VAGUE

CHAPTER 9 (PART 1)

CHAPTER 9

-PART ONE-

-STORY OF TRES DIABLOS-

-MEETING THE QUEEN OF NIGHTMARES-

The angel of death comes for the wicked, for those who hurt others with cold indifference. She comes with fingers of knives to slice out the eyes that watched the horror and pain with such callous minds. And when she stands before the greedy, the false and mortal who crave power,

Blades ready

Tell them not to ask for pity, because to her, when she faces those who are so very evil, mercy means death. All she gives is a one-way ticket to face their own God. Tasked with lighting the way to the dimension the departing soul would be bound to for their next life. For a human soul there were infinite paths. She had never yet lost a charge to the emptiness, the vast pool of the other entities that vied to be a God, her channel, her connection to the earthlings, for all came from the human race in a time far into the future. All times were nothing but a vast puzzle to the only living deity, all of them important but not sequential in the way everyone experience them. She appeared as human as if she once was, ethereal yet almost tangible enough to feel. She radiated love, smiled and beckoned. She was quite simply the one no-one would run from but the one who could kill for you, she was the one to take them home, a place where they truly belong. Followed by a shadow, knew the time was near but couldn't accept it. Everyone dared not look at being itself but tried to figure it out slowly by taking in glimpses of its shadows. There it is like having a magnificent wing, huge and bird-like, extending from its back. Seeing its glowing eyes in the shadow.

Death was here

Someone was about to die.

"Penny for your thought young lady?"

"Fuck! You almost give me heart attack!" She hissed in between of each other, looking to the side where the voice belongs, it was Knight-Lock

"Hey! I just want to grab this mini opportunity to talk to you personally" he stated while his hands are on his pocket

"talk about what?" She curiously asks while looking at the window pane.

"I just want to say thank you"

"Thank you for what?" She answered back with a smile on her lips

"Thank you for saving my life, for being there when I needed someone to lean on" he stated putting his arms on her shoulders

"you don't have to, it's my duty to do so."

...

I pushed people away, either good or bad

I was fragile

Didn't deserve to hold me

Or try to Save me from the darkness I become

No one wasn't a superhero,

Took the rage I had, out on them like it was disaster

I wasn't healed

I was damaged

I project my pain towards them

I wasn't good for anyone

I couldn't even love myself

I had to let go a version of myself

I chased for love I never felt

I chased for someone I can't even have

I chased for my identity I never had

Louise was a great pub owner, a very good owner. Thought that was what got her industry huge. The highest paying club among town of Lurk. There was no way she was going to turn down either the money or the publicity. It was a well-known industry. One of the best that serves chocolate based rum. It had a modern vintage feel that was still connected to its Prohibition Roots. Louise could name almost every Famous pub played the business, and how their industries took off after serving the unique rum for a few weeks.