Warping to Destiny - A Supernatural FanFiction

Chapter 44 - Parable of the Paintings

Katie's POV

At six we all gathered in the kitchen, and Maggie and I laid out a buffet of cold cuts, veggies, sauces and dips, and several types of breads, and had everyone make their own plates. Thomas said they had decided to leave the next day and had made travel arrangements. I said I would be sorry to see them go, and I meant it. They were delightful company.

Maggie and the boys, along with our guests went to the viewing room to wait for me to return from my talk with Eric, and I left to set things up on the other side.

Mom wasn't home, and Dad, though he said he was happy to see me, complained about all the times I was asking for the car to be kept at home. I apologized and said I didn't think I would have to do that much longer. I was beginning to wish they had put the portal somewhere else, like maybe in my own car?

I got everything set up to go and then waited on pins and needles until eight, and I dialed Eric's Number. He answered again on the first ring. "Don't talk, just listen. I'm assuming you are taping this, which is fine, but I will say what I have to say, and will not answer questions. Understood?"

"Yes," I said.

"I'm going to tell you a story," he said. "Once upon a time there were two artists, a very talented and magical couple. They discovered that when they painted pictures together, the subjects could come to life, and could carry out their own talents, which the couple had given to them while painting."

"For example, once they painted a potter, and the potter came to life and made the most beautiful pottery on his wheel. Another time they painted a musician, and he came to life and made the most beautiful music anyone had ever heard. But the lives that came from the paintings did not last long."

"But the paintings of the couple got better and better, and the subjects lasted longer and longer, until one day they said to each other, let us paint a child, and that child shall be ours forever, and shall have many talents, and shall be beautiful."

"So they worked very hard and very long, and they did, indeed, create a painting of a child that was beautiful, and who had many talents. They even gave the gift of creation to the child. And the child became real, and grew, and became so beautiful that to look upon him was almost heartbreaking.
And they loved this child with all their hearts. But although the couple tried very hard, it was impossible to cover everything that could possibly be given to the child, and as the child grew they realized that in some ways he was flawed. They had given him the gift of creation, but they did not think to put any boundaries on it. And the child created evil things as well as good ones. In fact, they realized that this child had a cruel streak, and took pleasure in the pain of others."

"It had never occurred to them that this could happen unless they painted it out. So the couple decided they would paint a second child, but they would learn from their mistakes. They would put boundaries on the abilities, so the child had them to a lesser degree. They would put peace and love in the heart of this child, so there would be no cruelty. And they loved this child more than the other."

"So it came to pass that the eldest child became jealous of the younger, because the artists loved him best. And he created such things that were ugly, and that hunted down the creations of the younger child, and destroyed them."

"So once again, the couple went to the canvas, and painted identical playgrounds for each child, and gave them to the children, and they put a veil of energy between them, so they would be separated. The youngest child made many beautiful things, and some not so beautiful, but only through unintentional mistakes. This child created many playmates to be with him in his playground, playmates who loved him more than anything, and who obeyed his every command."