All I am (Completed)

The son

I decided, almost over night, to finally help this balance and make the worlds right again.

All that was really in my mind was the son of Jesus.

What did it mean that he has a son that could stay in hell and not be detected as a divine being?

With my brain hurting, I layed down to get some sleep and look at the matter with a fresh mind in the morning.

"Hel!" I heard someone call my name. I groaned and sat up.

"Damn you Bruce."

"Don't be irate, I came to show you more of your kingdom."

"Ugh. I'm tired and I have a headache."

"Come on." He grabbed my jacket and slung me over his shoulder. We walked and walked for about an hour and I was getting really antsy.

"Where are we going?"

"This place where it molded some of the souls that were consumed by you some millenniums ago."

I was shocked that he knew this much about hell and this much about me.

We arrived at a cave that had dried blood all over it. At first glance, it seemed like it was an altar where people did sacrifices.

"Was this an altar?"

"Yup."

We walked inside and saw some scratchings on the walls. My fingers roamed the trenches of the scratches. Images flashed before me of demons and impure beings screaming and scratching trying to escape.

We got to one part where faces rose from the walls with utter terror in their eyes.

A scene flashed infront of me of the pre millennia me laughing at their pain and smiling at the spilling of their blood. As their souls were absorbed by my essence, they cemented with the clay and they remained statues forever.

I trembled at the memory because I was beyond vicious, but still they put faith in me.

That's crazy, the thing I hated the most was putting faith in something that leaves no guarantee to be sure or true, but here I am, having multitudes of beings putting their faith in me. The way irony works is beyond anyone's control.

"Why did you bring me here?"

"So you can remember."

Before I could ask what, I fell to the ground from a pain that went up my spine.

M just stooped in front of me and looked in my eyes.

"Don't fight the pain, welcome it." He said to me.

After a minute of no relief, I decided to just give in. Images flashed before me and people and faces and places, everything came before me. My fangs extended and added to the pain that I was already feeling.

The altar glowed and I felt more power go in and out of my body.
I couldn't move, my body was just useless to me and I felt numb.

"What now?" I sobbed softly.

"Now, you remember who you are, you do what you have to do. The balance shifted because of your transformation to a human form. You knew that before you left. You knew the risk of all of this. Why did you still go through with it?"

"I have to find his son."

"Who's son?"

"Jesus." I said.

M's face tightened and he looked at the walls then at me again.

"Why?"

"Maybe that would balance it back."

"It won't. I know it won't."

"How can you be sure?"

"I don't know Helania. I don't know."

I stayed on the ground and watched him look around and think silently about all of the souls in the altar.

"Do you remember why you built this, yet used it?"

"No." My eyes scanned the perimeter of the underground chamber for future sacrifices.

"You did it because the more souls you absorb, the more knowledge and power you have. That's how you became queen."

"But, the scepture. I still couldn't hold it."

"I know. That's why I'm here."

All this time, I just realised that I had no idea who he truly was. M seemed to know more than his take on things, especially on me.

"Who are you?" I asked still unable to move a muscle.

The last thing I heard and saw was when he turned his back to me and slit his wrist on a rock and made the altar glow yet again.

"I am the son. The spirit and the holy ghost, the Devil himself."