Legion--The Story of Eve Black

Chapter 1: Call in the High Priest

"She's becoming aware," Hassatan hisses, staring at the portal. He makes his way to the screen, being watched by all his brethren. This was an emergency meeting at the Temple; it was common these days now that the Church was getting more and more threats. "She needs to be destroyed."

He watches the dancing images, getting filled with anger. The girl was a mistake. She was never supposed to be born. She was an inbreed of snakes and doves, not human.

He pitied the mortals, he pitied them so very much. They had no idea the afterlife was nothing but slavery and ruins. The idiotic humans worshipped and praised the gods as though they were saviors, but they were more like a group of succubi.

Hassatan watches the young girl, watching her rebellious nature taking over her. He knew why she was the way she was: she was the tie between the two worlds.

The crooked, old man cringes at her, taking in her disgusting features. Her ebony hair, thick eyeliner, and heart-shaped face was everything beautiful a mortal would want. After all, she was created by the god who once ruled over this barren wasteland.

In the land of F.E.A.R. and religion, there once reigned a supreme and lawful god. He was caring and ultimate, the creator of all. No one hardly remembers his name, for it was many centuries ago when F.E.A.R. took over. The god's subjects rebelled against him, getting angry that he had power over all. Once he was overthrown, the people needed order; they needed government. So they voted all as one, and created the Church of F.E.A.R. They were For Every and All Religion.

Little was known to the public about F.E.A.R.'s true intentions. The council and the soldiers wanted to be gods--they wanted power. They enslaved all of the dead, taking over their souls and making them live the afterlife in poverty.

For the councilmen and rulers--preachers and priests--everything was grand. They had stupid subjects who bowed to them, listening to their every demand, afraid they will suffer a fate much like their old god if they didn't.

But the prisoners, subjects, and townsfolk, did not have a great view on life. They always fixated their lives around one goal: not dying again.

In this land, the afterlife, you were immortal, a soul on fire. But if the government wishes you dead, they had every right to silence your body forever.

Hassatan licks his lips, getting worried about the girl and her hidden powers. She was already having visions, nightmares, and voices pop into her head. She would wake immediately from her sleep, snatching her notebook in the wee hours of the morning, and begin to draw. She'd be very specific with detail, drawing sketches of what looked like soldiers, council meetings, and loyal subjects. But what really intrigued him, was the man she'd draw at least once a week. When she'd wake with a smile on her face, they knew she saw the man. She would proceed to draw him out in various positions. She would pair the drawings with mysterious quotes he was reportedly saying, such as, "I am The Prophet, and I will overcome," and "We are The Wild Ones. Our church exists in the name of the passed gods."

This, undoubtedly, made the man angry. The girl was to be F.E.A.R.'s, and not a toy for rebellion.

Eve Black was her name. A silly, childish name given to her at birth. She was conceived from true love, grace, and beauty--by the old god.

You see, when the old god was overthrown, he was smiling at his subjects, willing to forgive, but they casted him off in a flurry of anger and vengeance. The god spoke to his children with a kind heart: "There will be a savior one day, my children. She will connect the two worlds and bind them as one universe. Her name shall be Evelyn Black. Use her well, for she will be your ticket out of a wasteland, or back on the never-ending road of suffering. She is your last chance."