Post by soulsurfer on Apr 14, 2009 15:16:46 GMT -5
He ran. He ran like death was at his heels; and in a way, you could say that it was. The night was pitch black; even the moon was hiding
The sound of his labored breathing echoed loud in his ears; like thunder upon the brain. Within the trees the chilling call of a raven sounded; creating a deep foreboding within the soldier.
He had killed so many, had been feared on the battlefield, and respected within his army; yet was terrified as he had never been before.
This was not a battle he could win; and the end was catching up with him quickly.
His foot caught on a root suddenly, and he went down. Struggling to regain his footing he stilled; dread consuming him as a pale hand came into view. Glancing up his breathing left his lungs in a rush.
It was here.
Jumping to his feet he stumbled back; his heart beating frantically in his throat.
The pale man drew back his hand with a smile, his black eyes gleaming. “Ah. Alister, it’s so nice to see you again.”
Alister began to jerkidly shake his head; the movement making him look crazed. “No, I can’t, I’m not ready.”
A pale eyebrow rose on the man’s face. “But it is time, surely you remember the terms of our bargain.”
Alister continued to shake his head, backing up as he did so. “I was stupid, I didn’t realize the consequences.”
The pale man’s face darkened suddenly, becoming something frightening and evil. “No one ever does, but can I be blamed for your stupidity?!” His head jerked to the sky suddenly, and he let out a deep sigh; his face becoming inhumanly beautiful once again “It doesn’t matter.” He said, his gaze returning to the soldier. “I’ll have your soul either way.”
His eyes growing wide, the soldier ran again; trying to escape his fate.
He didn’t get very far.
The shadows slithered across the ground; catching his feet and bringing him to his knees. He screamed; beating at them as they traveled up his body, but they were like smoke; untouchable. His cry filled the night; sounding wild and haunting, the shadows scurried greedily up the soldier’s throat and into his mouth. He felt them sliding down his esophagus and filling his stomach until he felt as if he was going to burst.
Falling to his hands and knees, Alister tried to pull air into his starved lungs, his stomach clenching in pain. Tremors wracked his body like he had the death grasp, and then all was silent.
The pale man leaned forward intently, his eyes focused on the soldier before him. The dark haired man jerked up suddenly, gasping in deep gulps of air. He began to stand, his body rigid and stiff.
As he turned the pale man smiled darkly, his eyes glowing.
The soldier was pale, his skin no longer bronzed by the sun, and his eyes no longer held they’re emerald hue, but were dark as the blackest night.
“And he shall be my soldier now.” The pale man said stepping forward slowly. “My crusader against the holy, my executioner of the damned; death, is his path.”
The soldier smiled.
****************
He was death; the harbinger of pain and sorrow, and all feared him. To see him was an omen of doom, to hear him was to grow blind with hopelessness.
On wings of black soot he patrolled the sky, searching for any to bear witness to the massacre of the soul; when all along he searches for light.
The one being who could pale his growing darkness; redeemer of lost souls.
The one whose beauty would obscure the demon within like new fallen snow during a winter’s night. And so he waits……
Alister walked amoung the masses, his trench catching in the wind behind him. Many stares were cast his way, only to almost immediatly look away, in fear and confusion. They didn't understand why they're hearts quickened as they glanced upon him, why dread so profound filled they're belly. But he did, oh yes, he did...
His red eyes narrowing on an elderly man in the distance, Alister quickened his feet, seeming almost to glide across the stone walkway. As he made his progress people made a wide berth for him, almost sensing that to touch him would be a sure death.
He was upon the old greying man at last, and Alister could hear his labored breathing like thunder in his ears.
The man stilled suddenly, as if sensing his presense, and Alister watched with a raised brow as he turned stiffly, his pale blue eyes filled with a sudden knowledge.
"It is my time..." The old man whispered, acceptance written on his face.
Without a word Alister lifted his hand, pressing his palm flat against the elderly man's chest; then turned and walked away.
He didn't have to look to know that the man was bowed over in pain, grasping his heart, that people had begun to gather around him as he fell to the ground, his body jerking from the death tremmor.
He didn't have to turn to find him dead, for he already felt the old man's soul gatherin deep within his own chest....
The sound of his labored breathing echoed loud in his ears; like thunder upon the brain. Within the trees the chilling call of a raven sounded; creating a deep foreboding within the soldier.
He had killed so many, had been feared on the battlefield, and respected within his army; yet was terrified as he had never been before.
This was not a battle he could win; and the end was catching up with him quickly.
His foot caught on a root suddenly, and he went down. Struggling to regain his footing he stilled; dread consuming him as a pale hand came into view. Glancing up his breathing left his lungs in a rush.
It was here.
Jumping to his feet he stumbled back; his heart beating frantically in his throat.
The pale man drew back his hand with a smile, his black eyes gleaming. “Ah. Alister, it’s so nice to see you again.”
Alister began to jerkidly shake his head; the movement making him look crazed. “No, I can’t, I’m not ready.”
A pale eyebrow rose on the man’s face. “But it is time, surely you remember the terms of our bargain.”
Alister continued to shake his head, backing up as he did so. “I was stupid, I didn’t realize the consequences.”
The pale man’s face darkened suddenly, becoming something frightening and evil. “No one ever does, but can I be blamed for your stupidity?!” His head jerked to the sky suddenly, and he let out a deep sigh; his face becoming inhumanly beautiful once again “It doesn’t matter.” He said, his gaze returning to the soldier. “I’ll have your soul either way.”
His eyes growing wide, the soldier ran again; trying to escape his fate.
He didn’t get very far.
The shadows slithered across the ground; catching his feet and bringing him to his knees. He screamed; beating at them as they traveled up his body, but they were like smoke; untouchable. His cry filled the night; sounding wild and haunting, the shadows scurried greedily up the soldier’s throat and into his mouth. He felt them sliding down his esophagus and filling his stomach until he felt as if he was going to burst.
Falling to his hands and knees, Alister tried to pull air into his starved lungs, his stomach clenching in pain. Tremors wracked his body like he had the death grasp, and then all was silent.
The pale man leaned forward intently, his eyes focused on the soldier before him. The dark haired man jerked up suddenly, gasping in deep gulps of air. He began to stand, his body rigid and stiff.
As he turned the pale man smiled darkly, his eyes glowing.
The soldier was pale, his skin no longer bronzed by the sun, and his eyes no longer held they’re emerald hue, but were dark as the blackest night.
“And he shall be my soldier now.” The pale man said stepping forward slowly. “My crusader against the holy, my executioner of the damned; death, is his path.”
The soldier smiled.
****************
He was death; the harbinger of pain and sorrow, and all feared him. To see him was an omen of doom, to hear him was to grow blind with hopelessness.
On wings of black soot he patrolled the sky, searching for any to bear witness to the massacre of the soul; when all along he searches for light.
The one being who could pale his growing darkness; redeemer of lost souls.
The one whose beauty would obscure the demon within like new fallen snow during a winter’s night. And so he waits……
Alister walked amoung the masses, his trench catching in the wind behind him. Many stares were cast his way, only to almost immediatly look away, in fear and confusion. They didn't understand why they're hearts quickened as they glanced upon him, why dread so profound filled they're belly. But he did, oh yes, he did...
His red eyes narrowing on an elderly man in the distance, Alister quickened his feet, seeming almost to glide across the stone walkway. As he made his progress people made a wide berth for him, almost sensing that to touch him would be a sure death.
He was upon the old greying man at last, and Alister could hear his labored breathing like thunder in his ears.
The man stilled suddenly, as if sensing his presense, and Alister watched with a raised brow as he turned stiffly, his pale blue eyes filled with a sudden knowledge.
"It is my time..." The old man whispered, acceptance written on his face.
Without a word Alister lifted his hand, pressing his palm flat against the elderly man's chest; then turned and walked away.
He didn't have to look to know that the man was bowed over in pain, grasping his heart, that people had begun to gather around him as he fell to the ground, his body jerking from the death tremmor.
He didn't have to turn to find him dead, for he already felt the old man's soul gatherin deep within his own chest....