jude takes a moment to ponder on those words.
" 'A war is coming, and you can bet your life on the fact that half of us will fight against you, and half of us with.' Eliza, I knew you were never a follower. I let you live for longer than I anticipated, because I thought you had a spine enough to try and kill me. You and Parker are the same, you have the murderous intent, but a weak stomach." He lays her head on his knees, watching her violet eyes cloud over with a sheet of stale white blankness.
"You're only as good as your actions, that goes for both of you. Now come, I have special seats for you two at my table." He looks at Parker.
"Even in death you have no control over your actions. Your corps will be the nail in your son's coffin."
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Pain Purity and Apocalypse
Ficção CientíficaThe butterfly effect, the ability of one man to throw another's life into complete and utter chaos. When The Grim Reaper is assassinated, his death causes his family, his home, and the entire government system between heaven, hell, and earth to be t...
