How far I'll go
The viper hadn't been able to hold in her grief for long, just enough to be away from the site of her brother's murder before she had suddenly broken into a run, the pain and anger mingling together in her chest and finally spilled over as tears. Her paws ate at the ground as she fled, grasses turned to hardened stone and the air cooled and even as she tore a paw pad open on a sharp pebble she didn't stop, instead she used the pain to drive her ever forwards. Finally she could run no more and she slowed to a stop before a large hole in the ground, she could feel heat radiating up from within it's bowels and for a moment the woman wondered if she'd found herself at the gates of hell. Mammon swiped her face along her forelegs, wiping her tears away. "Alright fuckers!" She muttered to no one in particular. I am done letting you get away with the murder of my family." She whirled around so that the hole was behind her. "Come and get me assholes!" She roared, half expecting Abba himself to emerge to rise to her challenge. |
The light Bringer heard the girl’s furious call and started on his journey toward her, gliding soundlessly across the north. He had seen Gabriel and had marked Michael for a reckoning for his own, knowing their apparently crazed brother had done something that was wildly out of his jurisdiction. Lucifer was still the target, his unnatural grip on Gabriel’s soul would need to be exorcised before it festered and devoured him, but he would die before standing behind Michael after taking The Father’s justice into his own hands.
The last time he had seen the girl she was nothing more than a squabbling pup, blind and deaf, unknowing to the blight Lucifer- then Samael- had brought upon her simply because of his own lustful hedonism. She as completely innocent in her own right but for the sin of her father, but that was not her cross to bear, Raphael knew this, in spite of what Abba may have believed The Light Bringer was just as merciful as Gabriel. He would relinquish the hold The Lord Of Flies had placed upon her, free her from the original sin of her father in a baptism. She would be free to find her own destiny, so long as she did what her father had been too proud to do; turn her back from Lucifer, and join him in bringing the vile creature’s end.
Finally, she came into view, he walked toward her, calmly, unthreatened and unimpeded. He kept his head low, tail wavering fluidly behind him, attempting to appear as non-threatening as he could, The Light Bringer could be quite the sight to behold and no doubt she would need a moment when she realized who he was. “Child.” His booming voice called once he was a safe distance away; close enough to be heard and address her, but far enough that he could run if she came at him immediately. “Child, do not fret. I do not wish to hurt you.” He rumbled. “I simply wish to talk.”
Speaking Thinking You |
He approached as an angel from over the horizon, the brilliance of his pelt almost felt blinding to a child so used to the shadows. Still Mammon knew if he was an angel she'd rather throw her lot in with hell and all it's demons. She knew him by his scent, it's stench ingrained in her memory and she couldn't help but laugh, high and loud and maniacal, that one of Abba's agents would show himself before her now as she craved so desperately to tear them apart. Mammon might have been tempted rush him and tear his throat if she wasn't suddenly very much aware of the aching of her torn paw and that it would be suicide to attack as she was now. The viper might have thought highly of herself but she wasn't a fool and she had so much more she wanted to do; so instead she watched him with narrowed eyes and barred fangs, her hatred plain upon her face."I simply wish to talk." Mammon snorted in derision, venom dripping from her lips as she spoke, her voice clear and loud, it's very tone stained with her pain and her anger. "Is that what you told Bel- Belphegor before you sons of bitches ripped his heart from his chest?" Her voice hitched slightly as she spoke her brother's name. "Or was he not worth even speaking too before his brutal murder?" She spat the word as if it was poison in her mouth. In truth she did not know which of her "uncles and aunts" had been there, had done the deed and she didn't care. She and her siblings hadn't been given the benefit of a doubt for their father's sins and so she wouldn't give them one for the sins of one of their own. "I'm sure you cowards feel so good about yourselves, killing a wolf who never once fought back." The most slothful of her siblings she could just imagine the wolf in front of her attacking him as he napped. |