MALEDICTION (2)
There was once a time in this world were some humans possessed divine miracles from the gods above, and dubbed it sorcery. The ability to manipulate and control any and all forms of matter in whichever way they deemed important. While at first it was important for their survival, it got to a point where they would use their sorcery to benefit themselves, as only a select few had that ability.
However, in the coming years all this changed. Now anyone can wield these divine miracle in the palms of their hands. Now this gift wasn't bestowed to them by the gods, but by the woman in white, the evangelist. With this, a horde of demons also flooded the land, the night of malediction is what they called it.
But with the new understanding humans have gained, they are able to surpass what was deemed as impossible. To understand a world that was greater than their own. Not only that, but now they had the means to reach that realm.
"What?" Gil woke up with a start. His head sweaty, his eyes watery and his mouth dry. He sat up in his small wet corner and hummed a sweet tune. One that they used to hum back in the fields. I suppose it is ironic how, how he worked so hard to escape those chains, yet now he found himself back in them.
He continued to hum, the tune of his dead tribe. His dead clan. And maybe even soon, his dead race.
'You too could reach that realm now.'
A voice, a melodic one. One that commanded power, one that commanded respect and nothing less than what it wanted. The voice of a woman, but not any of the women he knew. This one was different, it carried with it an air of arrogance. Power hungry, but no bloodthirst, that thirst had been quenched long ago. 'God?'
'God, no, far above that actually. Far beyond human application, far above any divine gift.'
He thought he was dreaming, but apparently the voices in his head.
'You did good Gill." This was another one, 'That bastard deserved to die, along with all our dreams and hope.'
Gil said nothing, rather, he leaned against the cold cobblestone. It began with a chuckle, a soft one, it then grew to a laugh. A maniacal one, he saw himself, the puddles forming at his feet. A boy who had not only lost his way, but also his mind in the process.
'You avenged me, all of us who died underneath him.'
"Catherine?"
'And its not just me, we are all here.'
"All?"
Gil couldn't see them, but heard all their voices speaking as one. He breathed in heavily, no shame in his heart, just relief for a dear friend to be avenged.
"Can you rest In peace?" He asked, that's all he needed to know--
'No!' They all said in unison.
"What?"
'How can we, when they still wear robes of white and walk among us? They who treated us as pigs. No, we say, no more!'
"But… what can I do, I can't fight."
"Then just kill them." In front of his jail cell was a girl. Jet black hair, ice blue eyes, peach pink lips, curled eyebrows, white dress, bare feet.
"Kill them?"
"Yes, kill them, there is no point of you wasting your time wallowing in self pity, now is there?"
"But… even if I wanted to… how could I?" He curled himself into a little ball. HE couldn't save his clan from being beaten and sold off, his parents from burning along with the wooden house they called a church. All of it burnt down, right before him, before all of them.
The children he knew when he was young, but a small boy in a big world. A pond fish forced to swim in the ocean.
'You know your true intentions, don't live for someone else's'
Justine's words echoed within the vast chambers of his heart. What were his true intentions? Joining the church, become close to the bishop, inherit that position, then take back what was his.
"It felt good didn't it?" The girl asked, "Having power of the one man you despised with all your heart. Taking back the freedom, cutting the chains, seeing him suffer. Trust me, I know the feeling, I've done once before. All for my ambition."
Gil struggled getting up, leaning against the wall, his body had degraded over the course of a few days in that dungeon. His ribs were showing, and his eyes were red.
"I can make you a god, I can give you one of my many divine blessings."
"Devine blessings?"
"Yes, I will give you sorcery."
"Sorcery." His mind flashed back to the knight that day,
'Well, maybe it because magic and sorcery are beginning to be such a common thing nowadays'
'Is this what he meant?'
Powerlessness, that's all he ever had to offer to this world. He couldn't even save the one girl who brought life into his world from an old man with wrinkles.
Disgusting. All the while he lived a better life than all those around him. And yet he could do nothing, but now. But now, he would take the offer.
"What do I have to give in return?" An offer like this was too good to be true, at the very least if he was selling his soul he would like to know.
"See to it that he is free, then your dept will be paid." She stretched out her hand. "Do we have a deal."
"Who?"
"You will know in due time, now hurry child."
He took a big gulp and stretched out his thin arms, he could just barely get them to closed. But when he did, his strength returned to him. His muscles returned to his bones as his bloodshot eyes turned back to a milk white.
His dry lips smooth again as he licked them. He retracted his arm, cracked his knuckles.
"What did you do?"
DEVINE BLESSING: ANCIENT ELEMENTAL TECHNIQUE GRANTED!
"You shall learn all that in due time." She stepped away from the door, it flung open as though an external source had pushed it.
"Go, purge all those you desire dead."
He walked one foot in front of the other. It took him a minute to adjust, he doesn't know how long he had been down there. A week? Two maybe. His leg muscles weren't used to it yet. But they were there, and this time he'd put it to good use.
"Thanks--" The moment he turned she wasn't there, like a whisper in the wind. The way she came is the way she went, unnoticed.
He turned his attention forward. Moving, not stopping for even a moment. All this time he had wasted not acting, just wishing, just praying. Well no, not anymore.
SPEECH WITHOUT ACTION IS DEATH
And he wouldn't speak anymore, just show this world what he was made off.
CRAWLING FROM THE DEPTHS OF DISPAIR TO CHANGE THIS FUCKED UP WORLD!
TO BE CONTINUED