I watch her. I am the shadows on her walls, the shadows in the halls, the wind whipping her hair violently, and the imaginary man that stands over her in her sleep. I cause her nightmares and drive her greatest fears. I watch her. I have watched her all her life.
Poor mortal, how could you have such power and not be aware. How could you be so stupid! How does my son love you, or is going to love you anyway. You are worthless. You do not deserve life. Your scent makes me sick and your sight makes me want to kill you. Yes, I want to kill you!
Long ago the first of your kind was born. One look at that hideous baby burned anger inside of me. I used to make him fear for his life, screaming in the night and begging to stay next to his mother. Oh how I tortured that boy, pretty much killed him myself. I should have killed him myself. He was just as stupid as you, didn't even know he had any power. He let himself die. My children, they killed off his protectors, such weak peasants of the sky. Oh how I have love in my black hole of a heart for my half hearted children I create. They have real power. I am especially proud of my recent three. I took my evil heart and split it into three to make them, my best creations yet. So smart, cunning, and demonic at times, they are.
I created two boys and a girl of my flesh. I call my little devils, Lina, Damien, and my worst, Seth. Together they have the power to kill off this horrid human race and start a world there own. Once they are ready, I will instill their powers within them. They shall be wise, much wiser than your kind, and far more powerful, and they shall cause this mortal world great pain. Oh and don't worry, little messenger, you shall die along with the mortals you wish to save.
I am watching you always. Once you get the first taste of your true being I will destroy you. At least I will let you go through the begining, for that's where the pain is, but no further than that. That's when you will try to use my children against me, but they are much to smart and fond of their natural evil hearts. I know you, perhaps, better than yourself. Just remember child, I am watching and I will have my day with you, just wait.
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The Messenger
ParanormalI press my lips hard against his, tasting his desire, his pain, his love, his confusion. At once I’m in two lives, two worlds, two places.