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Chapter 4: The Night Before, Many Miles Away In Rome

Author's Note: This chapter is kinda messed up. It does not involve the characters from the previous part of the story, I mixed it up a tad. This is when the plot starts to be revealed, mwahahahaha. Vote, comment, follow? Por favor <3

Contents may be a little disturbing, kinda. Depends on how you think. I watch A LOT of Indie Horror movies, so this is where my knowledge of scary movies comes into play. Enjoy ^.^

Neon.

Chapter 4

All there was, was blood.

Blood in his veins, blood on his hands, blood in his mouth. He craved it. He needed it.

His gods called to him and commended him. They ordered him to let the blood flow freely. If there was no death, no bloodshed, no massacre, his gods could not rise. Oh, how he wanted them to rise. He wanted them to walk beside him and enjoy this feeling of pure happiness with him. He knew that they approved. He knew it deep in his bones, in his heart. He knew it because they whispered their approval to him.

No. Stop this. This isn't you.

He merely smiled. The voice of his old self was only a murmur now. The other voices were louder, and they drowned his old self out. One more, they screamed, One more, my child.

"And then you will be with me?"

Yes, my son. We will rule the world. We will fill it with blood and madness, and you will rule with us.

"Immortal," He whispered, dropping to his knees in awe.

Immortal.

He smiled from ear to ear and stood. He stalked into his home- no, the home of the man he once was- and walked up the stairs to a little room to his left. He walked slowly and with anticipation, gripping his knife closely. He pushed the door open, rather enjoying the dramatic creaking sound that it made. He felt like a killer from a movie, but better. He had a purpose, a magnificent purpose.

The room...it smelled of strawberries...and fear. Intense, terrible fear. It was the room of a little girl. She couldn't have been more than seven, the decor proved it.

No, his old self screamed, not her. Anyone but her.

At the same exact moment, the other voices, the stronger ones, hissed, Her. She will be perfect. The final task. Her body will be the vessel in which you will be led. Drain her blood, but don't destroy her body.

No! The other voice roared.

The phantom that was him but was not him grinned wickedley. He stepped towards the little girl curled in a fetal position in the corner; her body shook with hopeless fragile sobs. When she heard him approach, she looked up. "No, bubby, please..."

For a split second, he winced. Some small part of him was still alive inside of him. That part ached so deeply because of what he was about to do. His little sister loved him so furiously; before this, he had been the father figure in her life. And now he was going to murder her.

"Bubby, please...please..." She begged, reaching up at the man who was no longer her brother.

He smiled, but it wasn't him. It was the entity inside his body that controlled him.

"This is you." The entity said aloud, "You wanted immortality."

Not this way, he cried, it's not worth it.

"Oh, but it is." The entity whispered.

No. It won't end this way.

"There's nothing you can do."

He could do something. He would. He mestered what strength he had left into what he did next. He didn't think about it, the entity would counteract if it he did. He threw himself to one side and yelled, "Run, Isabeau!"

His sister was not stupid, she ran.

No! The voices shrieked, Don't let her get away!

The entity scrambled to its feet and took off after her, but the man who rightfully owned the body did not make it easy. He made them stumbled into walls, he threw himself down the steps. He felt bones snap on ever impact, he felt the pain. It didn't matter, though. All that mattered was that his sister was gone by the time he reached the bottom.

Find her.

The entity nodded, but it never got off the floor.

No, it never even got to move towards the door. Using everything he could mester, absolutely everything that he had left, every little fiber of his being, he rose the knife to his throat and slid the blade across his skin. It didn't hurt. He felt nothing. The voices became silent, only the entity spoke, "You've ruined it." The voice was nothing but a gurgle, and it caused him to smile.

I ruined it. Slowly, the light in his eyes faded. He closed them. He was so happy. And then he was gone. He was welcomed into a sleep so deep that he could stay happily lost in it.

But his body didn't lie still for much longer. A gurgling, wet sound filled the air as the blood flowed back into his skin. The gory line on his neck closed and left ni sign that it had ever been there. The room was occupied by the sick sound of regeneration as bones snapped back into place with a horrible pop. Something else, something more sinister than the entity took root in his dead body.

No. What are you doing?! I am the owner of this body. Me! We're supposed to work together. The entity screeched, its words full of desperation.

The body stood up and straightened it clothing. "I've no need for you anymore." The voice was different. More gravely. "I will bring forth the rest of your gods into this world."

The entity screamed a loud, piercing scream that could have easily shattered glass, had it been audible.

Alas, it was minute. Unimportant. The evil that inherited the body merely pushed the entity away and into another plain- a place where the dead would exact their revenge. As for the human, the evil god plucked his soul out of the darkness and placed it back into his body. He could not llive without a human soul inside of him.

"Hello." The evil god greeted. "You were not the body I was hoping to inhabit, seen as how you pulled that little last minute stunt." He sighed, "But I will have to settle for you. That little sacrifice- killing yourself, I mean- has made it possible for me to arise. Thank you, my friend. But for now, get comfortable. You are not allowed to rest yet. Our work...has only begun."

The only thing the human could do...was cry.