Post by Azrael The Fallen on Sept 27, 2010 17:18:28 GMT -5
~The Beginning~
Nothing has come to me about what the hell just happened as I wonder through the town in the rain.
I drag alone as my body begins to react to the physical pain of the fall, all that is running through my head is the moment the verdict of "my" crime was stated to me...Then the next thing I know I am head deep in the icy snow and my hair and body drenched in the blood and snow.
Still I make myself move forward hoping to find shelter in the unforgiving weather. I keep pushing myself farther through the city I manged to make it travel all the way to the forest. Yet I still can not find a place to rest my head, so I keep moving deeper and deeper into the unknown, while I try to not make a scene and cause people to question my motives of seeking shelter in the part of this world. So I keep my head bent down and let the rain drum rhythmically on the back of my head, which chilled me enough to make it still numb. But it wasn't enough it was helping the tired fatigue ripping through me, it felt like any moment I was going to collapse and drift into the comfort of sleep or in my condition likely the arms of death.
But my search slowly comes to an end as I find an empty home what appears to be in the heart of an abandoned mine shaft. As I approach the house I feel like a weight has finally been lifted from my shoulders. At last I can rest for awhile and hopefully maybe something might come back to me.
When I wonder through the home I discover that this place has been empty for centuries that even the common cobweb or rodent does not exists in it's confounds. When all the spaces and rooms have been properly searched through I strip off my dripping wet clothes and venture into the room I found in the attic. As soon as my head hits the pillow I fall into the deepest sleep I have ever ventured into.
When I woke up at the crack of dawn, I felt so weak and tired but my body refused to relax. So instead of forcing myself to go back to sleep I decided that I would wake up and take a personal tour around town, and buy the items I was lacking. As I walking into the bathroom I started to remember the events of last night. Though it was still foggy and it made a wave of nausea rush over me when I forced my mind to think harder. Though one thing that still is vivid in my mind was the pain and torture of last night.
When I looked in the mirror to see my reflection I was completely shocked. There was no sign of the Fall, no scar no mark, nothing. As I look deep into my reflections light brownish eyes I tried to remember the simple things about me..
"What is your name?" I asked my reflection stern and boldly.
"Azrael, of course" I replied, to myself as if I was natural to be talking to my reflection.
"Where are you from?" this time I paused to actually figure out the answer.
"I don't know" my voice almost a whisper.
"Okay, that was a hard one how about...um What's your favorite color?" My voice a little more up lifting as if I could inspire myself to be happy.
I quickly take a quick glance at my clothes through the mirror then answered with a new found optimism "Black! And I have two tattoos..A pentagram on the back of my neck and the bloody heart on my arm...and...I vampire!" as soon as that slipped out of my mouth I paused and stared as if I broke some type of taboo.
"Well, I was....I was Archangle...of...of Death, but now....I guess I am the Archangel...of Death." I spoke this to myself as if maybe something more would come back to me.
I sighed heavily and continued question myself until I felt like everything I could remember now was in the for front of my brain, but as I look deep into my eyes I made an invisible promise that I would discover the truth.
When I first step outside, i felt the empty chill of the forest this place seemed to create. As I walked through the cemetery I continued to analyze what about me wasn't normal. I felt deep inside that I was more powerful than I gave myself credit for, but I didn't know exactly how I was able to tap into the strength and power I controlled. So I continued to probe my brain for any other useful information that could help me. But nothing seemed to come clearly. I started to wonder if maybe my mind wasn't so easy to understand and maybe I was just plain complex that I would never discover what makes me..Well me.
While I was deep into figuring out as much of myself as I possible could, some type of sound snapped me out. I looked around for the cause of the mysterious noise but nothing seemed to be the calipered.
"It's nothing" I sighed and forced myself to continue toward the exit of the cemetery, but before I could fully convince myself that it was absolutely nothing another noise shattered the silence that filled the graveyard, and this time I was positive that something was out there.
I creep along quietly trying not alarm the thing about my position, just in case the thing was following me. I scanned the cemetery for some type of hiding spot and I came across an old oak tree. As soon I was sure that nothing was around me I sprinted as fast as I could up the tree and hide myself among the branches.
I looked around trying to see if I could find the creature that was making the noise, at first it seemed like the coast was clear but then I noticed the was a limp pile of white fur west of my position. I contemplated for a moment if I should either make a run for it or investigate what exactly it was. And well I choose the dangerous option out of the two. Slowly and stealthily I descended from the oak tree and walked toward the pile. When I got close enough I discover that it was a wolf looking creature. When I was standing over the limb body I realized that it was a wolf. The poor thing looked so peaceful laying still and lifeless on the ground, but then I notice that the wolf's fur was stained with blood. I bent down to touch it too see if the animal was still breathing. It was alive but barely because it's heart beat was irregularly slow. The poor thing was probably in a bunch of pain, I couldn't just leave it there to suffer. my heart ached for the wounded animal, I mean I was in the same position only yesterday and I wouldn't have liked it if someone had found me and left me for dead.
So with a big heave I lifted the wounded animal and carried it back to the house hoping maybe I could give it a fighting chance.
I stormed up into the master bathroom and laid the unconscious wolf on the rug. I searched frantically for some type of first aid and felt completely guilty that I wasn't paying a attention to the poor wolf. When I found the supplies I needed I rushed to aid the creature and hopefully relieve him of some of the pain. Though I am not a vet I noticed the animal had a wounded leg and by the feel of it some broken ribs and at very worse some internal damage.
I felt hopeless not being able to help this beautiful animal. All I could do was lay my hand of the top of his head a weep and pray this creature find some peace in the next life, but then the strangest thing happened when I was thinking..hoping that the wolf would be cure I felt this burn sensation deep within my chest. It felt as if a flame from hell was consuming my insides, I wanted to scream and thrash in pain but my body would not allow it. Slowly I felt the burn crawl like a miniature army of fire ants and formed under my skin and started head toward my outstretched arm that was resting on top of the wolf. Every fiber and muscle in my arm surged with pain as the burning reached into the palm of my hand where it all collected before in spread into my fingertips. Though this agonizing pain seem like I took for centuries to pass, it was only a matter of moments when I finally felt the burning cool. As soon as I could move once again I jerked my hand awake from the wolf and held it against my chest.
"What the hell was that?" I muttered to myself aloud hoping maybe some type of answer would form, but what I asked for wasn't what I expected.
"You healed me?" the unfamiliar voice whispered in my head.
I looked around, praying that my sanity wasn't finally escaping me. Then I looking at the wolf who was sitting up now and staring me straight in the face.
"No, you aren't crazy....You saved me" the voice spoke again.
"Oh, my goddess..are you...are you really speaking?" I asked out loud hoping that this was all a bad dream. As if the creature could read my mind, he wagged his tail and put his massive pawn on my leg as if to reassure me that I am not going crazy.
"I am not speaking aloud, but through the pact. That you created..that burning...was you giving a part of your soul to me."
"Great, so you are saying that I can only hear you? And that a part of my soul is missing!" I was skeptic, if what the wolf was saying was true and not apart of my mental confusion from hitting my head on the rock too hard from the attack then wouldn't I notice something was missing from me..Wouldn't I feel different?
"Something is missing. You just can't feel it."
I let out a heavy sigh and my head in my hands. " So what you are telling me is that apart of me is missing and I wont know what it is because I can't feel it and whatever it is that is missing that is in you..gives you the power to talk to me and me alone through my thoughts...Great...I am crazy!" The wolf stared at me as if I wasn't getting the bigger picture in all of this, which I guess is true because all I could see from where I was standing was that a huge white wolf was talking to me mentally and I was missing my soul.
"So if you are going to be in my head there has got to be a name I can call you, besides Random deep voice in my head." I smiled trying to make the most of my situation.
"I don't have a name..." the wolf said, and I could see the sorrow in his eyes.
"Well then I guess I will have to name you, because if you have my soul you are staying with me." I smiled and patted the wolf's massive head.
"hmmmm how about Sonnilon?" I asked continuing to pet his head, which wasn't bad his fur was so soft and smooth I felt like I could pet him all day.
It took him only a moment to decide that the name was a good fit and gave wagged his tail in agreement.
"What about you?" he asked, "Don't you have a name?"
"Me, of course I do! My name is Azrael"
"Azrael" is voice spoke softly in my head, and I felt like I would never be able to get used to that deep soft masculine voice that spoke in my head when Sonnilon wanted to say something.
"So what happened to you out there?" I asked wanting to keep myself active for fear that everything stopped that I would wake up, but I wasn't expecting the reply I got from Sonnilon.
Deep within me I felt this gnawing hatred for a thing I've never known. It wasn't human but it wasn't beast. it was everything and it was nothing. Every muscle within me tensed out of control, I felt a rage that was so consuming I felt like I was suffocating me taking me so deep within I could never escape.
my voice though weak rang out to Sonnilon and everything became calm within me.
"What the hell was that about!" I yelled when I was in complete control again. His eyes where like staring into an empty blue ocean, but the deep I looked the hard it was so say they where empty. Berried deep within was a battle of hatred for the Thing that hurt him, was a true animalistic creature. Though he has a part of my soul and maybe be somewhat humane now he was still I wild tame-less hunter. He was through and through a wild careless animal. Though I've only known him for about 3 hours in my mind I couldn't help but deny this even though it was as true as day. Somehow I couldn't bring myself to believe the wolf sitting in front of me the wolf that's voice of a masculine human was ringing within my head. I just couldn't believe Sonnilon wasn't just a mindless predator, maybe it was that my soul was in him now that made you feel differently. Maybe I was just being stupid. I sighed deeply and looked away from him. "It's was nothing, just forget I even asked." I ran my hand along the top his head. What was I going to do?
Nothing has come to me about what the hell just happened as I wonder through the town in the rain.
I drag alone as my body begins to react to the physical pain of the fall, all that is running through my head is the moment the verdict of "my" crime was stated to me...Then the next thing I know I am head deep in the icy snow and my hair and body drenched in the blood and snow.
Still I make myself move forward hoping to find shelter in the unforgiving weather. I keep pushing myself farther through the city I manged to make it travel all the way to the forest. Yet I still can not find a place to rest my head, so I keep moving deeper and deeper into the unknown, while I try to not make a scene and cause people to question my motives of seeking shelter in the part of this world. So I keep my head bent down and let the rain drum rhythmically on the back of my head, which chilled me enough to make it still numb. But it wasn't enough it was helping the tired fatigue ripping through me, it felt like any moment I was going to collapse and drift into the comfort of sleep or in my condition likely the arms of death.
But my search slowly comes to an end as I find an empty home what appears to be in the heart of an abandoned mine shaft. As I approach the house I feel like a weight has finally been lifted from my shoulders. At last I can rest for awhile and hopefully maybe something might come back to me.
When I wonder through the home I discover that this place has been empty for centuries that even the common cobweb or rodent does not exists in it's confounds. When all the spaces and rooms have been properly searched through I strip off my dripping wet clothes and venture into the room I found in the attic. As soon as my head hits the pillow I fall into the deepest sleep I have ever ventured into.
When I woke up at the crack of dawn, I felt so weak and tired but my body refused to relax. So instead of forcing myself to go back to sleep I decided that I would wake up and take a personal tour around town, and buy the items I was lacking. As I walking into the bathroom I started to remember the events of last night. Though it was still foggy and it made a wave of nausea rush over me when I forced my mind to think harder. Though one thing that still is vivid in my mind was the pain and torture of last night.
When I looked in the mirror to see my reflection I was completely shocked. There was no sign of the Fall, no scar no mark, nothing. As I look deep into my reflections light brownish eyes I tried to remember the simple things about me..
"What is your name?" I asked my reflection stern and boldly.
"Azrael, of course" I replied, to myself as if I was natural to be talking to my reflection.
"Where are you from?" this time I paused to actually figure out the answer.
"I don't know" my voice almost a whisper.
"Okay, that was a hard one how about...um What's your favorite color?" My voice a little more up lifting as if I could inspire myself to be happy.
I quickly take a quick glance at my clothes through the mirror then answered with a new found optimism "Black! And I have two tattoos..A pentagram on the back of my neck and the bloody heart on my arm...and...I vampire!" as soon as that slipped out of my mouth I paused and stared as if I broke some type of taboo.
"Well, I was....I was Archangle...of...of Death, but now....I guess I am the Archangel...of Death." I spoke this to myself as if maybe something more would come back to me.
I sighed heavily and continued question myself until I felt like everything I could remember now was in the for front of my brain, but as I look deep into my eyes I made an invisible promise that I would discover the truth.
When I first step outside, i felt the empty chill of the forest this place seemed to create. As I walked through the cemetery I continued to analyze what about me wasn't normal. I felt deep inside that I was more powerful than I gave myself credit for, but I didn't know exactly how I was able to tap into the strength and power I controlled. So I continued to probe my brain for any other useful information that could help me. But nothing seemed to come clearly. I started to wonder if maybe my mind wasn't so easy to understand and maybe I was just plain complex that I would never discover what makes me..Well me.
While I was deep into figuring out as much of myself as I possible could, some type of sound snapped me out. I looked around for the cause of the mysterious noise but nothing seemed to be the calipered.
"It's nothing" I sighed and forced myself to continue toward the exit of the cemetery, but before I could fully convince myself that it was absolutely nothing another noise shattered the silence that filled the graveyard, and this time I was positive that something was out there.
I creep along quietly trying not alarm the thing about my position, just in case the thing was following me. I scanned the cemetery for some type of hiding spot and I came across an old oak tree. As soon I was sure that nothing was around me I sprinted as fast as I could up the tree and hide myself among the branches.
I looked around trying to see if I could find the creature that was making the noise, at first it seemed like the coast was clear but then I noticed the was a limp pile of white fur west of my position. I contemplated for a moment if I should either make a run for it or investigate what exactly it was. And well I choose the dangerous option out of the two. Slowly and stealthily I descended from the oak tree and walked toward the pile. When I got close enough I discover that it was a wolf looking creature. When I was standing over the limb body I realized that it was a wolf. The poor thing looked so peaceful laying still and lifeless on the ground, but then I notice that the wolf's fur was stained with blood. I bent down to touch it too see if the animal was still breathing. It was alive but barely because it's heart beat was irregularly slow. The poor thing was probably in a bunch of pain, I couldn't just leave it there to suffer. my heart ached for the wounded animal, I mean I was in the same position only yesterday and I wouldn't have liked it if someone had found me and left me for dead.
So with a big heave I lifted the wounded animal and carried it back to the house hoping maybe I could give it a fighting chance.
I stormed up into the master bathroom and laid the unconscious wolf on the rug. I searched frantically for some type of first aid and felt completely guilty that I wasn't paying a attention to the poor wolf. When I found the supplies I needed I rushed to aid the creature and hopefully relieve him of some of the pain. Though I am not a vet I noticed the animal had a wounded leg and by the feel of it some broken ribs and at very worse some internal damage.
I felt hopeless not being able to help this beautiful animal. All I could do was lay my hand of the top of his head a weep and pray this creature find some peace in the next life, but then the strangest thing happened when I was thinking..hoping that the wolf would be cure I felt this burn sensation deep within my chest. It felt as if a flame from hell was consuming my insides, I wanted to scream and thrash in pain but my body would not allow it. Slowly I felt the burn crawl like a miniature army of fire ants and formed under my skin and started head toward my outstretched arm that was resting on top of the wolf. Every fiber and muscle in my arm surged with pain as the burning reached into the palm of my hand where it all collected before in spread into my fingertips. Though this agonizing pain seem like I took for centuries to pass, it was only a matter of moments when I finally felt the burning cool. As soon as I could move once again I jerked my hand awake from the wolf and held it against my chest.
"What the hell was that?" I muttered to myself aloud hoping maybe some type of answer would form, but what I asked for wasn't what I expected.
"You healed me?" the unfamiliar voice whispered in my head.
I looked around, praying that my sanity wasn't finally escaping me. Then I looking at the wolf who was sitting up now and staring me straight in the face.
"No, you aren't crazy....You saved me" the voice spoke again.
"Oh, my goddess..are you...are you really speaking?" I asked out loud hoping that this was all a bad dream. As if the creature could read my mind, he wagged his tail and put his massive pawn on my leg as if to reassure me that I am not going crazy.
"I am not speaking aloud, but through the pact. That you created..that burning...was you giving a part of your soul to me."
"Great, so you are saying that I can only hear you? And that a part of my soul is missing!" I was skeptic, if what the wolf was saying was true and not apart of my mental confusion from hitting my head on the rock too hard from the attack then wouldn't I notice something was missing from me..Wouldn't I feel different?
"Something is missing. You just can't feel it."
I let out a heavy sigh and my head in my hands. " So what you are telling me is that apart of me is missing and I wont know what it is because I can't feel it and whatever it is that is missing that is in you..gives you the power to talk to me and me alone through my thoughts...Great...I am crazy!" The wolf stared at me as if I wasn't getting the bigger picture in all of this, which I guess is true because all I could see from where I was standing was that a huge white wolf was talking to me mentally and I was missing my soul.
"So if you are going to be in my head there has got to be a name I can call you, besides Random deep voice in my head." I smiled trying to make the most of my situation.
"I don't have a name..." the wolf said, and I could see the sorrow in his eyes.
"Well then I guess I will have to name you, because if you have my soul you are staying with me." I smiled and patted the wolf's massive head.
"hmmmm how about Sonnilon?" I asked continuing to pet his head, which wasn't bad his fur was so soft and smooth I felt like I could pet him all day.
It took him only a moment to decide that the name was a good fit and gave wagged his tail in agreement.
"What about you?" he asked, "Don't you have a name?"
"Me, of course I do! My name is Azrael"
"Azrael" is voice spoke softly in my head, and I felt like I would never be able to get used to that deep soft masculine voice that spoke in my head when Sonnilon wanted to say something.
"So what happened to you out there?" I asked wanting to keep myself active for fear that everything stopped that I would wake up, but I wasn't expecting the reply I got from Sonnilon.
Deep within me I felt this gnawing hatred for a thing I've never known. It wasn't human but it wasn't beast. it was everything and it was nothing. Every muscle within me tensed out of control, I felt a rage that was so consuming I felt like I was suffocating me taking me so deep within I could never escape.
my voice though weak rang out to Sonnilon and everything became calm within me.
"What the hell was that about!" I yelled when I was in complete control again. His eyes where like staring into an empty blue ocean, but the deep I looked the hard it was so say they where empty. Berried deep within was a battle of hatred for the Thing that hurt him, was a true animalistic creature. Though he has a part of my soul and maybe be somewhat humane now he was still I wild tame-less hunter. He was through and through a wild careless animal. Though I've only known him for about 3 hours in my mind I couldn't help but deny this even though it was as true as day. Somehow I couldn't bring myself to believe the wolf sitting in front of me the wolf that's voice of a masculine human was ringing within my head. I just couldn't believe Sonnilon wasn't just a mindless predator, maybe it was that my soul was in him now that made you feel differently. Maybe I was just being stupid. I sighed deeply and looked away from him. "It's was nothing, just forget I even asked." I ran my hand along the top his head. What was I going to do?