"It is from sin that we were cursed, and from repentance that we were made."
I was told to never forget those words. It was my mother who said them. When she was still alive, she had these rare moments of sanity when she sat me and my sister down for a storytelling of sort - a reminding.
To be honest, it's been years since I thought of her. But I don't feel guilty. There's just so much I'd rather not remember, so I choose not to. She's gone anyway. She's gone, and I'm forced to live the life she left behind - chained to the same fate.
Ever since I could remember, the sole purpose of my existence has been to serve, just like hers was. I was supposed to be the bringer of salvation - the so-called front line crusader of good. I fight the evil no human being should ever face, and risk my life trying to cleanse the earth everybody else walked on.
I protect them from the shadows. Give them another chance to do better.
I am a servant - a scapegoat.
There is nothing I could do to change who I am. It is punishment for the past. A punishment there seems to be no end to.
I am no different from all those cursed into the same recurring nightmare before me. But whereas they chose to sacrifice themselves - their future, their happiness, their love - out of selfless dedication to a people who never learn from their mistakes, I will choose differently.
These people did nothing to deserve my loyalty. They lied to me - betrayed me. They deceived me into thinking they cared about my well-being, when in fact all they cared about was saving everybody else.
Everybody else but me.
It doesn't matter if I die. It doesn't matter if I lose myself to the insanity. Once I'm gone, they would just move on to the next version on me.
I am disposable.
There's no reason for me to continue living my life for them. Nothing holding me back from taking back control of my existence.
There are always two sides to every battle. And I may not be able to change who I am, but I will choose which side I fight for.
They turned their back on me first.
Perhaps it's time that I turn mine.
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A/N: First of all, thank you so much for giving the story a chance. ^__^
Please, please let me know what you think. :>
This is actually me completely reinventing my other story - On the Far Side of Damnation.
Something is definitely wrong with it, but I really don't want to give up on the whole concept.
Hopefully, this will be a better version (even changed the title haha). :>
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Horror"It is from sin that we were cursed, and from repentance that we were made." --xx-- Adelaide comes from a family of exorcists who has the unusual ability to use their own bodies as temporary vessels to contain demons prior to their banishment back t...
