God and her Minions

lordofserpentsandreeds:

Eyes narrowed as She watched the ghost of a girl. True intent was being masked by layers upon layers of truth and lies, and She was having trouble pulling it all apart. As the girl spoke, She let out a sharp hiss. Her form melted back into her chosen human appearance. 

“You’re words flow like molasses, too slow.” Slipping behind Alessa, She folded Her arms over the girls shoulders, as if in a hug but the exact opposite. “You know, I left your dear … friend, a gift once.” A knife slid to Her hand. “Don’t forget I can do the same to you.” She twirled the blade, dangerously close to them both. “Just because you died once…” She left it to finish itself.

Taking out the seal She stared at it for a moment. Did She really trust this girl? She frowned for a moment. “Get me my seals.” She forced the one She had towards Alessa. “Or else.” She sliced Her own throat. “It will be yours.” The blood just soaked back into her skin, wound healing itself. “I’ll be watching.” A canine with it’s head split down the centre waddled up. Her grin grew wide. “Enjoy your new…. pet.”

You can do this Alessa. You’ve done many awesome things in your life, alive and dead.

It was so hard to whether or not to bet and show the cards. Alessa had a straight flush but God probably had a royal flush in Her hand. However, folding was no longer an option, for that meant sudden death. There was no way Alessa could do that; she didn’t want to do that. Her friends were counting on her, not to mention this was her domain. Now what seems like an indestructible being has invaded and taken over. It was time to throw off Her reign once and for all. That’s all she needed to get through this: determination and the help of her friends. They were already going off with their plan and it was now Alessa’s turn.

“You are God. I am sure you can smite me any time you want. How could I forget that?” It’s kind of hard not to. Better keep that to mind. Now wasn’t the time to act like a sassy teenager. However, that was something Alessa never accomplished, growing up. She accepted that fate and now… now she was destined for something even greater.

Her eyes widened as she saw the seal come into perfect view. She had actually managed to pull it off. Step one was done but the entire plan itself was far from over. She quickly grabbed the seal once it was given to her and with her powers, embedded it in her body for storage. It was a little bit nerve-wrecking to see Her slice Her throat but of course Alessa knew that wouldn’t do any harm to her. She could probably do the same thing but… it was different. Hearing the noise of steps padding through the town, Alessa turned and gasped. Having her back on Her, she glared at the deformed beast. She did this on purpose! How dare She…

With her new companion (and Alessa used that term loosely), she walked toward her Daughter and nodded her head. “I will find all of the seals and bring them to You. Now if I may be excused…” In an attempt to stregthen this “alliance” Alessa bowed down to Her at the waist and remained there for a few seconds. Straightening herself up, she walked past Her, companion following closely behind. Alessa decided she would kill the beast once she was out of Her sight.

lordofserpentsandreeds:

She let out a softer laugh, as if genuinely amused. “The fear is quite delicious, and yet, there is more.” Doubt, uncertainty, confusion. The little girl didn’t know what she was doing, and it was far to much fun to pull her strings. She chuckled as Her ploy worked, the She had hit a nerve.

She let out an almost purr like sound, grinning wide. “You are so willing to throw away the lives of your friends, and yet not long ago comforted them.” Her pupils dilated to slits, lips parting slightly. “You’re hands are too clean for that.” Lifting Her arm, blood began to seep from her pores. “Can you truly handle the blood of the innocent upon your name? Your precious Cheryl? What about your dimwitted friend Vincent? Hmm?” Flicking the blood off, Her arm was clean as if nothing had happened. 

“If I said shoot, would you really pull the trigger. If I said bring me their head, roasted and garnished the the dust of their bones, would you do it?!” Her voice rose with each word. But then, it lowered, a dull whisper. “If you don’t, I will.” Her long hair began to shorten, darkening. Her height shrank and Her clothes morphed. “And I will make them suffer in your name.” The Goddess now mimicked the girl in appearance. Though, in truth this was as much of a lie as Her promise. Becoming anything but Herself took effort, and energy she didn’t want to use on such petty efforts. No, any confrontation with Her would not be in the form of a child. But something far more… formidable. 

Turning to Alessa once more, Her eyes flashed, grinning wide. Playing with her had proven quite amusing, but if she was to decline, this meeting was already over. 

Just like the fire that once burned her, God was adding more fuel to the embers of Alessa’s psyche. She closed her eyes, trying to focus from within. There had to be a way to turn this to her advantage. Alessa took in every word she said, like a cobra biting into flesh. However, there was no time to dawdle. Alessa herself was the anti-venom to the bite and like cobras, she had to strike back.

“Of course I’m willing, Daughter. I’ve done it before. That’s how you were born. Have you forgotten already? Don’t forget us little people now,” Alessa said softly, her face motionless as she surveyed the fog, hands clasped behind her back. That was a pretty rash move, yes, but risks were meant to be taken. Alessa knew she would not win without the strength and confidence. It was time to finally grow up, even though she will stay fourteen forever. “I’ve already taken thousands of lives before, and I’m able to do it again. I can’t atone for the sins I’ve done in the past but I can make anew now. Holding onto the past is just ball and chain into completing Paradise. I don’t need the extra labor.”

She was about to continue until she literally saw herself standing in front of her. Seeing this was truly unsettling, but she couldn’t be brought down. This was only an illusion, just like this plan was. If she could morph reality, so could Alessa.

“I will serve You. What is my first task?”

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Daughter? A shrill laugh escaped Her, forcing Her to stand up. There was no way this girl had changed that fast. Though there did seem to be a genuine desire to help seeded with in young Alessa’s brain. Folding Her arms, eyes narrowed once. What was she up to?

“Assistance is what you offer, and yet all I see is your fear.” She began to circle, like a vulture after a carcass. “Will you truly suffer a pain unlike any before simply to help your fellow…” She paused for a moment, unsure of what word to fill there. “.. town folk.” She had to resist using something more, graphic the the urge was great. If the girl had even an inkling of  seriousness in her statement, She would pound it to a pulp. “Do you really wish to be burnt again?” She spoke the last in almost a whisper, before halting her circling in front of the girl once more. 

“No true mortal can assist with this. But then, you are no true mortal.” Her serpentine grin spread. “Not any more.”

Even if Alessa was serious, it was so invigorating to drag her down. Pull the girl down to a level lower than any human has been to. Drag the emotions long and thin so She could play them like a violin. She would play the song of the people, the sadness and agony that flowed like water through this town. No, not flowed, flooded. Engulfed, unable to take a breathe with out feeling the pain. Yes that seemed about right. 

Alessa shook slightly in place. She did sound incredibly stupid calling God her daughter. Damn. She had to be better at this or God would be more skeptical than She already was. Her eyes widened when She folded her silk-like arms across her chest. Could She read minds? Alessa certainly hoped not. ‘Please let me help you, please let me help you, please let me help you…’

“My fear, huh? Isn’t any lesser being supposed to be fearful of their God? Instilling fear into Your followers is what makes You powerful. I’m just doing what is natural,” Alessa said, nodding her head a bit. Now she was just sucking up. Hopefully it wasn’t enough to reveal her weasel-like intentions. She didn’t say anything further however, for the next set of questions Alessa was not ready to answer. She bit her lip; She was mocking Alessa. A gasp escaped her mouth upon hearing the phrase ‘burnt again’. If this was happening before she met Harry Mason, Alessa would have completely snapped and attacked, throwing the whole plot into the fire. She was grown up now, despite being the same age for eternity.

Her firsts shook as she spoke. “Yes, that’s true. But that’s all the more reason for me to assist you. You’d be ridiculous not choosing me to be by your side.”

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She laughed slightly. He was smart. “The only condition~” Bound to Her, the best way to truly monitor him. She simply did not want to spend Her time babysitting. It was far to tedious and She had better things to do. “On the whole, perhaps.” It seemed many of the ones that ended up in Her town had a certain spark. 

Her grin grew toothy as he took the dagger, her teeth more like fangs. As the black blood dripped down her palm, it disappeared before the drops hit the ground. He took the blade, his own bright red exposed. She grasped his hand tightly, absorbing some of his blood, to inject her own poison into his system. “Indeed.”

Letting go, Her wound healed almost instantly, and he would find his healing as well, though at a slightly slower rate than Hers. The form he would take rippled in her head, it would be glorious. Whether he shared this excitement or not would be debatable. “There may be… some pain. But I’m sure a tough guy like you can handle it.” 

The minute her blood hit his he could feel it like fire in his veins, uncomfortable at best, and searingly painful at worst- and he could feel power, so much power. It was thrilling, even through the burning of her black blood. She spoke of pain and he laughed. “I can take it.” He assumed too quickly the burning blood was what she was talking about, and then it hit him like a truck.

It felt as if every bone in his body had exploded and despite his proud effort to stay standing he dropped to his knees with a gasp. His vision blurred and then seemed to double and it seemed as if his head were being split in two, and he was expanding. He grew larger, and then his breaths quickened, the pain growing greater than anything he had known before and he felt his bones shift, his skin stretch and split in some places. He could feel the back of his neck growing and growing, and something tearing open in the back and he almost choked on the pained “What?” That left his lips- anything else he tried to speak beyond that came out as an angry hiss. He closed his eyes, trying to shut out the pain, and by the time he opened them again, he was not human, nor was he really the man he had been before.

The monster that stood before God watched her passively, a hint of agitation in it’s eyes but it could not bring itself to be angry with her, to attack her, much as it wanted to in indignation. This was far from what he had expected, but then he knew they would have been a catch. A low hiss escaped from parted lips, his open jaw exposing pointed teeth and a forked tongue that tested the air. What were her orders?

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She grinned wide. “Of course, it’s what I do.” Her voice had a light tone almost a cooing, She was enjoying this. Greatly. “In return?” She let go of his hand, grinning. “I don’t ask for much dear.” Her eyes grew shaded, and Her grin grew thin. “You will answer to me, and me alone. That’s all.” She twirled again, but this time She seemed to be dancing. “It’s difficult finding followers who aren’t mindless, dumb beasts.” She held out a hand as if asking him to join.

“Humans are smart, and you, you would make the smartest one so far.” She had thought Vincent smart once, until he accidentally summoned Her to this world. But all others proved to be… dim. In her eye they were no longer deserving of anything she could offer them. But this man, he had asked her for it. It was simply delightful. He honestly wanted her to turn him into a monster. Though, perhaps he didn’t realize that was part of the plan. Oops, she wouldn’t be informing him any time soon. 

Taking out a ceremonial dagger of some sort, She split a crack down her palm. Black fluid dripped from the wound. She held out her hand, and the dagger. Should he decline she might have to shove the dagger in his head. “When you are ready.” 

Sewell watched, curious. “That’s not a lot to ask, but at the same time it is.” She was smart, no doubt she would indeed have orders for him, things he would need to do, but there could come time later to plot against her if it came to be tiresome. He was a man of his word but he also knew when to go back on it.

“From experience, I would say most humans aren’t that smart, they’re like cattle, but angrier.” He smirked, chuckling to himself. Maybe his point of view came from working in the prison, but he didn’t care. The men there were fools, easy prey. It was far too easy for a man like him to exist in a place like that, when people were desperate they were able to be manipulated.

When she produced the dagger and cut herself he realized how serious the deal really was. A blood oath, old fashioned and binding. Her blood was black, and it was unsettling, but he supposed there was really no going back, after all he had cornered himself. He took the dagger, following her lead and extending the bleeding hand. “We’ve got a deal then, yea?”

lordofserpentsandreeds:

She smiled, any of the former innocence gone. Her dress seemed to weave itself back to it’s former glory. Shoeing the dog away She laughed. “I think you’ll find one cannot obtain power quite as great as mine.” With a wave of Her hand, the fog cleared almost fully. “After all, no mere mortal can become a God.” 

Getting closer, She had an almost sweet like tone to Her voice, as if assuring a baby it would be alright. “But there is a way.” Her eyes lit up like fire. “I can release what you could be.” She lifted a hand to his face, dragging Her thumb across his cheek. “Though it may ruin your pretty face.” That was a major understatement. She brought Her hand down his shoulder, following his arm to his hand. Lifting it She spoke again. “Will you bite?” She leaned against him, much closer than any human dared let Her get. 

For once, Sewell was in awe of someone else, and the power they held. This was beyond belief, magic perhaps, definitely something beyond the normal human realm of believing. He wasn’t exactly a child anymore, fantasies were nothing to believe in, and yet here was something that he had settled wasn’t human. It took mere moments and seeing to make him believe in her power.

She drew closer and he watched her curiously, finding himself unwilling to move away. There was something intimidating about her, but he couldn’t look away, couldn’t back away- he was rooted to the spot and he didn’t mind. “You’re saying I could be something like…a God?” His eyes lit up, interested in the promise of power. “If there’s power in it for me, sure I’ll bite. Question is, what’s in it for you?” Nothing in this world was free.

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lordofserpentsandreeds:

She tilted her head, grinning a bit now. Doll? Her mind idly wandered to the young Scarlet. Now that was quite a doll… 

The arm trick wouldn’t work with this one. She could just, tell. “I’m sorry to hear that. But try not to say it too loud, you’ll hurt their feelings.” Her voice held a slight tease now. She let the fog roll out, a howl piercing the empty air. One of her beasts had slain something, but she could tell it was just some wild animal. No human had as of yet been eliminated. Which was, bothersome to say the least.

“Though I would keep an open mind in this town, stranger things have been known to happen.” After all, She had been born by means of a Priest trying to seal her away forever. 

Sewell felt a shiver go down his spine at the howl- that wasn’t natural. There was no animal alive that sounded like that, as far as he knew, but he still fought to keep his cool. “Who the hell are “they”?” Now he was sure this was some kind of trick. Murphy trying to get some sort of stupid childish “revenge” in the most pathetic way possible. It was almost funny, though he couldn’t be sure if the laugh he forced down was a fear response or a genuine laugh.

“They are those who have come to witness the rebirth of Paradise.” Her grin spread wide, the sound of claws clicking on the pavement. “Feeding off fears and desires, they take many forms.” Heavy panting  soon could be heard, as a large beast lumbered from the fog.

It seemed a normal canine at a glance, until one noticed it’s lack of flesh of any sort. Blood dripping from it, from no apparent wounds. Each movement could be found within the visible muscles. It’s sightless head turned towards the man, a snarl forming. “I think he likes you.” She let out a giggle and pet the beasts head, her palm gliding through the blood. It stopped it’s deep rumble, and relaxed it’s stance at her touch. “Faithful, obedient,” She lifted her hand up, the growling instantly resumed. “Violent.” 

The beast threw it’s head back, letting out the horribly wailing howl. Others responded. “And they work so nicely together.” She let out another giggle.  

Sewell paled slightly when he saw the dog, taking a half-step backwards warily. It seemed so normal at first, until he noted the lack of flesh. There was no way that was a special effect, it was too real to be. “..the hell…?” He tried not to hesitate or show fear, unease turning to curiosity when she calmed it, and spoke about it. There was certainly more to the woman than met the eye.

“Well I’ve gotta hand it to you Doll, you’ve got a surprising amount of power if you’ve got hellhounds like that listening to you.” The lure of that kind of power was great. “How?” To say Sewell was interested in learning how to harness such raw power was an understatement. Power, he had found, was addictive and he craved more. The control he had in the prison wasn’t nearly enough, not when compared to the raw, brutal power she seemed to posses.

lordofserpentsandreeds:

She tilted her head, grinning a bit now. Doll? Her mind idly wandered to the young Scarlet. Now that was quite a doll… 

The arm trick wouldn’t work with this one. She could just, tell. “I’m sorry to hear that. But try not to say it too loud, you’ll hurt their feelings.” Her voice held a slight tease now. She let the fog roll out, a howl piercing the empty air. One of her beasts had slain something, but she could tell it was just some wild animal. No human had as of yet been eliminated. Which was, bothersome to say the least.

“Though I would keep an open mind in this town, stranger things have been known to happen.” After all, She had been born by means of a Priest trying to seal her away forever. 

Sewell felt a shiver go down his spine at the howl- that wasn’t natural. There was no animal alive that sounded like that, as far as he knew, but he still fought to keep his cool. “Who the hell are “they”?” Now he was sure this was some kind of trick. Murphy trying to get some sort of stupid childish “revenge” in the most pathetic way possible. It was almost funny, though he couldn’t be sure if the laugh he forced down was a fear response or a genuine laugh.

lordofserpentsandreeds:

She had to resist a smile. And it seemed fear was not getting to him. “Oh, they aren’t dead.” She twirled her dress innocently. But in reality, the fog grew thin around them. “They just aren’t … human.” She paused as if pondering. And then She added. “Any more.”

He still didn’t feel the threat of the town, Her town. It was interesting, and She would play this game a little longer. It was entertaining, and the Goddess had time to spare. 

“Well then what are they now Doll?” He didn’t ask her name, he didn’t really care. He had a habit of calling people whatever he wanted, no matter what. “Monsters?” Sewell laughed. “Sorry Hun, I don’t believe in that kinda bullshit.” The look in his eyes stated clearly that he already knew about monsters- real monsters. Men were monsters, and he was one of the worst. Manipulative, violent, ruthless- he had the makings of a demon.