Wormwood is a Jewish male who was born in Trier Germany 1467. He was born and raised a single son in a Jewish community with his mother and father. His childhood was simple. consisted of an average life until he had a spin with death falling ill wit...
Wormwood: a state or source of bitterness or grief.
Joy was far out of reach for the ten-year-old boy known as Wormwood. Well, kids his age would be galavanting the streets and enjoying the company of others he was laying on his death bed. Mother and father were both at his side as his stomach hurt terribly. His back was numbed in an arched position for if he laid straight, the pain would cause him to only scream in agony. Variola or otherwise known as smallpox had infected his body, deadly and feared at the time, the sickness spreading throughout him like a wildfire. They knew today would be the last for their son. Abrahams' eye's naturally teared up well he watched Wormwood roll onto his side curling in a small ball. Vomit forcing its way from his mouth leaving a mess of stomach acids on their stone floor. The sight simply broke his father's heart as his mother could barely think to look. Both parents lost in emotion only in the blink of an eye to be taken from this world, from their hearts! It was a day no parent had ever wished to see. Their poor son. Wormwood had shaken his last breath left to the darkness of the afterlife. "Mama? Baba?" The white haired boy whimpered in the darkness, surrounded by nothing by an abyss of black. He found tears dripping down his cheeks as he felt so cold, his hands shaking and his eyes bloodshot from such sad emotions. "Vere are you, Mama? Bapa? It's lonely here; dark. Vy haffe you left me? MAMA! BAPA!? I don't vant to pe alone!" He cried in utter fear. His cheeks left with red streaks as his nostrils leaked thick lines of snot causing him to sniffle. No light could pierce this dark, none but his. a single fire seemed to walk towards him, it was none but a friendly looking flame. Wormwood's tear filled eyes caught sight of the sight and eminently ran, as fast as he could towards the item thinking it could possibly lead him home? Maybe it was his parents had lit a torch coming to find him.
"Baba? Is zat you? Is it you mama?" His voice squeaked beneath unpleasant gasps of sadness. The orb of flame simply laughed as it came closer to the German boy. "No, I am not you mom, nor dad. Younge Wormwood." The orb seemed to purr. If it had any sort of facial features other than that of a blank slate it most certainly would be grinning madly. Wormwoods emerald hues fell sad again as the hope in the orb had only shattered like glass all around him. "V-vere are mein Mama and Bapa? Vere am I?" Wormwood's crying seemed to worsen. The orb appeared to scoff at such emotion from the child. "My dear boy, illness had taken your body to yet another realm, and God has let you slip from his fingertips, you are mine, my child, till the world crumbles into nothingness, you will be mine....unless." The ball of flame trailed off and glared down at the boy; its flames popping as embers crackled and fell into the nothingness of this domain. "U-unless? Unless vat?" Wormwood seemed to squeak as he sniffled more rubbing the snot from his nose onto the top of his tiny hand. His eyes calming as the orb may have suggested a new found hope. "Unless you do exactly as I say, and if you promise to do so, I will send you back to the living into your mother and fathers sweet arms, healthy as can be." The orb cooed. This orb had none but a wickedness written all over each cracking flame it was made from; though Wormwood being too young to fully understand the teachings of the church he had no clue he had fallen into the clutches of the devil himself.
"P-Bleaze chust, I vant to pe vith Mama and Baba. Ach ! Zat's all I don't vant to pe alone here. I vant to zee zem akain." Wormwood gasped as tears streamed more down his cheeks and he whined looking to the orb made from flame in desperation to return to his home, to his mom and dad. Wormwood wanted to rest in their loving arms, and he only wanted to be well again. Lucifer seemed to purr emitting vibrations all around the boy as he would look at him with wide eyes and fear to return to his loved ones. "You must turn your back on God, and the Jewish faith young one, for if you enter a church you will be driven through a mind numbing pain. Your life will be everlasting, and death, not sickness will befall your body no more, you will be mine, but living and death will never knock on your door." His words flowed like that of a rhyme though it would only be a curse for the young one.
The boy stared up at the glowing orb and he simply looked confused not quite understanding what the creature had meant by 'death will never knock on your door' He only tilted his head and hummed in thought. He quietly whined looking to the orb. He wanted to be with his mother and father once more. His heart ached as a young boy striving for his parent's affection and love; he felt so cold here in this darkness. A child's mind could easily be manipulated by being offered fond things. Wormwood balled his hands into tiny fists as his hands were so small.
"Ja, I vill do vadeffer you zay. CHust bleaze let me ko home to Mama and Baba." Wormwood looked to the devil with eyes filled with determination his white hair falling in front of his face as he held out a hand. Lucifer snickered as the orbs flame started to burn away and a man seemed to take shape from the falling embers of the previous flame. This man had ram horns emerging from its long black hair, its body naked exposing its sinful self. Lucifer's eyes were nothing but blackness as they peered down at him and a devious smile showed his razor sharp teeth. "Then it's a deal little boy~" He purred and took hold of Wormwood's tiny hands. He only now realized what he had done. He had cursed himself and fallen into a deal with the devil himself. Heart racing as his skin burned in the devils grasp. "F-Forgiffe me Mama, Baba!" He cried out in fear of the man before him. Screaming until his mind fell blank and into none but darkness once more.
Moments later Wormwoods eyes would flicker open and a soft groan emulated from his throat. The taste of stomach acid coated his tongue as he swished it around his mouth, and aginst his cheeks. "M-Mama?.....Baba?...." Wormwood spoke weakly as he smiled lightly seeing them. When they heard their child's voice they were overjoyed; they tightly hugged their boy, as they could have sworn their precious Wormwood had passed. Why he was back they did not care, but now that he was, they never wanted him to go.
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Wormwood: "The third angel sounded his trumpet, and a great star, blazing like a torch, fell from the sky on a third of the rivers and on the springs of water- the name of the star is Wormwood. A third of the waters turned bitter, and many people died from the waters that had become bitter." (Rev 8:10-11)
