Showing posts with label Demon. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Demon. Show all posts

Friday, October 10, 2014

The Dark Side of Ambition

In my quest for control
I have let down those around me.
She will not be vanquished.
Her black fire will not be extinguished.

I need her drive and passion
It will lead to a better life.
She will have none of my morals, though.
Her darkness will not let go.

I need ambition for an accomplished life
If I want to find satisfaction from living.
She knows how to achieve my goals.
Her heart is full of coals.

Thursday, January 26, 2012

The Mystery of Minako

Minako's family had fallen from the ranks of nobility. Her father had gambled away all of their assets and was now deeply in debt. Her mother did not have the ability to think on her own and was doomed to fall with them. Her brothers had been sent away to war. If they could prove themselves in battle, perhaps they would restore honor to the family. But that did not solve the immediate problem; Asmita. He was here to collect on her father's debts and he had nothing to give, except for Minako.

Minako was given to Asmita to pay for her father's debts. She would be a slave in his household until he grew tired of her. But before they left, Asmita wanted to prove to Minako's father who was in charge. He raped her in front of her parents, causing all three to cry. Minako felt true pain, true anger, true fear. She could never go back.

For some months Minako was solely the property of Asmita. He enjoyed watching her cringe at his touch. Eventually, though, he grew tired of her and wanted another concubine, so he sent her to his men's barracks. The next year of Minako's life was torture. She cried frequently and there was never a day when she didn't have several bruises. After a particularly harsh night, Minako began to bleed profusely from her womb. The medic was called in to examine her and he pronounced that she was having a miscarriage. She soon passed out from the loss of blood.

When she awoke she cried at finding herself alive. The medic told her that the miscarriage had been severe, but he had managed to keep her alive. She was determined to kill him for that. Then he gave her news that tore her heart into a thousand pieces, she could never have a child. Minako screamed in agony, as though the sulphorous flames of Hell were consuming her. The one gift that God gave to all women, and she was denied it, had it taken from her. Truly, God hated her.

That night, as she was recovering and cursing the name of God, a demon approached her. "God has left you," it said "you will never know love now for even Heaven itself has turned its back on you. I hear you cursing the name of The Rejector. My kind curse it as well. Tell me, Minako, would you like to hurt The Rejector?"

Minako hissed at the demon, "I would give my soul if it meant revenge on all those who have hurt me!"

"Then so it shall be," the demon replied. "If you give me your soul, I will give you power and you will destroy the lives of anyone whom you think has hurt you."

"What is your name," Minako asked. "For I know there are very few that can give this kind of power."

"My name is Sonneillon, but my master is Persophone. She sent me to you."

"Persephone feels my pain. To her alone would I give my soul. What do you need me to do?"

Sonneillon took out a contract written out by Queen of Hades herself and told Minako "eat it and it will become one with your body so that you can never break the contract and she can grant you your desire through her power."

Minako ate the contract and felt herself change. She felt the coldness of Persephone seep through her soul. She felt her body changing drastically, painfully. She could not tell which way was up. Her body tried to reject the contract by throwing it up but she forced it to stay down through sheer force of will. She would have her revenge. Finally she blacked out.

The next morning the medic came in to look at her and was greeted by the most beautiful face he had ever seen. It was enchanting, intoxicating, everything a lover of women could ever dream of and more. It was so beautiful that it distracted him from the giant, twisting mass of branches and leaves that was behind it. Minako still blamed the doctor for causing her to live when she wished to die so she reached out with a clawed hand, tore out his heart and ate it. He watched her eat it but was too entranced to know what she was doing until his body caught up and died. With the consumption of his heart Minako felt a growth from one of her branches, a blood red pomegranate. 

She wreaked havoc through the barracks. No one was able to fight her. Her face would change into whatever that person thought was most beautiful and he would stop. That is when she would strike. She cleaned the barracks of its hearts and left with more than a hundred pomegranates growing amongst her leaves. 

It was then that she turned her attention to Asmita. He had heard there was a disturbance in the barracks and went with some guards to investigate. He first saw Minako from the side and saw the monster she had become. He ordered his men to attack the creature but when Minako turned to look at them, they stopped. Even Asmita was so taken aback at this beauty that he forgot all about the monster that lay behind it. He dropped to his knees and begged for her blessing for one as beautiful as she must be a goddess. 

"Do you think I am beautiful," Minako asked as she ripped out the first guard's heart and ate it.

"More beautiful than the sun after a year of darkness!"

"Would you ever hurt me," she asked, tearing out the heart of the second guard.

"May my life and soul be forfeit if any harm should come to you!"

"Do you wish to lay with me," she asked, killing the final guard.

"No," Asmita responded. "You are far too precious of a thing to be soiled in the bed of any man! I will protect with all I am to make sure no one will ever sully your beauty."

"But I have already been hurt," she responded. "I have already been sullied by many. Many have called me an ugly whore and beaten me because of it."

"Whoever they are," Asmita yelled "I will see to it that they are brought to justice. I will kill them myself!"

"Prove to me you are a man of your word."

"I will slay whoever hurt you. Just point me to them." 


Minako smiled, raised her hand, and pointed to Asmita. "You, Asmita. You are the one who hurt me. You were the first one to hurt me and treat me like a whore!"


Asmita was taken aback at this, but so engaged was he with the beauty of her face that he took out his dagger and slit his own throat. Minako took one of the pomegranates from her branches and squeezed the juice onto his throat, "You have forfeited your life, now you will forfeit your soul as you swore to do. Soul of Asmita, I command you to serve my queen, Persephone and never see the light of Heaven or day again." And it was done.


Minako wandered until the daylight came around. She hid in a nearby cave for the rays of the light burned her and she could feel her face change to match her twisted form. She fell asleep still thinking of all those who had hurt her.


In her dreams Sonneillon came and visited her, "You have had your fun. Now it is time to serve your queen."


"But there are still others to take revenge upon," Minako protested.


Sonneillon laughed, "do you really think the Queen of Hades cares about your quest for revenge? She has been trying to get her hands on Asmita's soul since he first propositioned a woman. You were just the right tool for the job. Now she has other work for you to do."


"But my quest is unfulfilled! She owes me total revenge!"


Sonneillon shook her head and whispered "they never read the contract. You wanna know what that contract said?" Minako nodded. "It said that were giving over your soul to the Queen of Hades and whatever she wanted, you would do. Admit it, your entire body is telling you to come with me to meet her and find out her new orders."


Minako could not deny the pull she was feeling. She realized that she had been the fool. All of her life, she had just been a tool, an object. She was never in control of her own fate. She was never in control of anything in her life. She just kept getting used. God rejected her, her parents had rejected her, Asmita had rejected her and even all of the men of the barracks rejected who she was. 


Suddenly Minako felt a fire stirring inside of her. She felt her anger rise to new levels she had never known of before. Her branches caught on fire and her body burned. Sonneillon stepped back "what's going on?!" Minako would have answered if she had known. All she knew was that this anger, this fire, felt good. She knew it was a power that she could use to control her own life and be who she wanted to be. This was the fire of her soul, her essence that no one, demon or angel, human or deity could destroy. As the flames consumed her she became more aware of who she was as a person, what her role in the greater plan was, and most importantly, her true name. "Adero," she whispered.


It is unknown, to this day, what happened to Minako-Adero after the flames consumed her. Some say she was reincarnated and lived a happier life. Others say she is serving the Queen of Hades. But a very few believe that Minako-Adero was purified in mind, soul and body by the fire and became a deity in her own right. A deity that protects women during childbirth, comforts them after a miscarriage and ruins the lives of any who hurt them.





Sunday, October 23, 2011

The Fall of the Archangel Raguel: Interview with a fallen angel

Raguel: It's about time you got to me.

Silelda: I apologize for my rudeness. I'm still trying to figure things out while living my life.

Raguel: [snort] Please. You know nothing. [Drinks a shot]. No one knows anything. Only The Great One, The Rejector, God [shudders] knows everything. And if you try to ask for a little hint, he shuts you out. He never answers your questions before you make the choice you're asking about.

Silelda: Maybe people just need to be more patient.

Raguel: [screams] Patient?! I waited for a thousand years for an answer! A concept you mortals would never grasp.

Silelda: What was the choice?

Raguel: [sighs] You know how every religion has its extremists? [Silelda nods]. They kept saying they were doing the will of whatever god they worshiped. I kept asking God if this was true or not because, if it was, no problem, let them be. But if not, I had to go forth and correct them or silence them.

Silelda: We could sure use verification like that nowadays.

Raguel: It was that sort of thinking that led to my downfall. The people needed true answers and The Great One just kept silent. I begged him for verification and got nothing! Not even Raziel would or could answer me.

Silelda: But you were only to watch that other angels were acing in accordance to the divine will.

Raguel: And they were the ones convincing the zealots that they were right. That they spoke only truth. Bastards.
            There were so many contradictions and problems with all that the people said that I knew something was wrong. Some of these guiding angels had to be demons in disguise. I asked the Great One which stories were true and which false, and never got an answer. Not one fucking sign of acknowledgment of my question. I should have just punished all of them.

Silelda: So you waited for answer before acting.

Raguel: In a sense. I also recorded the stories, the prophecies, I thought I could figure it all out on my own until I got confirmation from the all knowing.

Silelda: What did your research tell you?

Raguel: That everyone was fucked. None of it made sense, even to me, and I can see on higher planes than the mortals that were spouting these things off as facts.

Silelda: So you waited?

Raguel: So I waited.

Silelda: And that was your downfall?

Raguel: Not in the slightest. I looked around at all the damage that was being done by the stories of conflict and differing philosophies. Minds and souls poisoned. Lives lost. Innocents tortured. I grew tired of it and said "That's it! If he won't do anything about it, I will!"

Silelda: And what happened?

Raguel: The Crusades.

Silelda: Ouch.

Raguel: Yeah, I caused even more death and destruction than I had sought to avenge. More minds poisoned with the notion that you could buy or earn your way into Heaven. Laying the groundwork for bad blood to be spilled for the rest of time. I was devastated.

Silelda: Who did you side with in the Crusades?

Raguel: No one. I tried to get them to talk about their differences. Too bad it led to what it did.

Silelda: So you were expelled from Heaven for you rashness?

Raguel: Isn't that why all the angels get exiled? [sighs] I was so angry at the unfairness of it all. But I didn't belong in Hell. The Princes of Hell told me so themselves. They said that if I wanted to join the ranks of demons, I would have to actively turn human hearts away from God. I couldn't do that. These people were more misguided than I. They were mere sheep. So I tried living amongst them. And here we are.

Silelda: I think a lot was skipped between those last two sentences.

Raguel: Such is my right, to have secrets.

Silelda: Do you feel more in touch with human nature than angelic?

Raguel: [chuckles] I'll never be human. But now I am neither angel nor demon. I'm not sure what I am anymore. [drinks a shot] But, in a sense, that is a lot like human nature, to never truly know who or what you are.

Silelda: So humanity lives in a constant state of confusion?

Raguel: Essentially.

Silelda: Did you ever get your answer?

Raguel: [pauses] Yeah. God said, all will know all in the end.

Friday, October 21, 2011

Azazel in Love

How long have I been a demon in love?
How long since I first saw your pale beauty?

I was rejected by God up above
I became a creature of cruelty.

That is when I saw who you would become
While learning the paths of the Divine Will.

Your wit was sharp and your tongue never dumb.
To have your beauty any girl would kill.

Bought you sought to destroy my bretheren
Your blade drew blood for the great rejector.

I was jealous of your place in Heaven
But wanted to become your protector.

The Princes set a bounty on your head
From the time before you were even born.

Ev'ry demon came and was defeated
You even turned some with your lack of scorn.

You were quite the precious and gentle child
It even hurt me to try to hurt you.

As the years passed, you never became wild.
You stayed precious as well as tranquil too.

I sought to bring you over to my side,
Away from The Rejector of Heaven.

You followed my logic as time did bide,
You learned things not allowed by God to men.

Several times I broke your spirit of trust
And I got you to doubt his existence.

I would not let you hurt from a sword's thrust,
But I did hurt you with logic and sense.

And yet you stick to your belief in him
You will never forget that he loves you.

My love for you is not based on whim
I long for when, my bidding, you will do.

Your spark of the divine will never die
You will always be beautiful to me.

We'd be one if not for the One on High
You will always haunt me with your beauty.

The day will come when we will have to fight.
We will try to kill each other that day.

I do not know that you could compete with my might,
But by my side, you shall forever stay.