Hell of a Ride

Chapter 3

Chaos on earth

(Adon's point of view)

"The world has changed since I last stepped foot here, humans never cease to surprise me, they have such a short life and yet they will give it all their might... What for? Although I've been around for a very long time, I still don't understand it very well. I used to be like them, but the years have erased all traces of any humanity I once had. They spend their lives running around, believing in some higher purpose, as their lives would actually matter. Like god would actually care. All She does is play. This bastard wants to be entertained and amused. If only they knew she had no intention of saving them all. She is the very reason for their despair, the catastrophes, the famine and all. She mocks them. She could solve it all, she could make the earth a living paradise. Lilith told me that where she used to live, the sky would never be clouded and that death did not exist, she lived in a real paradise and She was merciful. Maybe, in the beginning, She was good, and all that mattered was if we, humans, were happy. But now, she does nothing, a true spectator and all we are, are actors in her hellish play. She didn't flinch when I lost my little sister. She didn't move when they murdered these innocent children to win her favour. She liked it, seeing them crawling at her feet, sacrificing pure soul in order to survive. She created them in her image: Selfish and cruel."

Adon kept walking in these unfamiliar streets, busy and loud, as he remembered something unpleasant. He hadn't been in his human form for quite a while and it was as uncomfortable as he remembered, however, the clothes were less bothering this time around. He remembered how humans used to wear rags or armour, frivolous dresses and ridiculous suits. It took him a few minutes and some weird looks to adjust his disguise. Lost in his thoughts, he caught himself looking thoroughly at the faces passing by, trying to discover why She was so obsessed with these humans. He remembered that kid he had just left moments ago: defenceless, ignorant to all the stakes at play outside of his comfortable limited life, he ended up being nothing more than another human who got too curious and ended up meddling in something way bigger than him.

Too preoccupied to notice the children running towards him, playing around trying to catch a little girl, she fell to her bottom after bumping into his leg and started mumbling something that resembled excuses. What seemed to be her siblings tried to pick her up, Adon thought. But it is only when she looked into his eyes that he realised she was crying. She was probably about seven years old, had beautiful golden hair and tears were flooding her small round face. This sight felt too familiar, as a result, Adon just stood there, lost in persistent memory that he had yet to chase away, but too scared to relive. Terrified of his stone-cold face the kids ran away thinking they would get scolded. But Adon couldn't detach his gaze from the little girl. A tear ran down his face.

Standing there in the middle of the street people started to stare, less bothered by the pedestrians than by the sudden urge to scream and break something Adon tried to find a more seclusive place where he could sort his emotions out. Thoughts were racing and the memories of that terrible night resurfaced:

"Each time they screamed, it would fill up the air, and their cries would turn my inside out, again and again, a pool of blood tainted my soul, un-washable. I was desperate, I was scared but most of all I knew I would be next. At the time She was just an abstract concept grownups talked about, she was our saviour, our redemption and the reason for all these sacrifices. Then why didn't she save my sister? Why take all these kids? They had been abandoned by their families because of her, they had already struggled so much to stay alive, why did she condemn them to death when they had already suffered enough? Why did she put us through all of these hardships? And why was I the only one who escaped? But that day I learned what she hated the most was losing her toys. In my escape, I did the one thing that I could never ask forgiveness for and She would never forget it. I was messing with someone, no, something a lot bigger than me and so powerful that no one could go against her. Not that there was anyone left to go against her. I was all alone. How could I have known, I was just a child, barely survived eleven winters, hurt and defenceless. I tried to explain that it wasn't my fault, but my mistake was too big. I had taken away all her precious playthings." Adon was thinking to himself but it wasn't the first time he felt this frustration.