Phoenix

Chapter Two: Immortality

After several exhausting but not so bad at the same time hours, It's finally the end of my first day at work. Feeling pleased with the way today has turned out, I plan to get home as fast as I can to star reading my brand new journal. At least this time, Dempsey, gave me a exciting present that I'm looking forward to read. I grab my bag and leave as soon as Dempsey says "Have a good night, Elle". Stopping by the cafe, I grab a shot of coffee to start my weekend reading. I rush to my place as fast as I can and when I finally arrive I start to make myself some dinner, shower, feed Milo and start my new obsessive reading.

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It was the winter of sixteen ninety one and I was brought to caribbean island by the man who made me, if a man it's what you call it. I wake up in the middle of the most turbulent night of my entire existence. Wondering where I was I try to stand up on my own feet but my legs didn't feel like my legs anymore. My entire body felt hosted. Looking around trying to recognize my surroundings I find a painting of myself and that's when I realized I was being trapped. Terrifying me from behind, the same man comes out greeting me and congratulating me for making it this far. When he calls me by name, Killian, I started questioning him of who he was and if I ever knew him but his only response was that he was unknowable by nature but that I may call him Samael. I let him know that I am a lord of a great manor and that my men would not hesitate to send an army to look for me. He doubted my statement calling me Lord de Asmodeus and that I was a long way from home. The terrifying storm started to act out and Samael started getting close to me in a very sensual but at the same time frighting way. I started running as fast as I could but what I finally turn around he was already on top of his prey. He grabbed my neck and bit me hard, drinking my blood. He was weakening every second but he finally stopped when I closed my eyes. Just in seconds foreign words started coming out of his mouth, words that I could not understand. Words that I only knew they were ancient. I open my weakened eyes as he tells me that he chose me to be his companion, his apprentice, and I like a fool started to believe him. A pain from the place he has taken my blood start to build and voices started to host me brain. A curse. Samael listens to my sorrows and tells me that everything would be fine and that I only need to drink his blood so my truest, mutant self can be born. As uncanny as may be, I surrendered to my lord and drank enjoyably. As my entire body started to learn how to survive at the succulent blood, I started to feel mighty. Samael begged me to stopped but I did not listened and kept going. Fire stated to rise and in a blink of an eye Samael pulled me away leaving me the desire of wanting more. From that moment on I felt invincible, I felt that the entire world was under my now powerful feet. Suddenly my body started to burn, ashes flying from within and fury started to rise. Samael tells me that I should not me afraid, only my body dies but the inner mutant in me rises. He calls me Phoenix. The voices inside my brain stop while I gain back control of my temple and the new powers that I have discovered. I get up looking directly at Samael and from that moment on I knew exactly his intensions. 

I impressed my maker with my desire for things. He set out to educate me in the unknown. Taught me all about the world. . . It's hidden history and about myself. Phoenix as he has called me before, I was and he treated me like it. I learned about my powers and that I was uniquely fierce. He explained that the only way I could make more of my kind is if I feed into people that I knew had the same quality as me on the inside, trapped and waiting to be released. Samael was not like me at all and perhaps that is the reason why he was obsessed with me. Samael had the powers of darkness and shadow. I, myself, owned the light. Fire. The force. My senses run amok like a newborn child and as for my new powers I was beside myself with the pleasure of it all. I grew eager for everyone to acknowledge my new identity and understood that as powerful and immortal as we are we should walk fearless in the open. Samael, of course, did not agree. You see, Samael expressed that we could not open ourselves to no one. They'd would fear us and cast us out. I could never know a woman. I could never start a family of my own. I could never be known. I must be dead to the world. I did not understand and went for the world anyway and discovered the passion of violin alongside a beautiful woman but the heat lasted for only second until they found out my identity and killed her. That was the beginning of a lifetime of self loathing. The faces of my victims haunted me reminding me of my fate. For nights and days I played, furious that I will never again be part of the simple satisfactions of the world. I was meant for more than this. 

One cold night I understood what I was really made for when I discovered a statue on Samael's hidden vault. A woman that would change my views forever. I felt her presence and breath calling my name and I grew eager to find out where it came from. There she was, stunning statue of a woman that I did not recognized. I started playing my violin knowing that I needed the practice for one day play in front of a soul. Unexpected, the statue moved when I hit my last tone. confused I stated searching for an answer and kept getting closer to it and that's when I realized that it was alive. I got closer to her and realized that she even had veins and started drinking it. My powers started to rise the fire within. I felt the heat, ashes, I was invincible but suddenly I could remember nothing. As I awake, Samael has already found me, warning me that I must go back down the vault, again. I describe that her blood was a passionate fire that I must experience again. I ask him who she was and he explained that she is our creator. A witch who only desire is to feed on out mutant souls to become more powerful herself. He called her Salem. Samael notice immediately how powerful she has turned me even more by how my eyes turned out that night. Red, like fire. I understood that she has chosen me for a reason. 

As I woke from a unexpected nightmare I called Samael but he was already gone taking the one true meaning of my existence with him. Many times since I have called him but there was no answer. Just the endless procession of days and months ,even years. My Teacher left me to my darkest lesson: That in the end, we're alone and there is nothing but the lonely, dark wasteland of eternity. 

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As I close the journal that has captivated my life and my way of thinking of the world adding human kind forever, I can't believe what I just read. I look out my bedroom window and the streets are dark and quiet but the emptiness that I once felt inside screaming was gone. 

After an hour and a half of walking around my condo and processing information, I finally reached the point of maybe this is all a fantasy story that probably Dempsey made me read so I wouldn't feel strange or out of place anymore. As I open my bedroom door and reach my laptop from underneath my bed, something told me that I needed to google Killian de Asmodeus but there was no luck. I also started searching for Samael but that name only lead me to the definition of the angel of death and seduction. Many questions and doubts started to storm my brain but there was no luck of finding the answer to my questions. Instead of comforting me, the journal made me eager to know what happened after Killian and Samael part their ways. What kind of life they are living now? Are they alive only in this journal? Is it real? Is it fake? The questions started bombarding me until the light of day. I already knew what I needed to do. I need to find the answers to my questions and only Dempsey is able to fulfill my needs.

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Picture: Elena Grey 

Actress: Holland Roden