Tales From Babalangion

The Sins of The Righteous

What justfies a sin? Is being lustful explained away so easily by hormones or our nature? Does self defense make murder okay? Maybe in most cases, but I am not here to talk philosophy. I am here to tell you a tale about a man who's justified sin has a punishment beyond a mere morality debate.

Warning: The upcoming content details a fictional school shooting and any similarities to real life events is pure chance. Reader discretion is advised

The day was like any other. A normal high school day for eighteen year old Jacob Mallory. Jacob was a ordinary senior, average height, average looks, a few friends and a normal part time job. The day was about to take a turn for the worst though as near the day's end the PA system crackled to life as a voice said, 

"LOCKDOWN! LOCKDOWN! LOCKDOWN!" signaling a lockdown. At first the students were lax, they reasoned it was just a drill. But Jacob noticed his teacher seemed...uneasy. No one else noticed and they all were joking around, whispering and making each other laugh. That stopped when the shots started. Loud, harsh sounds that crushed any semblance of peace the student body was feeling as a few even let out tiny whimpers and gasped in surprise, this was real. The danger was real. Everyone was quiet after that, listening as the shots rang out, sometimes followed by screams. Soon, footsteps were audible as they drew closer. Stopping right at the classroom door. Everyone in the crowded hiding place held their breath as a bang come from the door. The noise kept going, 

"BANG! BANG! BANG!" before a loud snap was heard. They had somehow started breaking through the door. After a few more hits the intruder was able to enter, stepping into the classroom with a pistol in one hand and what looked like a small survival axe in the other. He looked around the room until he found where the class was hiding. Almost everyone started screaming, others cried, and a few were in shock from the fear. 

"Get down!" The man yelled, pointing the gun at the class and now everyone screamed and recoiled, but their backs hit the wall and they were trapped. The man stepped forward. "I SAID GET THE FUCK DOWN!" he yelled again before grabbing a female classmate and took her from the group, pointing the gun to the side of her head. Jacob wasn't sure why, but he leaped up at that moment and rushed the man, catching him off guard as he tackled the man, making him drop his gun and letting go the girl. To their side was the axe the man had dropped to grab the girl and Jacob grabbed it and raised it, bringing it down again, and again. In this battle lust he didn't stop until the man's face was nothing but jellied flesh, crushed marrow and weeping blood vessels. Panting heavily as he looked at once was a man and then flinched as he scurried off the corpse. Then he heaved and heaved as he vomitted, his puke mixing with the still running bloodstream. The rest was a blur for poor Jacob. The next thing he knew it was night time and he was in his bed at home. He had a foggy recollection of people assuring him it wasn't his fault. But this feeling, it was not born from his actions of killing. His gut felt a longing. A desire to see the crumpled and bloody man again. The images on his head were already fading, proving to be a fleeting sensation. Jacob's window frosted over as he looked out at the cold night. The full moon shone bright as it sat fat in the sky. Light hail rained down as what would normally be a quiet and peaceful night was shattered by a voice, whispering to Jacob, urging him to feel that again. The high of killing a man. A high that was unlike any drug or pharmaceutical, the high was...enticing.

Jacob tried to fight it at first, but the voice became many, whispering, watching, waiting. They wanted more, he wanted more. He tried, he truly tried. But it was inevitable. One day, he had met with a friend on a long weekend. He made his move and killed him quickly. But one wasn't enough. He wanted more. Soon his grimace of fear when he killed would be a smile as he killed his classmates, one by one. Soon he had even stopped wasting their flesh as he found human meat was truly divine. However, one day he was found, he was reckless and they tried to stop him. That damned teacher. They struggled and fought, too bad he was found at in the chemistry lab. The fight ended up knocking some chemicals down and one small spark from Jacob's pant's button and the floor blew up. The fire caught quickly and the school never knew what happened. All they knew, was Jacob Mallory and Stephen Nyx died in that fire. The flames tongue licking at the slight hail as it descended. However, a few students claimed they saw a tall shadow, thin and lanky running away from the fire. However, no evidence was found to prove this so it was chalked up to a delusion.

Ironic, isn't it? The people he killed to protect ended up finding their graves regardless. Such a thing is truly...comedic, don't you think? But it wasn't for nothing. Right Malumbrix?

T-the first three omens...

Indeed, Rathabur's fall is soon

I shall have my revenge! I will not let some nobody take my rightful revenge from me!

Then you better hurry up and make your move. Because that's three omens down, only four remain.