Those Eyes: Retribution

Those eyes…

Those great black eyes…

He stared into her with those dark eyes, all of his satisfaction and malice present in them. He was predictable in his in his cruelty, her muscles froze, they anticipated the strike. She refused to let her scream pass her lips as the chain hit her in the face. Her face grew numb as the skin split and let the blood pump out of her wound. “ Worthless child, why do you still cling to him? Rekt Sin has died, loving him is useless. He was an insane fool and you are the same for loving him. Stupid, foolish child. I am your master, your only adoration belongs to me. How many times must I repeat myself?” He pushed her to the ground with a wicked grin on his pale face. His hand rose up against her as he swung the chain across her face again and it cut open the skin along the ridge of her brow. Blood flowed over her eye, but what did her eyes matter? She did not need them. God, give me strength…I've hit the bottom.She felt an unfathomable fire build in her that burned all thoughts from her mind. It crackled with a solution to her situation, it asked her a question. Should she say yes, she would have an answer to all her problems that she would not have dared conjure before because of fear and despair. Yes, destroy him…I will do that…

“Yes, kick me when I’m down. Destroy what hope I may harbor, master.” She rose to her feet, weak from his brutal love. Her limbs shook as she gathered her courage and her strength to her. “ Remember this, master. You have a masters, too. Your sick, disparaged love for Son Enlik, the light in these dark times. And of course there is God, himself. He sees you. He sees your wickedness, though you would stupidly try to fool Him, like you have fooled all the others.” She edged closer to him, until her raging, almost savage, eyes were but inches from him. “ God, He wakes to see your errors and to smite you.” She hissed at him as she stood up to him, the fear and the hopelessness erased from her mind with the voice that urged her on. It whispered again to her, it pushed her in the direction that it wanted her to go. “ I will carry out his will for him. I will be his ‘right hand’.” The angel’s eyes grew luminous, bright and filled with strength. Her weakness had been corrected for now. No...these were not her eyes...

Volle Monde backed up against the bed as she stared into him with those eyes. “ Child you could not possibly destroy me, you are beneath me.” He replied in his vicious voice, but it was almost out of fear. He had seen those eyes somewhere before...long ago...

Her great white wings appeared on her back contained by the thick black chains Volle Monde had placed on them. "No useless bird deserves flight." She shook her head to rid it of his harsh and residual detriment. She stretched the wings and the chains strained against her, creaking under the pressure she was exerting on them. We will no longer be subdued, child. We will defeat him together if you alone cannot. The chains snapped and snaked onto the ground in a cacophony of clanks and clings. Where had the timid bird gone? Who was this that stared back at her former master? “ Don’t think for a second that there is no strength in these limbs. There is strength in all of ‘the creations’. We thought We taught you this lesson before.” Threads of the flesh of her hand pushed their way into the air. The white threads writhed around each other, they melted together to form an elaborate hilt, made of silver with a crucifix on the cross bar. ~Her holy weapon! She would dare use it against him?!~ She pressed the hilt to her chest and bent her head back, her eyes squinting in pain as a brilliant light surrounded it.

He could not move, his feet would not dare defy those eyes and carry him from his spot. He shuddered at her glowing, vengeful eyes. Still, so familiar to him. What was it about those eyes that was familiar? Sad…they were sad as well, regret of her actions lived in those vengeful eyes.

Sadness?

Regret?

The blade, resting inside her, clicked as it connected to the hilt. She pulled the holy blade from her and stared at him. “ Dear Volle Monde, how could you betray the duties We set before you…? How could so easily betray the love between ‘the creations’?” Her voice chased away all over sounds as if they were petty preditors in the night with its reverberating yet still gentle tone. It echoed in his head almost painfully. She shook her head solemnly and moved quietly to him. She jerked every now and then under the strain, her body gave out sounds like it was being crushed and realigned at these times. “ You have become evil, Volle Monde. Your ambition has consumed you. You would try and replace Us on the throne. It pains Us.” She drew back her sword and took him by the waist. “ We are very sorry. We did love you. You just, did not love Us…” She embraced him instead, and he stared down at her realizing what was happening at last.

“ Your little world is impossible. Ridding the world of me will not save it.” He stared at her evenly with those black eyes...lying eyes...

“ We are starting over. Everything…All of the angels, demons, Our lieutenants…everything will be renewed.” She nodded and pulled away from him. “ But, you must pay for your sins, Volle Monde. We cannot let you come back to the world where you would try to corrupt it again. Death…he is the solution.” She plunged the sword into his chest and his body lurched at the unexpected power in it. Her holy weapon slid in and made the muffled sounds of a key turning in a lock. Light poured out from the wound and wrapped around him lovingly. Luminous fingers curled around his body, slithered around the limbs as if to claim them as their own in its deceptively gentle grip. The light lapped at him with its flaming togues that set his clothes and hair on fire. His skin cracked and bubbled under the heat. It pealed off and charred in flakes that floated to the ground.

The room was filled with an eerie peace, despite the gruesome scene set before her. She felt as he did about her: accomplished that she was decimating him, destroying every piece of him.“ Beautiful, purging flames. It We cannot convince those of their evil… let Us burn it out.” She smiled at him, that sorrow still lingering in her eyes. His wretched form faded into memory and she swayed under the strain of the current and foreign master of her. He has created him... and We destroyed him...destroyed him...He told Us to destroy it all...Let Us do His will now, child. Sense lingered just out of her reach, she felt herself pull the sword out of the black remains of her former master and walk out of the room, but all she could see was white.

Everywhere...white...yes, white…a beautiful clean white.