Legion--The Story of Eve Black

Chapter 9: The Immolator's Prophecy

Eve walks from the chapel, believing in her god; her father. For sure, he was telling the truth. She was to arrive in the afterlife: safe and sound. There was absolutely not a single doubt in her mind telling her that this could be a lie. The girl--whilst in distress--was fooled. She would believe in anything as long as it was tangible and achievable.

Eve turns to the left, spying the infamous white light at the end of the tunnel. It was coming towards her--at least it seemed to be--as she walked near it. It was so angelic and white--so blinding and beautiful--that she had to place her hand on her forehead, wishing for the light to vanish.

Little did she know, this portal was going to take her to an afterlife full of bloody battles and endless suffering.

Without any further doubting, she approaches the light. She becomes engulfed in the light; much like a flame would do to her skin, her body begins to grow hot and tingly. It was as if she was on fire. She spoke no words and uttered no cries towards the horrible pain, and only fixated her mind on what was to supposedly come: nirvana.

When her surroundings become clear and her body rematerializes, she stands in front of a ghastly temple, shuddering at the height of the building. She was in a desert, and a city was to the left of the building. She recognized the building from drawings The Prophet had shown her when she was dreaming. The city, though, was new. The small neophyte--knowing nothing of this new dimension--walks out further in the desert. She swears she remembers The Prophet residing in a city just to the south of the entrance. She was going to help him win the war; she was going to be a rebel at his side.

"Eve," a voice coos.

She ignores it, believing the strong desert wind is playing tricks in her ears.

The voice booms: "Eve!" The girl now knows this was not a trick of the wind. "Evelyn, sweetheart!"

She twists her body, hearing the man call her name. She knew that voice. She knew that tongue's lisp. She sees him, and he smiles brightly. Her body convulses, not believing she is seeing him in the flesh. "Prophet?"

He is about to run over and greet her when a shadow cascades over her and the man. The Wild Ones surrounding him scream and shield their eyes; the church leaders get frantic, pulling out weapons; The Prophet shakes, ejaculating--

"EVE! NO!"

Before she has time to react--before she has time to turn around and defend herself--the soldier's staff slams inside her torso. She falls to the ground, hearing both angry and desperate screams come from the people witnessing her death. She hears the soldier laugh menacingly as she looks up to find The Prophet. He is not weeping; he is fetching his sword: angered.

Her body dissipates from the afterlife, and she wonders if she is completely dead this time. She transitions layers of existence, not landing in the mortal world, the afterlife, or the space-time continuum: she lands in the highest plane.

"Hello, Eve," calls Jophiel.

"Look, father," soothes another voice, "it is my other half."

Eve looks behind her, spying the physical incarnation of Jophiel. He had no skin tone: he was the color of water. In his hands was a ball of light, the only source of light in this room full of void.

The Duplicate smiles, spying her other half. She was much more easygoing and kindhearted than Eve. "Jophiel, look. She is just as pretty as I."

"What am I doing here?" she questions. "And what is the light in your hand?"

"My darling," he smiles, letting go of the ball (it levitates just fine), "that is the universe."

She stares at the ball, spying the cosmos flashing. It truly was the universe. Then, where was she? If not the universe, was she on a godly plane? "Where am I?"