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Nothing explicit, but it's not a happy tale.
"Raging Child" belongs to Mary Fahl, Bob Riley, and Joel Moss, and all things In Nomine belong to Steve Jackson Games.
//Don't try to analyze the poor girl
Some fallen angels have their good reasons
Who held her near
Who's beating heart could she hear//
An angel knelt on bloodstained ground, holding empty air as if it were a child. Her eyes were dry; she didn't know how to make the Vessel cry. It had never really come up, before. There was nothing left, and she couldn't even cry to mark the passage. Calm, calm, the Symphony whispered to her, be calm, think about what you will do. Push away the pain. Hatred is immaterial to the task at hand...
No. Logic dictated that she leave. Return to Heaven, report, gain reinforcements. Step back and let others win justice. No. She shivered, feeling the melody around her sing desperately. Calm, calm, objective, rationality....NO! With a steady hand, the Elohite reached out for a shattered swordblade nearby, and used the jagged metal to carve the Celestial glyph for 'Vengeance' into her forearm.
//While you romanticize the poor girl
She's seeking shadows in the bright sunlight
She can be cruel
And cold
She can't suffer a fool//
More scars, now. They crawled up her arms, around her breasts, and down her stomach, even in Vessel-form. Serpentine Celestial and Hellglyphs bleeding into each other. Names, mostly. Originally, she kept the right arm for the names of those she had avenged, and the left for the completed targets on her list. The lists eventually blended into each other, and now she didn’t bother to keep track. The litany of names was enough to keep her calm. Sariel, Mariah, Jude, Sophie, Thomas...
"Please don’t kill me. Please, please, I didn’t mean to! It was just a mistake, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!" The Hellsworn's pleas splintered into screams as she tightened the knots and pulled. Slowly, it had to be slowly. He didn’t deserve a quick death, even with the punishment to come.
"I quite clearly remember saying that you would restrict your hobbies to those I chose, in the future, Derek. Didn’t I say that?" There was a frantically babbled agreement in the human’s weeping and shrieking. "I thought I did. So why, Derek, do I come home to find you ‘playing’ with the neighbor’s child? Now I have to kill her, too. And I have to find a new domicile. It’s really a bother."
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself! It won't happen again, I swear, I swear. Please, Angel, I'll be go–" In the silence, she wiped the blood off of her fingers. Humans, at least those who chose to serve Hell, were such weak tools. They never lasted long. After contemplating the naked, gape-throated corpse for a while, she picked up the scalpel. His name went on her left thigh, the child's on the right. It didn't seem fair to put them next to each other.
//Don’t ever minimize the poor girl
She is a warrior and still tender
You have no choice
Her heart is numb to your voice//
The Habbalite faced the Seraph in an alleyway, her face unreadable beneath the scars. Names and more names. They were supposed to stay there, safe on her skin. Not regain flesh and stare at her like that. As if she were the wrong one, as if she were the abomination. "You’re dead," she told the other, reproachfully.
"Not entirely," the Seraph whispered back, looking over her once-friend. "What have you done to yourself, love? And, in God’s name, /why/?"
"In God’s name," the not-Angel repeated. "He has shown me. Heaven cannot do what must be done. As I was, I was weak. Too weak to save you."
"No, no," the Most Holy took two steps forward, her arms extended to the Habbalite. "You did all you could; it doesn't have to be like this. We love you, we miss you. Come home, please. We can make it through, together."
She wavered. To go home...back to Heaven, back to everything she lost...everything she threw away. To erase the stains she dimly felt on her soul. Her eyes closed. In that darkness, she heard the names. Samuel, Xaxas, Melior, Festus, Jakob...how could she leave them? She took responsibility for them. They were hers. Her vengeance, her responsibility, her duty. It was a War, and she was both warrior and memorial. Her eyes opened, and she smiled. "Stay away from me, Mariah. The next time I see you, I’ll put you back where you belong." She twisted the inside of her wrist to face the Seraph, and showed her the glyph that whispered her name.
Then she closed her eyes and Sang, leaving behind the past and the alleyway. The day’s work was only beginning.
//She's a raging child
She's a raging child
And you won't set her free
It takes time to learn
Just let her be//
As always, comments, criticism and the like are greatly appreciated. :)
"Raging Child" belongs to Mary Fahl, Bob Riley, and Joel Moss, and all things In Nomine belong to Steve Jackson Games.
//Don't try to analyze the poor girl
Some fallen angels have their good reasons
Who held her near
Who's beating heart could she hear//
An angel knelt on bloodstained ground, holding empty air as if it were a child. Her eyes were dry; she didn't know how to make the Vessel cry. It had never really come up, before. There was nothing left, and she couldn't even cry to mark the passage. Calm, calm, the Symphony whispered to her, be calm, think about what you will do. Push away the pain. Hatred is immaterial to the task at hand...
No. Logic dictated that she leave. Return to Heaven, report, gain reinforcements. Step back and let others win justice. No. She shivered, feeling the melody around her sing desperately. Calm, calm, objective, rationality....NO! With a steady hand, the Elohite reached out for a shattered swordblade nearby, and used the jagged metal to carve the Celestial glyph for 'Vengeance' into her forearm.
//While you romanticize the poor girl
She's seeking shadows in the bright sunlight
She can be cruel
And cold
She can't suffer a fool//
More scars, now. They crawled up her arms, around her breasts, and down her stomach, even in Vessel-form. Serpentine Celestial and Hellglyphs bleeding into each other. Names, mostly. Originally, she kept the right arm for the names of those she had avenged, and the left for the completed targets on her list. The lists eventually blended into each other, and now she didn’t bother to keep track. The litany of names was enough to keep her calm. Sariel, Mariah, Jude, Sophie, Thomas...
"Please don’t kill me. Please, please, I didn’t mean to! It was just a mistake, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!" The Hellsworn's pleas splintered into screams as she tightened the knots and pulled. Slowly, it had to be slowly. He didn’t deserve a quick death, even with the punishment to come.
"I quite clearly remember saying that you would restrict your hobbies to those I chose, in the future, Derek. Didn’t I say that?" There was a frantically babbled agreement in the human’s weeping and shrieking. "I thought I did. So why, Derek, do I come home to find you ‘playing’ with the neighbor’s child? Now I have to kill her, too. And I have to find a new domicile. It’s really a bother."
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself! It won't happen again, I swear, I swear. Please, Angel, I'll be go–" In the silence, she wiped the blood off of her fingers. Humans, at least those who chose to serve Hell, were such weak tools. They never lasted long. After contemplating the naked, gape-throated corpse for a while, she picked up the scalpel. His name went on her left thigh, the child's on the right. It didn't seem fair to put them next to each other.
//Don’t ever minimize the poor girl
She is a warrior and still tender
You have no choice
Her heart is numb to your voice//
The Habbalite faced the Seraph in an alleyway, her face unreadable beneath the scars. Names and more names. They were supposed to stay there, safe on her skin. Not regain flesh and stare at her like that. As if she were the wrong one, as if she were the abomination. "You’re dead," she told the other, reproachfully.
"Not entirely," the Seraph whispered back, looking over her once-friend. "What have you done to yourself, love? And, in God’s name, /why/?"
"In God’s name," the not-Angel repeated. "He has shown me. Heaven cannot do what must be done. As I was, I was weak. Too weak to save you."
"No, no," the Most Holy took two steps forward, her arms extended to the Habbalite. "You did all you could; it doesn't have to be like this. We love you, we miss you. Come home, please. We can make it through, together."
She wavered. To go home...back to Heaven, back to everything she lost...everything she threw away. To erase the stains she dimly felt on her soul. Her eyes closed. In that darkness, she heard the names. Samuel, Xaxas, Melior, Festus, Jakob...how could she leave them? She took responsibility for them. They were hers. Her vengeance, her responsibility, her duty. It was a War, and she was both warrior and memorial. Her eyes opened, and she smiled. "Stay away from me, Mariah. The next time I see you, I’ll put you back where you belong." She twisted the inside of her wrist to face the Seraph, and showed her the glyph that whispered her name.
Then she closed her eyes and Sang, leaving behind the past and the alleyway. The day’s work was only beginning.
//She's a raging child
She's a raging child
And you won't set her free
It takes time to learn
Just let her be//
As always, comments, criticism and the like are greatly appreciated. :)
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I like the writing here, and the characterization...
Love this part, especially:
She wavered. To go home...back to Heaven, back to everything she lost...everything she threw away. To erase the stains she dimly felt on her soul. Her eyes closed. In that darkness, she heard the names. Samuel, Xaxas, Melior, Festus, Jakob...how could she leave them? She took responsibility for them. They were hers. Her vengeance, her responsibility, her duty. It was a War, and she was both warrior and memorial. Her eyes opened, and she smiled. "Stay away from me, Mariah. The next time I see you, I'll put you back where you belong." She twisted the inside of her wrist to face the Seraph, and showed her the glyph that whispered her name.
...nice. ...Well, not 'nice', but... You know. Eeeeeeeeeeeee. o.o
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Sudden thought...the Memento guy. Remnant of a Habbalite of Oblivion? With his long-suffering Hellsworn servant?
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- ...huh. I haven't seen Memento; is that the one where the guy has amnesia and can't remember anything longer than 24 hours?
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[grins, wry] Haven't seen it, no, but should. Along with...uh...a metric ton of other movies. [cough] I don't get to theaters/rentals much. ^^
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Movie marathon, anyone? ;)
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Thankee. :) I don't know why I'm on such an angst-train, lately.
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More, please?
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Habbalah are so wonderfully insane. O:>