Aha-ha-ha-ha!
Body bends in laughter.
"You truly think that will be a sight to make me fall
for?"
Aha-ha-ha-ha!
Hysterical laughter fills premises. Old chambers
of the church trembling from rumbling.
"Oh come on! Come on! You've played the role of
demon crowned,
When all are jesters in the crowd. You've killed and
you've misplaced the hearts,
You messed with life of simple twats.
You've played the sinner priest in church, as you've
plead faith and spoke of light,
Of godly blessings and delight from owning up and
fully being in belief.
Of how miserable were the lives of those who sat and
ate each of your words.
You've played the lonely actor in the crowd of madness
and steeped so low to shatter dreams that kept some going
through the life that's drowned them…"
A glass picked up and wine was gulped.
"Excuse me dear, but that's absurd. You cannot waltz
yourself before me and then pretend to be the victim. Of
honey, you've drunk blood of silly people in the gospels…
What was it? Ah, don't mind. And then there was that
horrid sight of mass extinction of some poor beings that
left to you all their precious souls. Really, you come to me
to whine and ask for help? Don't really see this happen
here."
The person walks to the chair, then pulls down
remnants of a human.
"So tell me, honey, how come I'm here to see you fall
so low? Are you not the trickster of the dome? What
brought you here, to such depths of hell on earth?"
Few steps and there's a thud. The body is soaked
in blood. The person who's deemed the evil is being
the one so weak, so crumbling in fact, that he almost
cannot speak.
"Please.." – Comes out a hoarse and weak voice. –
"Please."
"Oh no, darlin', no! You can't blame me for being so,
but you do see yourself, m? I'm not touching a single
strand on you. Unless…" – A smirk appeared on a face.
– "Unless you willfully, with your own words, state to
all the gods and those who are lost to those, that you sell
yourself to me for all of the fucking eternity. Does that
sound good, m?"
The evil, angry glare – becomes a stare. His body
is weak, as blood is all over the floor and he's knee
deep in all that was unique, but now is merely that
which drags on the possessive soul.
"Oh, I see that it's your typical 'no'." – A smirk on a
face grew into a smile. – "Well, sweety, you're either
dead, or plead forever to be mine." – Shrug of shoulders
and he gets up to come closer to that, who cannot
pick body up from the floor. Knees as if glued, body
heavy, the merciless battle made him almost crumble
to bits.
"Oh don't worry. You can pick whichever more fits.
Not that I care how you end up dead. Not my cuppa tea,
to be said. But don't worry, I'll just sit and watch you
wither. At least that will do."
The sun shining in, with the dazzling light, yet this
local demon that consumes ones fright will be here,
as he were, enjoying the sight of someone that was
a whole lot of fright, once that was king… But now
– look at him… Wounds all over, bleeding like cattle
that's there to be dinner, weak and yet with eyes that
can rise the dead. That anger can move hoards of
the evil… Well, how fun is to enjoy watching him
succumb to one who was the lowest 'lamb' in legion.
The silence had kept the cold in the church… With
stalling of fallen king and the arbiter, that served the
church.
The weather darkened, clouds slowly filled the
sky. A bit more and a patter was across the whole of
the height. The rain went harder, then softer, with
variety of beat and sounds.
"Come closer" – Anger filled eyes, with body too
heavy to rise, had spoken in barely audible voice.
The arbiter waved hand.
"Oh no. That's not how it goes. You do know
better."
The anger had not died, yet the tired sense oozed
from the next sentence.
"I sell myself to you. Bound for eternity to the one
that calls himself by the name of Kiel. For the rest,
until my very death."
"What good boy we have here…" – Sense of superiority and achievement was felt in the voice, getting
up by own choice and walking towards the almost
dead being. – "I'm taking you into my service, as a
slave bound by his foot, to my words and my commands,
as I'm making my thoughts. You'll be mine and mine
only, by the string of the holy chain, by the foot and the
heart – you're mine, never to part."
The wounds began to heal, as body grew with
power, the red and chaining bloody seal was
wrapped around in power.
He rose to feet, with blood evaporating into mist
that dissipated.
"I won't forgive you."
"Nor shall I, my dear, did you forget who was I?" –
The smirk and the wish for death was there in the
face of the Arbiter. – "Darling, I was the one you killed
and placed to serve for the part. Then, well, yes, few
centuries later you don't remember that…"
The other smiled, walked over and took the hand
of the arbiter in his, then raised that hand and kissed.
"I pledge my service, my master." – The eyes
smirked with disaster.
Arbiter pulled the hand away and walked to the
altar, as he shook head in disapproval.
"How silly of me, yet how cunning of you. To know
from then on, or even before… How the events will befall.
How cunning indeed."
"I would not trade that knowledge for even a bit.
To kill you and know how you grow. To know how
you raise and fall. You've made quite a great thing
out of self. I'm glad I came to love you."
"You never did. Just keep saying that to self, you misfit.
Well, how sad. But then again, you're bound little twat
in my hands for all the life to hold. So you better make
sure to keep me pleased."
Hands wrap around the waist and kiss is on the
neck.
"I'll make sure to keep that in check."