Post by Jinx on Oct 30, 2016 0:24:44 GMT
Somewhere in Virginia
3 Years Ago
Standing in front of the ramshackle farmhouse, I can’t help but ask myself “Why are we here?” The vision from the day before keeps replaying over and over in my head and I know I’m supposed to be here, right now. The screams keep echoing in my head and I can’t shake the dread that envelops me. My mother was right. I was given this gift to help others from what they can’t see.
She has never understood my reluctance to embrace the sight but I can simplify that. I have too much of my father in me to just blindly accept that which cannot be explained. He taught me to question everything, whereas she just indiscriminately walked in with just her faith. But I can’t explain away what I saw.
The little girl in the rundown farmhouse was not there by her own will. She was being controlled and when she turned to look at me, I could see the demon raging inside. Her face was no longer cherubic and innocent, but twisted and tortured, her blue eyes now glowing red. She was standing over an infant, blade in hand, reciting a chant that only symbolized sacrifice.
I shook my head to clear away the vision, knowing I would need every ounce of resolve I had to complete my mission. Reaching into the messenger bag strapped across my chest, I checked for the vial of holy water and crucifix. As my hand run across both, a calm settled over me. I was ready.
As that thought ran through my head, the screaming began. My time was up. If I didn’t go now, the infant would die and the demon’s ritual would be complete. I could not allow the raising of Abaddon. I could no longer be a watcher because if I stood by, hell would reign on Earth.
I rushed into the farmhouse, knowing already where to find them, how to surprise it. I stood in the threshold, pulling out the vial and crucifix. With my dark eyes fixed on the little girl in her innocent white dress, I began to recite the incantation my father taught me years ago.
Jinx: Regna terrae, cantata Deo, psallite Cernunnos, Regna terrae, cantata Dea psallite Aradia, caeli Deus terrae.
The demon turned it’s crimson eyes on me, screeching as it realized why I was there.
Jinx: Humiliter majestati gloriae tuae supplicamus. Ut ab omni infernalium spirituum potestate.
Amaymon: No! You will not stop me! Abaddon WILL rise and there’s nothing a puny human can do to stop us!
She turned to rush at me with the blade, but as she closed in I uncorked the vial and doused her with the holy water. The skin began to singe and burn, the smell overwhelming. Amaymon grabbed at her vessel’s face, dropping the blade.
Jinx: Laqueo, and eceptione nequitia, Omnis fallaciae, libera nos, dominates. Exorcizamus you omnis immundus spiritus, Omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio,
Amaymon crumbles to the floor, howling in pain. When she removes her hands, skin and sinew stretch, revealing bone underneath. I realize that at this point, the vessel is going to be destroyed but at least I can save the infant. Amaymon reaches blindly for the dagger, finding no purchase. Stepping forward, I drop the empty vial and retrieve the dagger, sliding it into my belt as I continue.
Jinx: Infernalis adversari, omnis legio, Omnis and congregatio secta diabolica. Ab insidiis diaboli, libera nos, dominates, Ut coven tuam secura tibi libertate servire facias, Te rogamus, audi nos! Ut inimicos sanctae circulae humiliare digneris, Te rogamus, audi nos!
Amaymon’s eyes blaze in anger, feeling the pull of the incantation.
Amaymon: Abaddon will rise! I cannot fail my master!
She reaches for the infant, earning a hard kick to the chin for her trouble. Never losing focus, I step in between the infant and Amaymon.
Jinx: Terribilis Deus Sanctuario suo, Cernunnos ipse truderit virtutem plebi Suae, Aradia ipse fortitudinem plebi Suae.
With a satisfied smile, I utter the final words.
Jinx: Benedictus Deus, Gloria Patri, Benedictus Dea, Matri gloria!
I watch the black smoke rip from the child’s mouth as she slumps to the ground. As the last of it floats away, I stow the crucifix back in my bag and kneel next to the infant. Cradling him in my arms, I soothe his fears as I rock back and forth.
Jinx: It’s alright, my child. You have nothing to fear any longer. The White Reaper is here but not for you. She only takes the wicked, and you are innocent in this life. Do not worry, my child, for soon you will be reunited with your mother. That I promise you.
The scene shifts to a similar backdrop, dust floating through the air and landing on the dilapidated, broken furniture. The dim light barely illuminating the figure standing in the corner. As she steps forward, the white blonde hair and painted face of Jinx herself becomes clearer. This time she has forgone the straight jacket for a long, flowing white gown, her feet bare. Her cimmerian eyes pierce the darkness in contrast to the white paint. She holds her hands out, beseechingly.
Jinx: Let me be your savior, Fiona. You hold your honor high but it is your pride that is your sin. You will fall if you do not heed my words. Your dignity has been compromised and that is a test that you have passed. But I cannot turn a blind eye to your hubris. It is the original sin. It is the opening that those from the nether will seek out. It is that that will allow the evil to overtake you.
She tilts her head to the side as she begins to sway.
Jinx: Is that what you want? Are you willing to become a vessel to the corrupt? You profess innocence at every turn but the innocent do not have to, they only need to practice it. I have seen what possession does to its vessel, and you my lovely, will not survive it. You are too weak to fight it. Come to me, my child and I will redeem you. I will show you all you need to know.
She turns away from the camera for a moment, as if looking into the future. She turns back, this time a sadistic smile has replaced her pleading look.
Jinx: Fight me on this and I will escort you to Caron myself. He likes the weak and defeated. It feeds him. It satisfies us both. And I can smell the defeat on you, my child. You are frustrated and it eats away at your soul. You feel like a failure and you’re correct in that. You’re not living up to the standard that your ancestors set for you.
She steps closer, allowing the camera to close in on her face.
Jinx: What does that feel like, Fiona? Do you feel that empty place where your heart used to be? The pit in your stomach that won’t go away, no matter what you do?
A small, tight smile eeks across her black lips.
Jinx: Is that thing you hold most dear gone? Have you felt the presence following you, dogging your every step? The shadow that you can’t quite escape? Well, my lovely, that is me. I sent you a message last week when I left you lying on the ground after the Pale Horse. My Judgment is absolute. I will leave it up to you to read the omens.
She takes a few steps back and begins turning in a circle, arms out to the side and skirt swirling. When she stops, she wraps her arms around her waist and sways.
Jinx: Fiona, are you wondering why I targeted you? Why you became my first victim? The answer is simple: You are a sinner that professes to be a saint. And that the White Reaper cannot allow. Redeem yourself, Fiona. That is the only advice I can give you. I have taken down many things in my life and you will be no different. Face your demons or you will fall to me. I am the Wraith, the Reaper. It is my calling in this life. I am the Harbinger of Fate and I will not be denied.
The shot pulls back, allowing us to see the dirt on her feet.
Jinx: Do you think I fear getting dirty? I’ve swam in filth to save the innocent and with the path you're on, I know I will get contaminated again. I’ve fought demons and destroyers to be true to myself. What have you done? What service has your life accomplished? Other than empty trophies that are meaningless to me, I’ve watched you subjugate yourself to a man whose prime has long passed, hoping to capitalize on his success. Is this what you call honor?
She hugs her arms tight around her waist and begins to laugh.
Jinx: Love. What a foolish notion. It is nothing but chemistry at it’s base. Your brain overloading on endorphins, leaving you with the pretense that you can’t live without another person. You see, my lovely, I am not just clairvoyant, I am cerebral. I understand things that others don’t, and can’t. Do I believe myself to be immortal?
She snorts in derision.
Jinx: No, that is how the unenlightened perceive me. A delusional fool that “plays” a part. Unlike you, I have spent my life expanding my mind, devouring knowledge like a starving beggar on the streets. For you to walk one day in my shoes, your simple mind would have snapped years ago. You understand only violence and retribution for your perceived slights. Another sin, my lovely, is wrath. And for that you will be judged as well.
Jinx stops and slowly advances toward the camera.
Jinx: Are those the only sins you have? I think not, my child. You see, you have also fallen victim to greed as well. Your entire career has been in search of success and gold, whereas I care not. You have succumbed to lust where I have not. I have passion but I don’t let it rule me. I have ambition but not to excess. And that is where we differ, Fiona. Your sins are mounting and for that I cannot let you go without my final Judgment. You will either follow me or fight your Fate. As I said, the choice is yours. But as you will see at October Revolution, I am the final say in your future. I have a portent in store for you. One that you will never forget.
She throws her head back and laughs maniacally. Jinx gives a hard stare at the camera.
Jinx: Your Fate has been sealed so sayeth the White Reaper.
As she begins to sway, her laughter echoes as the scene fades to black.
3 Years Ago
Standing in front of the ramshackle farmhouse, I can’t help but ask myself “Why are we here?” The vision from the day before keeps replaying over and over in my head and I know I’m supposed to be here, right now. The screams keep echoing in my head and I can’t shake the dread that envelops me. My mother was right. I was given this gift to help others from what they can’t see.
She has never understood my reluctance to embrace the sight but I can simplify that. I have too much of my father in me to just blindly accept that which cannot be explained. He taught me to question everything, whereas she just indiscriminately walked in with just her faith. But I can’t explain away what I saw.
The little girl in the rundown farmhouse was not there by her own will. She was being controlled and when she turned to look at me, I could see the demon raging inside. Her face was no longer cherubic and innocent, but twisted and tortured, her blue eyes now glowing red. She was standing over an infant, blade in hand, reciting a chant that only symbolized sacrifice.
I shook my head to clear away the vision, knowing I would need every ounce of resolve I had to complete my mission. Reaching into the messenger bag strapped across my chest, I checked for the vial of holy water and crucifix. As my hand run across both, a calm settled over me. I was ready.
As that thought ran through my head, the screaming began. My time was up. If I didn’t go now, the infant would die and the demon’s ritual would be complete. I could not allow the raising of Abaddon. I could no longer be a watcher because if I stood by, hell would reign on Earth.
I rushed into the farmhouse, knowing already where to find them, how to surprise it. I stood in the threshold, pulling out the vial and crucifix. With my dark eyes fixed on the little girl in her innocent white dress, I began to recite the incantation my father taught me years ago.
Jinx: Regna terrae, cantata Deo, psallite Cernunnos, Regna terrae, cantata Dea psallite Aradia, caeli Deus terrae.
The demon turned it’s crimson eyes on me, screeching as it realized why I was there.
Jinx: Humiliter majestati gloriae tuae supplicamus. Ut ab omni infernalium spirituum potestate.
Amaymon: No! You will not stop me! Abaddon WILL rise and there’s nothing a puny human can do to stop us!
She turned to rush at me with the blade, but as she closed in I uncorked the vial and doused her with the holy water. The skin began to singe and burn, the smell overwhelming. Amaymon grabbed at her vessel’s face, dropping the blade.
Jinx: Laqueo, and eceptione nequitia, Omnis fallaciae, libera nos, dominates. Exorcizamus you omnis immundus spiritus, Omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio,
Amaymon crumbles to the floor, howling in pain. When she removes her hands, skin and sinew stretch, revealing bone underneath. I realize that at this point, the vessel is going to be destroyed but at least I can save the infant. Amaymon reaches blindly for the dagger, finding no purchase. Stepping forward, I drop the empty vial and retrieve the dagger, sliding it into my belt as I continue.
Jinx: Infernalis adversari, omnis legio, Omnis and congregatio secta diabolica. Ab insidiis diaboli, libera nos, dominates, Ut coven tuam secura tibi libertate servire facias, Te rogamus, audi nos! Ut inimicos sanctae circulae humiliare digneris, Te rogamus, audi nos!
Amaymon’s eyes blaze in anger, feeling the pull of the incantation.
Amaymon: Abaddon will rise! I cannot fail my master!
She reaches for the infant, earning a hard kick to the chin for her trouble. Never losing focus, I step in between the infant and Amaymon.
Jinx: Terribilis Deus Sanctuario suo, Cernunnos ipse truderit virtutem plebi Suae, Aradia ipse fortitudinem plebi Suae.
With a satisfied smile, I utter the final words.
Jinx: Benedictus Deus, Gloria Patri, Benedictus Dea, Matri gloria!
I watch the black smoke rip from the child’s mouth as she slumps to the ground. As the last of it floats away, I stow the crucifix back in my bag and kneel next to the infant. Cradling him in my arms, I soothe his fears as I rock back and forth.
Jinx: It’s alright, my child. You have nothing to fear any longer. The White Reaper is here but not for you. She only takes the wicked, and you are innocent in this life. Do not worry, my child, for soon you will be reunited with your mother. That I promise you.
The scene shifts to a similar backdrop, dust floating through the air and landing on the dilapidated, broken furniture. The dim light barely illuminating the figure standing in the corner. As she steps forward, the white blonde hair and painted face of Jinx herself becomes clearer. This time she has forgone the straight jacket for a long, flowing white gown, her feet bare. Her cimmerian eyes pierce the darkness in contrast to the white paint. She holds her hands out, beseechingly.
Jinx: Let me be your savior, Fiona. You hold your honor high but it is your pride that is your sin. You will fall if you do not heed my words. Your dignity has been compromised and that is a test that you have passed. But I cannot turn a blind eye to your hubris. It is the original sin. It is the opening that those from the nether will seek out. It is that that will allow the evil to overtake you.
She tilts her head to the side as she begins to sway.
Jinx: Is that what you want? Are you willing to become a vessel to the corrupt? You profess innocence at every turn but the innocent do not have to, they only need to practice it. I have seen what possession does to its vessel, and you my lovely, will not survive it. You are too weak to fight it. Come to me, my child and I will redeem you. I will show you all you need to know.
She turns away from the camera for a moment, as if looking into the future. She turns back, this time a sadistic smile has replaced her pleading look.
Jinx: Fight me on this and I will escort you to Caron myself. He likes the weak and defeated. It feeds him. It satisfies us both. And I can smell the defeat on you, my child. You are frustrated and it eats away at your soul. You feel like a failure and you’re correct in that. You’re not living up to the standard that your ancestors set for you.
She steps closer, allowing the camera to close in on her face.
Jinx: What does that feel like, Fiona? Do you feel that empty place where your heart used to be? The pit in your stomach that won’t go away, no matter what you do?
A small, tight smile eeks across her black lips.
Jinx: Is that thing you hold most dear gone? Have you felt the presence following you, dogging your every step? The shadow that you can’t quite escape? Well, my lovely, that is me. I sent you a message last week when I left you lying on the ground after the Pale Horse. My Judgment is absolute. I will leave it up to you to read the omens.
She takes a few steps back and begins turning in a circle, arms out to the side and skirt swirling. When she stops, she wraps her arms around her waist and sways.
Jinx: Fiona, are you wondering why I targeted you? Why you became my first victim? The answer is simple: You are a sinner that professes to be a saint. And that the White Reaper cannot allow. Redeem yourself, Fiona. That is the only advice I can give you. I have taken down many things in my life and you will be no different. Face your demons or you will fall to me. I am the Wraith, the Reaper. It is my calling in this life. I am the Harbinger of Fate and I will not be denied.
The shot pulls back, allowing us to see the dirt on her feet.
Jinx: Do you think I fear getting dirty? I’ve swam in filth to save the innocent and with the path you're on, I know I will get contaminated again. I’ve fought demons and destroyers to be true to myself. What have you done? What service has your life accomplished? Other than empty trophies that are meaningless to me, I’ve watched you subjugate yourself to a man whose prime has long passed, hoping to capitalize on his success. Is this what you call honor?
She hugs her arms tight around her waist and begins to laugh.
Jinx: Love. What a foolish notion. It is nothing but chemistry at it’s base. Your brain overloading on endorphins, leaving you with the pretense that you can’t live without another person. You see, my lovely, I am not just clairvoyant, I am cerebral. I understand things that others don’t, and can’t. Do I believe myself to be immortal?
She snorts in derision.
Jinx: No, that is how the unenlightened perceive me. A delusional fool that “plays” a part. Unlike you, I have spent my life expanding my mind, devouring knowledge like a starving beggar on the streets. For you to walk one day in my shoes, your simple mind would have snapped years ago. You understand only violence and retribution for your perceived slights. Another sin, my lovely, is wrath. And for that you will be judged as well.
Jinx stops and slowly advances toward the camera.
Jinx: Are those the only sins you have? I think not, my child. You see, you have also fallen victim to greed as well. Your entire career has been in search of success and gold, whereas I care not. You have succumbed to lust where I have not. I have passion but I don’t let it rule me. I have ambition but not to excess. And that is where we differ, Fiona. Your sins are mounting and for that I cannot let you go without my final Judgment. You will either follow me or fight your Fate. As I said, the choice is yours. But as you will see at October Revolution, I am the final say in your future. I have a portent in store for you. One that you will never forget.
She throws her head back and laughs maniacally. Jinx gives a hard stare at the camera.
Jinx: Your Fate has been sealed so sayeth the White Reaper.
As she begins to sway, her laughter echoes as the scene fades to black.
Well howdy there pardner.