Post by Angel Blake on Oct 30, 2017 2:36:13 GMT
As a child his father was very strict.
You woke up with the sun, made your bed with tightly wound corners, dressed in your finest wares and presented yourself at breakfast.
However breakfast for this young boy was more than eggs and bacon with a side of toast. Breakfast shaped the day ahead, if father woke up feeling chipper the boy would only be subject to confession but if father woke up feeling sour then it would be a dark day indeed.
Sometimes it would merely be a lashing, strung to a post in the basement, his father would use a cat of nine tails to beat the sin out of his son. Other times the boy would be forced to accept communion either on his knees or bent over the tool bench.
His mother always told him that one day things would be better but he never quite believed her despite the comfort her words brought.
“One day we’d be free of the madness.”
Communion wasn’t the worst of it.
As terrible as it was for the boy to suffer through his father’s sour mood there was still something worse. Occasionally the father would turn his attention away from the boy and focus solely on the boy’s mother. Of course the boy would be forced to watch as his mother paid for the foul mood of the man they both loved and respected.
Sometimes the punishment would last minutes, other times it would last hours, regardless the boy would have to stand at attention until it was all over and when the father was finished?
It was the boys turn.
The father would whisper in the boys ear with his mother sprawled out before him that “Compassion is for the weak, only the strong survive.” The boy never forgot those words
And sometimes on truly dark nights when the punishment was at its absolute worst the father would ask the boy “Have you ever seen the face of God?” And the boy would bend over his whimpering mother and whisper “This is the face of God.”
You woke up with the sun, made your bed with tightly wound corners, dressed in your finest wares and presented yourself at breakfast.
However breakfast for this young boy was more than eggs and bacon with a side of toast. Breakfast shaped the day ahead, if father woke up feeling chipper the boy would only be subject to confession but if father woke up feeling sour then it would be a dark day indeed.
Sometimes it would merely be a lashing, strung to a post in the basement, his father would use a cat of nine tails to beat the sin out of his son. Other times the boy would be forced to accept communion either on his knees or bent over the tool bench.
His mother always told him that one day things would be better but he never quite believed her despite the comfort her words brought.
“One day we’d be free of the madness.”
She paced back and forth before him like a disappointed parent before a child. Every now and again she would stop and glance in his general direction, scowling, her teeth shimmering in the darkness before returning to pacing.
”You let him walk away.”
Her words came like a growl sending a single chill running down his spine.
”That was not by choice.”
“Wasn’t it!?”
She snapped back harshly stopping abruptly before him. She reached out with a warm paw and pet his check, her claws gracefully grazing the flesh of his pale cheek.
”You had every opportunity to stop him yet you let Mason walk away and free his father!”
“I thought-“
“You thought!? Oh poor Angel.”
Suddenly he felt her claws pierce the flesh of his cheek as she smiled a toothy grin, her flesh fading to a sleek black.
”You’re God. There is no thought involved. You do what is necessary.”
“I just-“
“You just what!?”
“Something is not right, Shelly…”
He paused for a long time taking in his surroundings. For the first time he really noticed the decrepit church they stood in. Water rotted pews, broken windows, termite ridden wooden beams. They were standing in a building ready to collapse in on the both of them. And her, Shelly? She was nothing more than a dark visage before him with glowing yellow eyes and fangs.
”Where is Hayleigh?”
The question came suddenly but the name held a certain weight to it.
”Who?”
She responded so coldly to him, so callously, it caused him to wince.
”Our daughter, where is she Shelly?”
Her eyes became slits as the claws dug in a little deeper.
”Have you ever seen the face of God, Angel?”
He didn’t understand the question, he was God, she knew that, she told him that, she was his chosen consort.
”Of-“
Before he could respond she struck him hard across the face, her claws digging deep into the flesh of his face and nearly ripping it clean off. He toppled to the dusty floor beneath him as she stood over him on all fours.
”This is the face of God.”
She snarled through clenched teeth…
”You let him walk away.”
Her words came like a growl sending a single chill running down his spine.
”That was not by choice.”
“Wasn’t it!?”
She snapped back harshly stopping abruptly before him. She reached out with a warm paw and pet his check, her claws gracefully grazing the flesh of his pale cheek.
”You had every opportunity to stop him yet you let Mason walk away and free his father!”
“I thought-“
“You thought!? Oh poor Angel.”
Suddenly he felt her claws pierce the flesh of his cheek as she smiled a toothy grin, her flesh fading to a sleek black.
”You’re God. There is no thought involved. You do what is necessary.”
“I just-“
“You just what!?”
“Something is not right, Shelly…”
He paused for a long time taking in his surroundings. For the first time he really noticed the decrepit church they stood in. Water rotted pews, broken windows, termite ridden wooden beams. They were standing in a building ready to collapse in on the both of them. And her, Shelly? She was nothing more than a dark visage before him with glowing yellow eyes and fangs.
”Where is Hayleigh?”
The question came suddenly but the name held a certain weight to it.
”Who?”
She responded so coldly to him, so callously, it caused him to wince.
”Our daughter, where is she Shelly?”
Her eyes became slits as the claws dug in a little deeper.
”Have you ever seen the face of God, Angel?”
He didn’t understand the question, he was God, she knew that, she told him that, she was his chosen consort.
”Of-“
Before he could respond she struck him hard across the face, her claws digging deep into the flesh of his face and nearly ripping it clean off. He toppled to the dusty floor beneath him as she stood over him on all fours.
”This is the face of God.”
She snarled through clenched teeth…
Communion wasn’t the worst of it.
As terrible as it was for the boy to suffer through his father’s sour mood there was still something worse. Occasionally the father would turn his attention away from the boy and focus solely on the boy’s mother. Of course the boy would be forced to watch as his mother paid for the foul mood of the man they both loved and respected.
Sometimes the punishment would last minutes, other times it would last hours, regardless the boy would have to stand at attention until it was all over and when the father was finished?
It was the boys turn.
The father would whisper in the boys ear with his mother sprawled out before him that “Compassion is for the weak, only the strong survive.” The boy never forgot those words
And sometimes on truly dark nights when the punishment was at its absolute worst the father would ask the boy “Have you ever seen the face of God?” And the boy would bend over his whimpering mother and whisper “This is the face of God.”
His scars seemed to fade beneath the grease paint and the jaded smile. God sat atop a throne his many followers buzzing about him like bees around a hive. The faithful panther laid sprawled out at his feet.
”I made a mistake letting you walk away, my son.”
He bent over slowly, lightly stroking the head of the panther.
”I thought you would accept the sacrifice I made of you. I thought if anything you would run as far away from me as humanly possible. I thought I had seen the last of your loathsome face…”
“But you returned…”
“Hell bent on vengeance…”
“Seeking to finish what you thought you had started by ending me yet you do not really understand, mr son. There is no ending me…”
“I am the alpha and the omega…”
“I am the beginning in the end…”
“I brought light to the darkness…”
“Now I bring darkness to the light…”
“You wish to see what I am truly capable of by challenging me to a match I have never lost? My son, all you are doing is assuring yourself a slow and painful death. The I inflict upon you will be unimaginable. It will be never ending. Fore this battle will not end with your last breath, it will continue for eternity in Hell.”
His terrible grin shone bright in the dimly lit cathedral sending shivers down your spine.
”I no longer wish to cleanse the masses of their sins by bathing them in your blood. Your arrogance has shone me the error of my ways. There is no saving this putrid creation of mine if they do not wish to be saved…”
“You lot only respond to violence…”
“Your existence has been one entirely built on reaction…”
“You only evolve when forced…”
“You only forward yourselves when necessary…”
“You do not constantly strive for the define. You actively work to disprove the miracle that is life which I gave you. You spend countless hours denying the very existence of the divine despite the wonders that surround you…”
“You do not deserve this life, my son…”
“You like so many others have squandered it…”
“WASTED IT!!!”
“Fighting among yourselves in pointless never ending wars! Fighting to prove literally nothing because the countries you praise are nothing compared to my very being!”
“You should be worshipping at my alter but instead you slaughter children in the name of truth, justice and the American way…”
“You deprive others of happiness based on nothing more than your own personal comfort level!”
“You invoke my words to satiate your own sick beliefs when all I asked of you was to love your fellow man…”
“My son, you and yours have failed me at every turn.”
The panther purred at his feet, her head laying across his left boot.
”Now I will treat you as you have treated my creations…”
“I will bludgeon you…”
“Beat you…”
“Decimate you…”
“Demean you…”
“Demoralize you…”
“I will pollute your soul as you have polluted my air and water…”
“And when you have had enough, ready to give up I will push your body even further past the point of destruction as you have pushed my world…”
“You forsook Eden!”
“Demolished the wastelands!”
“Now you will suffer the consequences!”
“You will pay for your blatant disrespect of all that I have gifted to you!”
He rose now and so did the panther at his feet, the two seeming coil in preparation for attack.
”The only way you survive this is to destroy my vessel…”
“To hang my body from the top of a cage…”
“But even then…”
“You will never be free…”
“You will never escape…”
“You are mine forever…”
“You can never truly win…”
He steps down from his throne, the panther follows, his terrible grin a mile wide.
”You will never be rid of me, my son…”
“Even in death you will always belong to me…”
“You are mine…”
“To love…”
“And to destroy.”
Life is so wonderful
Life is so beautiful
Just smile
No one gets out alive
”I made a mistake letting you walk away, my son.”
He bent over slowly, lightly stroking the head of the panther.
”I thought you would accept the sacrifice I made of you. I thought if anything you would run as far away from me as humanly possible. I thought I had seen the last of your loathsome face…”
“But you returned…”
“Hell bent on vengeance…”
“Seeking to finish what you thought you had started by ending me yet you do not really understand, mr son. There is no ending me…”
“I am the alpha and the omega…”
“I am the beginning in the end…”
“I brought light to the darkness…”
“Now I bring darkness to the light…”
“You wish to see what I am truly capable of by challenging me to a match I have never lost? My son, all you are doing is assuring yourself a slow and painful death. The I inflict upon you will be unimaginable. It will be never ending. Fore this battle will not end with your last breath, it will continue for eternity in Hell.”
His terrible grin shone bright in the dimly lit cathedral sending shivers down your spine.
”I no longer wish to cleanse the masses of their sins by bathing them in your blood. Your arrogance has shone me the error of my ways. There is no saving this putrid creation of mine if they do not wish to be saved…”
“You lot only respond to violence…”
“Your existence has been one entirely built on reaction…”
“You only evolve when forced…”
“You only forward yourselves when necessary…”
“You do not constantly strive for the define. You actively work to disprove the miracle that is life which I gave you. You spend countless hours denying the very existence of the divine despite the wonders that surround you…”
“You do not deserve this life, my son…”
“You like so many others have squandered it…”
“WASTED IT!!!”
“Fighting among yourselves in pointless never ending wars! Fighting to prove literally nothing because the countries you praise are nothing compared to my very being!”
“You should be worshipping at my alter but instead you slaughter children in the name of truth, justice and the American way…”
“You deprive others of happiness based on nothing more than your own personal comfort level!”
“You invoke my words to satiate your own sick beliefs when all I asked of you was to love your fellow man…”
“My son, you and yours have failed me at every turn.”
The panther purred at his feet, her head laying across his left boot.
”Now I will treat you as you have treated my creations…”
“I will bludgeon you…”
“Beat you…”
“Decimate you…”
“Demean you…”
“Demoralize you…”
“I will pollute your soul as you have polluted my air and water…”
“And when you have had enough, ready to give up I will push your body even further past the point of destruction as you have pushed my world…”
“You forsook Eden!”
“Demolished the wastelands!”
“Now you will suffer the consequences!”
“You will pay for your blatant disrespect of all that I have gifted to you!”
He rose now and so did the panther at his feet, the two seeming coil in preparation for attack.
”The only way you survive this is to destroy my vessel…”
“To hang my body from the top of a cage…”
“But even then…”
“You will never be free…”
“You will never escape…”
“You are mine forever…”
“You can never truly win…”
He steps down from his throne, the panther follows, his terrible grin a mile wide.
”You will never be rid of me, my son…”
“Even in death you will always belong to me…”
“You are mine…”
“To love…”
“And to destroy.”
Life is so wonderful
Life is so beautiful
Just smile
No one gets out alive
Well howdy there pardner.