Seed of Sin

Chapter 3 - Inheritance

I don't know what happened to my parents. I don't know where they are, I don't know if they are alive, I don't even know what they look like. I know only two things about each of them. My father's name was Kelestral, and he was an angel. My mother's name was Elysia, and she was not.

The eternal sun sat at the pinnacle of Heaven. I knew that if I followed it, it would lead me to the City of Angels. What waited for me there, however, I did not know, but what choice did I have? Try my luck at surviving my maturation without the waters, or fight my way through the city for my life. Choosing between my luck and my skill is an easy decision for me any day. If I was lucky, I wouldn't be in this situation.

I have been having visions more often than before. When I pray, they come to me. I see figures, blurred, shadowy. Sometimes I hear whispers, other times screams. Sometimes I see darkness, other times, explosions of light. I can't control my body yet I find myself moving. It is chaos. I feel everything around me happening so quickly.  Above it all, though, I aalways hear one thing. A whisper, in the most majestic, pitiful voice.

"Daevon."

I turned around quickly. I was alone, yet it sounded so real. I turned back towards the sun and began running. It might have been in my head, or I might have not actually been alone. It makes sense for the city to have been built in the center of Heaven, not to act as some sort of capital, but for safety. The eternal sun never moves, so naturally, the farther away land is from the sun, the darker it was. The darker the land, the darker its inhabitants. There are some areas of Heaven where the holy light has never touched. Only legends have told of the horrors infecting the edges of Sanctuary, legends I have had the priveledge of slaying.

None of the angels in the city know of the horrors. Sure there are stories, but seeing these monstrosities first hand... They call me an abomination. The angels have grown weak, reliant on their walls, on their light. They know nothing of the darkness, they know nothing of the pain. They will know soon. I have been forged in the darkness. After seventeen years, I am coming for them.

I began to remember the first time I encountered an angel. I can recall every single detail. It was all seared into my memory. His shining silver armor, ornate gold lining, deep white eyes, long ashen hair. Then, there were his wings. Powerful, expansive, enveloping, they looked as though they could swallow him whole, this seven foot tall god. They were pure white without a single blemish. Staring at them would make one blind. I was in awe.

-Fuck-

I was too caught up in my thoughts. I was too late. I spun around just to face the fiend stabbing me. A being made of darkness. I looked at him, yet it was like I wasn't looking at him. He was a creature that seemed to always be just out of my sight as if he was in the corner of my eye, yet I couldn't be facing him any more. I can't quite describe what I saw or didn't see. It had the form of a man, but it could shift into any shape. The creature's arm was shaped like a blade, and it bore it into my chest.

I looked down at the wound, my lifeforce shining brightly, leaking slowly. I looked back at the creature, just stared at his black head, no face, no expression, yet it seemed to be looking at me. I put my right hand onto my sword handle, and sliced off his extremity lodged into my chest. My sword went through his arm as if it were air, and the sword in me disappated.

He didn't move at all. It was as if I hadn't even touched him, as if he didn't even know I was there. His arm was completely severed and disappated, yet he just stood there, seemingly observing me. I stared back at him, the tip of my blade resting in the ground. We stared blankly, then slowly, he cocked his head to the right. His arm quickly reformed and it went straight through my chest again in the exact same place. It was as if it had never been removed. I suddenly couldn't breathe. I sliced it off then leaped backwards away from him.

"What the fuck is this..." I thought to myself. The creature still stood completely still, again without an arm. It then cocked its head to the left, and suddenly his arm reappeared, but this time it was longer, like a needle, and still went through my chest the exact same way. I screamed in pain. I cut his arm again, and fell to one knee. I looked to the ground and grabbed my chest with my right hand. It hurt. More than anything, it hurt. He was ripping through my soul.

I looked up at him. "What the fuck are you?!?" I screamed at him. There was no response. I dropped my head, and just stared at the ground. My lifeforce was slipping in between my fingers. I watched the light drip off of my hand into a puddle beneath me.

"-Agh-" I began to let out another yell, but I couldn't. The spear arm came through the ground this time, and went through my hand and through the same spot in my chest at the same angle for a fourth time. I looked up at the figure, the rest of my body paralyzed, and he was gone. I looked back at the ground, and slowly the figure's head rose out of the ground from the same place his arm came from. Desperity filled my eyes.

Light began flowing out of my hand and chest profusely, coloring the ground with fragments of my soul. I felt myself fading. I wasn't even going to make it to my Eve.

My white eye lit up. I lost control of my body. Every part of me began to shine brightly, and my wounds shone even brighter than the eternal sun. The light ahnihilated the shadowfiend's arm. I grabbed the creature's head with my right hand, no longer pinned to my chest but with a gash through it. It shined brighter than ever before, and I lifted the monster out of the ground. It had no face, no expression, but I could tell it was scared, I could feel its fear. I blinked, and the light coming out of my eye and wounds intensified, and the shadow creature let out a demonic screech. It burned away under my hand. My light faded, and when it did, I found myself fully healed.

I don't remember my parents at all. I know almost nothing about them, yet they've affected me so much. They gave me life, crafted my soul with pieces of their own. I would be nothing without them, yet I can't even picture their faces. I guess none of that matters now, because what matters is now. I feel the change approaching. Everyday I feel stronger, but I am losing control. I do not have much longer. What happened with my parents, what happened with me, none of that matters. The only things that matters is what I've inherited, not their souls, but their fight.