Post by Angel Blake on Aug 26, 2018 19:57:16 GMT
”I know who you are…”
Sun scorched grass cracks beneath a heavy foot fall on this late summer day. A tattered old photographs rests uneasy in pale hands. A woman most beautiful with stark black hair smiles forever, trapped in time.
”Dean Harper…”
Wilting roses sit atop an ignored headstone, vines creeping up from all sides covering the name it bears.It sits alone in a full graveyard, the grass dead or dying around it.
”I know where you come from. Where you really come from. I know what you lost. I know who took it. I know the darkness within you. I mourn who you were meant to be, Dean Harper…”
A video cassette rests at the base of the stone, an old piece of tape barely sticking on reads the name “Angel Blake.”
”You were not meant to be who you are. This Horde you call your family, Abaddon who acts like a mother, this is not a life I would have wished for you. You have a great light within you, a light she wishes to snuff out. She has nearly succeeded. You are her dark prince, an instrument of pure destruction. She has wielded you like a sword and you have struck true…”
Calloused fingers caress the writing on the cassette.
”With a smile on your face you watched as the great Saint Michael passed from this realm to the next. Now he resides forever by my throne in paradise. This loss, this loss has hurt me more than any other. Next to Abaddon, Saint Michael was my most beautiful creation. He was a work of art. A masterpiece. I will miss his vessel more than words can express. Yet this loss does not leave me filled with hatred, no. It leaves me renewed, revitalized and reborn.”
“There will be an eye for an eye. A tooth for a tooth. Blood for blood.”
“But not your blood, Dean Harper, no. You will not suffer for your sins, for this is not your fault. Instead it will be your Horde that will pay the price. Your Abaddon. I will take from her as she has took from me and I will leave the Horde down a follower. I will take from you the loyal soldier known as Caleb Lockwood. I will cast him from this plain of existence into the fiery pits of HELL where he will forever pay for what was taken from me!”
A nervous hand hovers before a cassette player. The cassette is gripped tightly as if held by a granite statue. Slowly it is pushed forward as a television screens comes to life.
”You will know my loss, Dean Harper, you will know my pain. You will live with the loss as I will live with the loss. You will continue on living as your brother lays dead. And you will do this with the knowledge that you caused it. That you are to blame. That had you only walked a different path Caleb Lockwood would still be by your side. That will be your punishment, Dean Harper. That will be your burden.”
The woman from the picture adjusts the lens of the camera, her black hair hanging in front of her face. As she slowly backs up it becomes obvious that she is very pregnant and very upset. Tears stain her cheeks.
“Angel…”
Her voice is strained like she’s been crying for days.
”Trust that I wish things could have been different. I do not wish to do what I must do but the war has brought me to this. Abaddon has brought me to this. Your protector. Your master. She has wrought this judgment upon you and I am most sorry, Dean. I never wanted humanity to be pawns in this war. I never wanted this war. Abaddon did. She started it. She wages it. And now the time has come for me to end it. I hope you survive, Dean. I hope you find the light buried inside of you and embrace it. I hope you can become the person your mother wanted you to be.”
For several moments she cradles her head in her hands, sobbing. She tries to suck back the tears and snot before looking up again.
“I’m sorry Angel… I’m not strong enough…”
She sounds broken, defeated, her voice is barely a whisper.
“She’s coming for him… It’s…. He’s a him by the way… Jesus…”
She breaks again, her head in her hands. The pale visage watches as the old tape shows signs of its age and breaks up for a moment before coming back to the woman sitting on an old couch.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you… I didn’t know how… I didn’t know how you would react but… I need you, Angel…”
He reaches out for her face and rests it upon the screen.
“I need you to find him… Before she does... “
Suddenly she wraps her hands around her stomach and bends forward in pain. She lets out a scream as liquid begins to pool are her feet.
“Find him, Angel! Find your son!”
Somewhere off camera a window can be heard shattering. The woman looks over in fear. A shadow looms over her and then the tape comes to an end. It’s just static now, the screen lighting the face of God.
”My family was taken from me as yours was from you. You had a mother who you never knew. I have a child I have never met. I know what it is like to wonder what could have been. What you have missed out on. I know why you attach yourself so strongly to Abaddon, why you serve her so loyally but she cannot give you what you need, Dean. She cannot be the mother who left you. She cannot love you, not the way a mother could. I have been a parent, I have raised children. A parent would never ask their child to do what she has asked you to do.”
“Your mother wanted better than this.”
“But Abaddon has corrupted you, twisted you. The mother of lies has used your personal tragedy to create the perfect soldier. She was always good with words. But Dean is this really the life you want? Are you who you truly want to be? Is this all you imagined for yourself as a little boy? Or do you want something greater? Do you want to be something greater? You have that power within you, I see it, as much as she tries to snuff it out it still hangs on.”
“It is not too late for you, Dean.”
Thin fingers grab at the fines covering the stone and begin to tear them away.
”You cannot save Caleb Lockwood from my wrath but you can save yourself. You can walk away from this war before it claims your mortal soul as well. There is a life for you to be had. The one your mother wished for you. You can still be the person she wanted you to be. Abaddon cannot take away your free will, she cannot keep you if you do not want to be kept. You have the strength to end this, to kill the Horde and free this world from her corruption!”
“Please, Dean…”
“Do not make me end you.”
A name etched in stone for eternity is revealed beneath the vines. A name the Lord never thought he’d see again. A name he wished he wasn’t seeing here and now. His thoughts raced as he kneeled on the grave. How had this happened? How did he not know? Is Abaddon this powerful?
”This world can still be good. Humanity can save itself. The Horde does not believe that. Abaddon only sees the wretched and the weak. She preys on the failings of humanity. She feeds on the weakness that abounds. But what she sees is not all that there is. This world can be good again. Its people can rise above. I gave all of you the free will to make this world what you want all you have to do is will yourselves to be better.”
“All you have to do Dean is want yourself to be better.”
“You are not this monster she thinks she created. You are not this servant. You have no chains on your wrists, no shackles, you do not need to follow her into Hell with the rest of the Horde. You do not need to be this thing she has made you. All it takes is a simple choice, a decision, a desire to be something more than you are right now.”
“You do not have to be the villain of this story.”
“I promise you Dean, it is not better to rule in Hell.”
“I do not want anything from you. I do not ask anything of you. All I want is for to not stand by her side. That is it. I do not want your blood. I do not want your loyalty. I do not want you as a soldier by my side. I want you to be better than her. Stronger than her. I want you to be something special.”
“Like your mother was…”
There is a deep pain in his voice.
”I knew her, Dean… A long time ago… Before I was who I am… She was the most beautiful woman I had ever met. Will ever meet. She was an angel. She was amazing. All she wanted was to make the world a better place. She used to scoff at my nihilistic monologues about how lost humanity was. She told me there was always a choice to be made, that humanity, in the end would chose to be better…”
“I did not believe her then but I do now…”
“Knowing what I now know, knowing what Abaddon took from me, I finally understand what your mother was trying to tell me. I understand how wrong I have been. This world does not need me to wash away the putrid and the unclean, it needs me to cleanse it. My wrath will be dolled out when and where it is necessary but my wrath is not going to bring humanity back from the brink.”
“It will not bring you back.”
“So please do not hate me for what I must do. Caleb Lockwood must pay the price. You will have to live with that. I just hope that when this is done, Dean, you will be able to forgive me.”
“Because I forgive you.”
His fingers trace the name on the stone.
”I forgive you, son…”
Violet Maria Harper
Loving Mother
“May God have Mercy”
Discover with courage
While facing the beyond
Uncompromisingly
Everything connects
As you detach
Truth foretold
Truth discovered
Truth always known
Sun scorched grass cracks beneath a heavy foot fall on this late summer day. A tattered old photographs rests uneasy in pale hands. A woman most beautiful with stark black hair smiles forever, trapped in time.
”Dean Harper…”
Wilting roses sit atop an ignored headstone, vines creeping up from all sides covering the name it bears.It sits alone in a full graveyard, the grass dead or dying around it.
”I know where you come from. Where you really come from. I know what you lost. I know who took it. I know the darkness within you. I mourn who you were meant to be, Dean Harper…”
A video cassette rests at the base of the stone, an old piece of tape barely sticking on reads the name “Angel Blake.”
”You were not meant to be who you are. This Horde you call your family, Abaddon who acts like a mother, this is not a life I would have wished for you. You have a great light within you, a light she wishes to snuff out. She has nearly succeeded. You are her dark prince, an instrument of pure destruction. She has wielded you like a sword and you have struck true…”
Calloused fingers caress the writing on the cassette.
”With a smile on your face you watched as the great Saint Michael passed from this realm to the next. Now he resides forever by my throne in paradise. This loss, this loss has hurt me more than any other. Next to Abaddon, Saint Michael was my most beautiful creation. He was a work of art. A masterpiece. I will miss his vessel more than words can express. Yet this loss does not leave me filled with hatred, no. It leaves me renewed, revitalized and reborn.”
“There will be an eye for an eye. A tooth for a tooth. Blood for blood.”
“But not your blood, Dean Harper, no. You will not suffer for your sins, for this is not your fault. Instead it will be your Horde that will pay the price. Your Abaddon. I will take from her as she has took from me and I will leave the Horde down a follower. I will take from you the loyal soldier known as Caleb Lockwood. I will cast him from this plain of existence into the fiery pits of HELL where he will forever pay for what was taken from me!”
A nervous hand hovers before a cassette player. The cassette is gripped tightly as if held by a granite statue. Slowly it is pushed forward as a television screens comes to life.
”You will know my loss, Dean Harper, you will know my pain. You will live with the loss as I will live with the loss. You will continue on living as your brother lays dead. And you will do this with the knowledge that you caused it. That you are to blame. That had you only walked a different path Caleb Lockwood would still be by your side. That will be your punishment, Dean Harper. That will be your burden.”
The woman from the picture adjusts the lens of the camera, her black hair hanging in front of her face. As she slowly backs up it becomes obvious that she is very pregnant and very upset. Tears stain her cheeks.
“Angel…”
Her voice is strained like she’s been crying for days.
”Trust that I wish things could have been different. I do not wish to do what I must do but the war has brought me to this. Abaddon has brought me to this. Your protector. Your master. She has wrought this judgment upon you and I am most sorry, Dean. I never wanted humanity to be pawns in this war. I never wanted this war. Abaddon did. She started it. She wages it. And now the time has come for me to end it. I hope you survive, Dean. I hope you find the light buried inside of you and embrace it. I hope you can become the person your mother wanted you to be.”
For several moments she cradles her head in her hands, sobbing. She tries to suck back the tears and snot before looking up again.
“I’m sorry Angel… I’m not strong enough…”
She sounds broken, defeated, her voice is barely a whisper.
“She’s coming for him… It’s…. He’s a him by the way… Jesus…”
She breaks again, her head in her hands. The pale visage watches as the old tape shows signs of its age and breaks up for a moment before coming back to the woman sitting on an old couch.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you… I didn’t know how… I didn’t know how you would react but… I need you, Angel…”
He reaches out for her face and rests it upon the screen.
“I need you to find him… Before she does... “
Suddenly she wraps her hands around her stomach and bends forward in pain. She lets out a scream as liquid begins to pool are her feet.
“Find him, Angel! Find your son!”
Somewhere off camera a window can be heard shattering. The woman looks over in fear. A shadow looms over her and then the tape comes to an end. It’s just static now, the screen lighting the face of God.
”My family was taken from me as yours was from you. You had a mother who you never knew. I have a child I have never met. I know what it is like to wonder what could have been. What you have missed out on. I know why you attach yourself so strongly to Abaddon, why you serve her so loyally but she cannot give you what you need, Dean. She cannot be the mother who left you. She cannot love you, not the way a mother could. I have been a parent, I have raised children. A parent would never ask their child to do what she has asked you to do.”
“Your mother wanted better than this.”
“But Abaddon has corrupted you, twisted you. The mother of lies has used your personal tragedy to create the perfect soldier. She was always good with words. But Dean is this really the life you want? Are you who you truly want to be? Is this all you imagined for yourself as a little boy? Or do you want something greater? Do you want to be something greater? You have that power within you, I see it, as much as she tries to snuff it out it still hangs on.”
“It is not too late for you, Dean.”
Thin fingers grab at the fines covering the stone and begin to tear them away.
”You cannot save Caleb Lockwood from my wrath but you can save yourself. You can walk away from this war before it claims your mortal soul as well. There is a life for you to be had. The one your mother wished for you. You can still be the person she wanted you to be. Abaddon cannot take away your free will, she cannot keep you if you do not want to be kept. You have the strength to end this, to kill the Horde and free this world from her corruption!”
“Please, Dean…”
“Do not make me end you.”
A name etched in stone for eternity is revealed beneath the vines. A name the Lord never thought he’d see again. A name he wished he wasn’t seeing here and now. His thoughts raced as he kneeled on the grave. How had this happened? How did he not know? Is Abaddon this powerful?
”This world can still be good. Humanity can save itself. The Horde does not believe that. Abaddon only sees the wretched and the weak. She preys on the failings of humanity. She feeds on the weakness that abounds. But what she sees is not all that there is. This world can be good again. Its people can rise above. I gave all of you the free will to make this world what you want all you have to do is will yourselves to be better.”
“All you have to do Dean is want yourself to be better.”
“You are not this monster she thinks she created. You are not this servant. You have no chains on your wrists, no shackles, you do not need to follow her into Hell with the rest of the Horde. You do not need to be this thing she has made you. All it takes is a simple choice, a decision, a desire to be something more than you are right now.”
“You do not have to be the villain of this story.”
“I promise you Dean, it is not better to rule in Hell.”
“I do not want anything from you. I do not ask anything of you. All I want is for to not stand by her side. That is it. I do not want your blood. I do not want your loyalty. I do not want you as a soldier by my side. I want you to be better than her. Stronger than her. I want you to be something special.”
“Like your mother was…”
There is a deep pain in his voice.
”I knew her, Dean… A long time ago… Before I was who I am… She was the most beautiful woman I had ever met. Will ever meet. She was an angel. She was amazing. All she wanted was to make the world a better place. She used to scoff at my nihilistic monologues about how lost humanity was. She told me there was always a choice to be made, that humanity, in the end would chose to be better…”
“I did not believe her then but I do now…”
“Knowing what I now know, knowing what Abaddon took from me, I finally understand what your mother was trying to tell me. I understand how wrong I have been. This world does not need me to wash away the putrid and the unclean, it needs me to cleanse it. My wrath will be dolled out when and where it is necessary but my wrath is not going to bring humanity back from the brink.”
“It will not bring you back.”
“So please do not hate me for what I must do. Caleb Lockwood must pay the price. You will have to live with that. I just hope that when this is done, Dean, you will be able to forgive me.”
“Because I forgive you.”
His fingers trace the name on the stone.
”I forgive you, son…”
Violet Maria Harper
Loving Mother
“May God have Mercy”
Discover with courage
While facing the beyond
Uncompromisingly
Everything connects
As you detach
Truth foretold
Truth discovered
Truth always known
Well howdy there pardner.