Demon Eyes
Ok, this is my next entry for the brigits_flame challenge for week two.
Week 2 Prompt: Demons
Title: Demon Eyes
Author's note: Right, so since the prompts sort of go hand in hand, I decided to explore the world of "Dark Angels" a bit more. However, this introduces a whole new character: Nathanael. I've had him on my mind for a few days, and only just this evening named him. He is Gabriel's son. It's no necessary to read Dark Angel before reading this, but it would certainly give you a better feel for the story, and a bit more background on who and what Nathanael is. I hope you guys enjoy this. It isn't nearly as long as my first original was, but I think it reveals just as much. I am really enjoying developing these characters. Feedback is always appreciated.
Demon Eyes
Nathanael looked around to see the catastrophe ensued by his own hands. How he loved the smell of death. He gloried in the feel of life flowing out of the weak, human bodies, fueling the burn to his very core. To them, he was the demon. He was the unholy being from the very pits of Hell itself.
However, when he looked at them, all he saw was the inhumanity they possessed. He saw the monster in their eyes. They rape, pillage, murder, steal, cheat, and so much more, all to each other. They were the monsters.
Not all are so monstrous, Nathanael.
Nathanael cringed at that voice. It was always there, always in his mind; always reminding him of what he'd lost. What they'd taken from him. She was so beautiful, so pure, so good. Even as a child, she would collect injured birds and nurse them back to health. Birds that he himself had probably hurt. He had done it to tease her then, and she knew it. It never phased her. She would simply pick them up, cradle them in her arms, crooning like a mother to a dear child, and carry them to her make-shift nursury. He never understood it.
“They all deserve the chance to live, Nathan. Everyone deserves a chance.”
They were playmates as children, but as they grew, they became lovers. Evangelista. His Evie. She had been his world. They were happy once. So long ago. Before that happiness was torn from him by the filthy humans she swore were so good. That last moment would be etched into his mind for all eternity. Try as he had, he had gotten to her too late.
“Nathan, my love,” she said with a soft smile on her face, even as flames licked her porcelain skin.
It was the time of superstition and paranoia of witches and black magic, and they had deemed her to be one of them. He hadn't heard until it was too late. With the crowds gathered round her, screaming and cheering the “burning of the witch,” all he could feel was himself, dying inside as she died. He wanted to lunge himself into the flames with her, and would have had his body cooperated with his mind.
“I will always be with you, my darling. Don't lose yourself. Remember the birds,” she said with tears coursing down her face.
“EVIE!” was all he could scream as he collapsed to the ground, weeping uncontrollably.
Nathan died that day. Nathan, Evie's beloved; Nathan the good, kind man who learned to heal and nurture, instead of kill and torture. Still yet, he never could bring himself to harm another bird.
Now, looking around at the limp bodies lying around him, the stench of death heavy in the air, it still didn't seem like adequate recompense for what he had lost. Once, he had loved the smell of flowers in Evie's hair. Now, he loved the smell of blood as it poured out of his victims; the aroma of fear as he stalked them, knowing their life was about to end. He had loved listening to the soft, melodic songs she used to sing. Now, he lived for the screams of agony that would peal out of the weaklings' bodies. He would never again bask in the beauty of her angelic smile. All that was left now was Nathanael, the hunter, the killer.
So what did he see when he gazed into the eyes of these humans? He saw monsters, demons. They were demon eyes.
Week 2 Prompt: Demons
Title: Demon Eyes
Author's note: Right, so since the prompts sort of go hand in hand, I decided to explore the world of "Dark Angels" a bit more. However, this introduces a whole new character: Nathanael. I've had him on my mind for a few days, and only just this evening named him. He is Gabriel's son. It's no necessary to read Dark Angel before reading this, but it would certainly give you a better feel for the story, and a bit more background on who and what Nathanael is. I hope you guys enjoy this. It isn't nearly as long as my first original was, but I think it reveals just as much. I am really enjoying developing these characters. Feedback is always appreciated.
Demon Eyes
Nathanael looked around to see the catastrophe ensued by his own hands. How he loved the smell of death. He gloried in the feel of life flowing out of the weak, human bodies, fueling the burn to his very core. To them, he was the demon. He was the unholy being from the very pits of Hell itself.
However, when he looked at them, all he saw was the inhumanity they possessed. He saw the monster in their eyes. They rape, pillage, murder, steal, cheat, and so much more, all to each other. They were the monsters.
Not all are so monstrous, Nathanael.
Nathanael cringed at that voice. It was always there, always in his mind; always reminding him of what he'd lost. What they'd taken from him. She was so beautiful, so pure, so good. Even as a child, she would collect injured birds and nurse them back to health. Birds that he himself had probably hurt. He had done it to tease her then, and she knew it. It never phased her. She would simply pick them up, cradle them in her arms, crooning like a mother to a dear child, and carry them to her make-shift nursury. He never understood it.
“They all deserve the chance to live, Nathan. Everyone deserves a chance.”
They were playmates as children, but as they grew, they became lovers. Evangelista. His Evie. She had been his world. They were happy once. So long ago. Before that happiness was torn from him by the filthy humans she swore were so good. That last moment would be etched into his mind for all eternity. Try as he had, he had gotten to her too late.
“Nathan, my love,” she said with a soft smile on her face, even as flames licked her porcelain skin.
It was the time of superstition and paranoia of witches and black magic, and they had deemed her to be one of them. He hadn't heard until it was too late. With the crowds gathered round her, screaming and cheering the “burning of the witch,” all he could feel was himself, dying inside as she died. He wanted to lunge himself into the flames with her, and would have had his body cooperated with his mind.
“I will always be with you, my darling. Don't lose yourself. Remember the birds,” she said with tears coursing down her face.
“EVIE!” was all he could scream as he collapsed to the ground, weeping uncontrollably.
Nathan died that day. Nathan, Evie's beloved; Nathan the good, kind man who learned to heal and nurture, instead of kill and torture. Still yet, he never could bring himself to harm another bird.
Now, looking around at the limp bodies lying around him, the stench of death heavy in the air, it still didn't seem like adequate recompense for what he had lost. Once, he had loved the smell of flowers in Evie's hair. Now, he loved the smell of blood as it poured out of his victims; the aroma of fear as he stalked them, knowing their life was about to end. He had loved listening to the soft, melodic songs she used to sing. Now, he lived for the screams of agony that would peal out of the weaklings' bodies. He would never again bask in the beauty of her angelic smile. All that was left now was Nathanael, the hunter, the killer.
So what did he see when he gazed into the eyes of these humans? He saw monsters, demons. They were demon eyes.