Zene Oneshots

The Doll

The curse would last forever.

The door to the dark room creaked open slowly, as if whoever, or whatever, on the other side was having second thoughts on what they were doing. A small arm reached into the room, holding a dimly lit candle that smelled pleasantly of vanilla. The door opened fully, revealing a small boy, who looked around his early teenage years. In his right hand he clutched the candle, and in the other arm was a doll.

Come closer...

Zane began walking into the room, until he stopped in front of a black line. The line curved upwards, and so the not extended his arm more. The black line shaped into a circle, making a star in the middle with a pentagon in the very center. The entire thing looked upsidedown, though.

The door behind him slammed shut, and the embers from the candle went out. The room became still and frighteningly cold within just seconds, but Zane... liked it. He liked how cold it was, and he liked the feeling of someone, or something, rubbing his back. It was welcoming, in a sick and twisted way.

"I'm not afraid," Zane whispered to the room. "I know I should be, but I'm not. I... I want to see you.."

A long period of silence passed, before the hairs on the back of Zane's neck stood on end. Yes, this was a warning.

Someone was behind him.

"You're not afraid? After all that I have done to this world and what I have taken from you!?" A deep, demonic voice demanded in his ear.

"Of course I'm not," Zane answered. "I want to see you."

The demon behind him chuckled a bit, before the room began to light up. Candles that were mounted on the walls were starting to light, masking the room more visible.

The walls were a blank white, with splatters of dried up blood covering them. The walls were dusty, with holes in them that were probably loaded with the nests of numerous insects. Wooden crosses were nailed onto the walls, turned upside down for the demon that inhabited the home. The cadavers of Zane's friends and family were strewn about, some hanging from the ceiling, while others were nailed to the walls. In the center of the room was an upside down pentagram, one made from blood, the blood of the ones Zane called his brothers.

Zane turned around, only to be met by the demon who had started all of this; the Shadow Lord. (The one that got created from the Heart of Darkness in Diaries Season 3)

"Zane..." The Shadow Lord breathed, his voice rumbling in his throat. "That's a nice doll you have there..."

"Isn't it?" Zane asked, looking at the face of the doll.

"Does it have a name?" The demon asked.

"Gene," Zane answered with a smile.

The Shadow Lord was silent for a moment, before he groaned loudly. Zane looked up at his face, before he noticed someone behind him.

"Who's that?" Zane asked the demon, holding Gene closer.

The Shadow Lord looked behind him, before an actual smile formed onto his face. It wasn't the crazy, bloodthirsty smile of evil that Zane was used to, but a smile that showed happiness and compassion.

"Irene," The Shadow Lord greeted.

Zane had read about Lady Irene in his bibles and stories, but he never thought he'd get to see the real her. Looking around Shad, Zane nearly screamed at what he saw.

Irene's eyes were entirely different colors; the right one being a black hole with blood running down to her chin, the left one being like a vibrant purple crystal had taken its place. Her wings were torn up, the white feathers stained black with more of the purple crystals growing in them. Darkness wrapped around her arms, narrow fingers with razor sharp claws at the ends. Her dress was torn up, splatters of black forming and shifting on the bodice and skirt, and studded with the same purple crystals. A long slice ran down the center of her torso, and another went horizontally across her stomach, forming an upside down cross. An aura of darkness surrounded her, and her expression was far from friendly.

Irene said nothing to Shad, and she didn't even acknowledge Zane's existence. She just stared at the Shadow Lord for a long, silent moment before she disappeared.

"What was that...?" Zane asked finally, turning to look at Shad.

"Zane, I'm sorry...." Shad apologized, not meeting his eye.

"Sorry...? Sorry for what?" He asked.

"Irene has sealed your fate. It's time for you to go," Shad answered.

Before Zane could respond, a horrible cracking sound was heard. Zane's now limo and lifeless body dropped to the floor, sprawling out in the pentagram. Shad stared sat him for a moment, feeling a familiar emptiness inside of him. Where had he felt that before?

He did notice something with Zane's doll, Gene, however.

It was... moving!?

When Zane had fallen, the eyes of his doll closed. Now, the doll was shaking a bit.

Then they opened.

Gene looked around for Zane's killer, but Shad had disappeared. His head turned, and he raised his arm. Placing his hand on Zane's broken neck, he whispered something to him, hoping he would hear.

"I'm sorry I couldn't save you..."