Post by Lau-Sama on Dec 10, 2010 2:43:46 GMT -5
Was it chance, or perhaps fate? The ears of a rat heard the prayer of man. Narcisse Molyneux, he was named. This prayer was said not under the name of God, no. In fact, this man cursed the name of God, and spat upon it. His heart was filled with hate and rage, but even more then that, confusion and sorrow. Only the rat could hear Narcisse's cries, the agonizing throb of his broken heart. In the chilling autumn night, only one soul stood amongst the dead, his knees buried in the grass, over his wife's grave. It was there, he cried. Cursed God's name. Not only had God taken away his beloved, but the result of their union. His unborn child, had been snatched away from him as well.
It was the most vivid memory, his wife's mangled body in the floor. Blood every where. A message written in blood; "Traitor" Narcisse didn't know what this meant. The inspector didn't want to take his case, no matter
The coldness of the night was nothing compared to the coldness in his own home, now that his beloved had been sent to the underworld. In every corner of his house, he felt her. She was gone, never to be returned to him, yet she was still there. He tried feebly to get on with his life, to live each day in her name but he could not. As he was now, he was but a pitiful shell of a once noble man, his frame hunched over a newly placed headstone.
He reached out, tracing out the name engraved into the cold marble. It caused a dull ache to shoot through his heart, the name of his late wife rolling off his tongue with an air of sadness. "Damn it... Damn it all to hell..." He shook, his hand dropping to the damp grass below. Tears begun to stream down his face, stinging his eyes and leaving warmth upon his cheeks. He didn't understand what he had done to deserve such a cruel act from the God above. He couldn't fathom what kind of sick, monstrous God would snatch away a wife... No, not just a wife, a wife and a child. An innocent, unborn child that had done absolutely no wrong. He tossed back his head and screamed to the heavens above.
"Why Lord!" He cried. "What reason do you have for this! They've done nothing to deserve such a fate! Do you enjoy my suffering, Lord?! Does it please the to see man on his knees in his grief?! Damn you!" Narcisse's voice finally silenced as he slid his arms around himself, almost like a cuddle. You are nothing but a monster, Lord..." Narcisse hung his head, struggling to fight back his emotions. "I swear I will have my revenge..." Of course, he couldn't take this personally with The Lord himself, but he sure as hell could track down who had murdered his wife and child. He put his life on it. It was as he pondered this, that he heard a voice, that honestly caught him by surprise.
"Does it reject it's faith, and does it wish for power?" the voice asked, smooth as silk. It was unfamiliar to Narcisse recognized. Though there was something that pulled Narcisse to the voice. Something that lulled him into a false sense of trust, perhaps. When Narcisse stood and turned around, he saw a man. Standing perhaps eight feet away from himself. He was average height, and had neatly combed black hair. He was neatly dressed in black, like he were attending a funeral. But what was especially unforgettable, were his eyes. One showed the moon, while the other showed a black abyss. Because of this, it took a while for Narcisse to reply. The question in the first place confused him.
"Excuse me?" Narcisse asked.
The man smiled at him, almost like a playful smirk. And he repeated himself, easily. "Does it reject God, and does it wish for power?" Before Narcisse could reply, the stranger approached him. "You want revenge, this is so.." The stranger said, knowingly. Narcisse watched as the man circled him, like a vulture around a dying animal. "I can help you achieve such goals," the man said with a smile, even with such a warm expression. Narcisse could sense something off about him, a sense of madness.
"I can grant your every wish, and much, much more. In exchange for only one thing… However, if it isn't of your interest, I shall disappear forever." The man stopped in front of Narcisse once more, staring deep into his soul with those bi-colored eyes. But what sent a chill down his spine, was the soft chuckle that slipped passed the stranger's lips.
"..Only one thing? Surely you cannot be serious, explain yourself." Narcisse demanded, he was obviously not in the mood for any games. But the offer intrigued him, this stranger out of no where. He couldn't be any normal jokester. This was too far for it to be a simple prank.
"We'll form a contract," The stranger said simply. "I will be your sword and shield, your eyes and your ears, your loyal dog. I'll never leave your side if you wish it so. Revenge shall be yours, and you will be victorious, and in exchange…." The man leaned close to Narcisse, and whispered. "Your soul shall be mine to take." He leaned back, standing with perfect posture once more, smiling. "These are the terms of the contract, do you accept?"
"My soul?" Narcisse blinked, watching the other. As strange as the deal was, it was tempting. Everything the other was promising could clearly help Narcisse in getting revenge. He scratched his chin, glancing back to his wife's headstone. He only needed to look at that for a few seconds to know that the deal was done. He turned back to the other, a slight smile crossing his face. "Yes, I accept."
It was then, the stranger leaned forward. "Forgive me," He apologized in advance as he pressed his left hand firmly against Narcisse's heart, sending a burning sensation through his skin, and a sharp jolt through his heart, even rattling his bones. Narcisse hissed slightly in pain, although it was excruciating, it only lasted a second. He noticed a pentagram marked on the other's hand, it glowed dully, a blood red color. Upon opening his shirt, Narcisse saw the same mark engraved over his heart. He had been branded.
"This mark is the demon's leash," The man explained. "Though the demon is under complete control of the human that bares this mark, the human can never escape the demon." He looked up to Narcisse, with a satisfied look upon his face. "Now, master… Would you please give this humble servant a name?"
Narcisse took a good long look at the man in front of him. He who claim to be a demon, who branded him by a simple touch. He who promised to grant his every wish in return for his soul. Only a meaningless name came to mind, simply by how he thought the other looked.
"I will call you, Mordecai Beaumont.."
It was the most vivid memory, his wife's mangled body in the floor. Blood every where. A message written in blood; "Traitor" Narcisse didn't know what this meant. The inspector didn't want to take his case, no matter
The coldness of the night was nothing compared to the coldness in his own home, now that his beloved had been sent to the underworld. In every corner of his house, he felt her. She was gone, never to be returned to him, yet she was still there. He tried feebly to get on with his life, to live each day in her name but he could not. As he was now, he was but a pitiful shell of a once noble man, his frame hunched over a newly placed headstone.
He reached out, tracing out the name engraved into the cold marble. It caused a dull ache to shoot through his heart, the name of his late wife rolling off his tongue with an air of sadness. "Damn it... Damn it all to hell..." He shook, his hand dropping to the damp grass below. Tears begun to stream down his face, stinging his eyes and leaving warmth upon his cheeks. He didn't understand what he had done to deserve such a cruel act from the God above. He couldn't fathom what kind of sick, monstrous God would snatch away a wife... No, not just a wife, a wife and a child. An innocent, unborn child that had done absolutely no wrong. He tossed back his head and screamed to the heavens above.
"Why Lord!" He cried. "What reason do you have for this! They've done nothing to deserve such a fate! Do you enjoy my suffering, Lord?! Does it please the to see man on his knees in his grief?! Damn you!" Narcisse's voice finally silenced as he slid his arms around himself, almost like a cuddle. You are nothing but a monster, Lord..." Narcisse hung his head, struggling to fight back his emotions. "I swear I will have my revenge..." Of course, he couldn't take this personally with The Lord himself, but he sure as hell could track down who had murdered his wife and child. He put his life on it. It was as he pondered this, that he heard a voice, that honestly caught him by surprise.
"Does it reject it's faith, and does it wish for power?" the voice asked, smooth as silk. It was unfamiliar to Narcisse recognized. Though there was something that pulled Narcisse to the voice. Something that lulled him into a false sense of trust, perhaps. When Narcisse stood and turned around, he saw a man. Standing perhaps eight feet away from himself. He was average height, and had neatly combed black hair. He was neatly dressed in black, like he were attending a funeral. But what was especially unforgettable, were his eyes. One showed the moon, while the other showed a black abyss. Because of this, it took a while for Narcisse to reply. The question in the first place confused him.
"Excuse me?" Narcisse asked.
The man smiled at him, almost like a playful smirk. And he repeated himself, easily. "Does it reject God, and does it wish for power?" Before Narcisse could reply, the stranger approached him. "You want revenge, this is so.." The stranger said, knowingly. Narcisse watched as the man circled him, like a vulture around a dying animal. "I can help you achieve such goals," the man said with a smile, even with such a warm expression. Narcisse could sense something off about him, a sense of madness.
"I can grant your every wish, and much, much more. In exchange for only one thing… However, if it isn't of your interest, I shall disappear forever." The man stopped in front of Narcisse once more, staring deep into his soul with those bi-colored eyes. But what sent a chill down his spine, was the soft chuckle that slipped passed the stranger's lips.
"..Only one thing? Surely you cannot be serious, explain yourself." Narcisse demanded, he was obviously not in the mood for any games. But the offer intrigued him, this stranger out of no where. He couldn't be any normal jokester. This was too far for it to be a simple prank.
"We'll form a contract," The stranger said simply. "I will be your sword and shield, your eyes and your ears, your loyal dog. I'll never leave your side if you wish it so. Revenge shall be yours, and you will be victorious, and in exchange…." The man leaned close to Narcisse, and whispered. "Your soul shall be mine to take." He leaned back, standing with perfect posture once more, smiling. "These are the terms of the contract, do you accept?"
"My soul?" Narcisse blinked, watching the other. As strange as the deal was, it was tempting. Everything the other was promising could clearly help Narcisse in getting revenge. He scratched his chin, glancing back to his wife's headstone. He only needed to look at that for a few seconds to know that the deal was done. He turned back to the other, a slight smile crossing his face. "Yes, I accept."
It was then, the stranger leaned forward. "Forgive me," He apologized in advance as he pressed his left hand firmly against Narcisse's heart, sending a burning sensation through his skin, and a sharp jolt through his heart, even rattling his bones. Narcisse hissed slightly in pain, although it was excruciating, it only lasted a second. He noticed a pentagram marked on the other's hand, it glowed dully, a blood red color. Upon opening his shirt, Narcisse saw the same mark engraved over his heart. He had been branded.
"This mark is the demon's leash," The man explained. "Though the demon is under complete control of the human that bares this mark, the human can never escape the demon." He looked up to Narcisse, with a satisfied look upon his face. "Now, master… Would you please give this humble servant a name?"
Narcisse took a good long look at the man in front of him. He who claim to be a demon, who branded him by a simple touch. He who promised to grant his every wish in return for his soul. Only a meaningless name came to mind, simply by how he thought the other looked.
"I will call you, Mordecai Beaumont.."