Wednesday, December 24, 2008
New Beginning 590
Death was reborn in the slender man who stalked the shadows. A thin bead of sweat trickled into the corner of his eye, stinging and making him blink. He blotted his face with a handkerchief, but it didn't help much. It was midnight, and still more than a hundred degrees outside.
In the desert, lightening burst, bloomed and withered. Death watched, face lit in planes and shadows. Lightening was the power that surged within him; he could feel it firing the rage inside. The glorious incandescent moment when his true nature emerged, filling him with purpose, his victims unaware, until they balanced on the razor's edge, that they were dancing with Death himself. Then the flash back into nothingness when he was finished, gone with no trace until he was ready to strike again.
The killing time was almost upon him, and he chafed at this last, small wait, even while the anticipation tortured him with thoughts of the pleasure to come. Then, a distant sound - his discomfort was forgotten; he leaned forward to listen, until the meaningless noise resolved itself into the quavering voice of his prey, an old man singing softly as he shuffled down pavement still sizzling three hours after the sun had set.
The old man's voice got closer. "...O'er the fields we go, laughing all the way... Ho, ho, ho..."
Death jumped out of the shadows and locked his empty, black stare on the old man's face.
"Oh my..." The old man said, startled. "What's this?"
"Do you not know me? You bring joy to millions and you don't recognize your antithesis? I am Death!"
"Death? Let me see; have you been naughty or nice?" The old man checked his list. "Says here, you tricked hundreds of people into giving up their souls this year."
"Well, yes, but--"
"And that you cast thousands of people into a lake of fire for nothing more than thinking impure thoughts."
"And that you were solely responsible this year for the pain and suffering and anguish of billions. Billions?"
Death blushed with pride. "Guilty," he said. "But with an explanation."
Opening: Debhoag.....Continuation: anon.
Posted by Evil Editor at 10:44 AM