John, John John, Jimmy John, Johnson? Hmm, that is the name I’ve given myself to hide amongst the shadows of normality. For a long time, I thought that I could adapt with the regular people: A life of knowing it all, desires to be something bigger, to stand out amongst the crowd, but in reality, I was a strange guy. For good reason I’ve chosen to hide my real identity and have people assume that I was hyper active, very sarcastic, a joke cracker, eh, I could care less. The only people who’ve gotten to know my real personality are two, my best friend Leon, the destroyer Bolverkr, and his hot bitch of a wife, Samantha, Abyzou.
I met Leon when he accidentally killed his entire village along with his parents. That surge of power, the humongous exposure he made to himself to the world, and especially, gaining the attention of those wicked Exorcists; I had to be the first to grab him, and take him into my grasp of knowledge and teach him to control his powers. The upside for me being the first to meet him in his fallout was the poor guy couldn’t remember much of what he did. That gave me such a huge advantage to be trustworthy in that berserk mind of his. Unfortunately, the poor sap even forgot about his parents once he was stable enough to think. Oh, bless the tragic boy's heart. But, once I took him into my wing, I transformed him from a quiet, timid, explosive kid, to a relaxed, chilled yet shy guy. He grew up to be a ladies man, and for me being stuck in my late teens for decades made me envious of the guy, but ultimately, as time progressed, instead of planning to use him as a vessel for my ultimate plans, he became my brother from another mother, bwahahaha!
I’ve met a lot of people in my long seemingly immortal life, but there’s only one guy that I can for sure, call my blood brother, although, we can’t be together as the best of friends because of our opposite parties' policies and beliefs. Yet, there are times when we do see each other and hangout, the universe knows we’re meant to be pals! Eh, I know it can’t happen, but what’s stopping me from messing with this world willing to be taken advantage of! Nothing that’s why bwahaha!
Ahem, back to the original self monologue, Leon was doing just fine, until we joined the academy and began learning the practices of Witchcraft. He changed a bit, at first, I didn’t know why, until that woman Samantha was first introduced. I knew right off the bat who and what she was, but Leon couldn’t since he was a naive young man. My eyes can see all, and her intentions were just as cold as her gaze. I saw the hell she wanted to enact upon the world, and the greed she wanted to indulge. Already, she claimed one victim before Leon, and seeing him become a vessel to her dream, witnessing her transformation first hand: My stupid mind thought, if anyone could tame the beast, it’ll be her. Yet, when the time came when the bitch went bat shit crazy, who could tame her? No one! Not a single fucking person, that was until the other weird lady came into the picture.
Yeah, the weird Exorcist Lady in the huge awesome dress and that umbrella of hers. I met her dozens of times and in every single encounter, she really busted my balls and spooked me out. She was nice though, a really cool character, and despite following the church, she’s a very accepting individual. She’ll hear both sides of the party before enacting her judgment!
In the aftermath, once reality was reestablished and puzzled back together by that frightful woman of an Exorcist who’s no longer here with us; I boldly asked her before she faded into the sunset, why she decided to save Abyzou, and her ambition? She replied to me with the most intriguing answer I still have intact into my fucked up brain besides the dream I have! That no one will know, hegh hegh! Blagha! She looked deep into my eyes, letting me see her fate, and answered—
“One day, she’ll be normal, just like the rest of us.”
Ahhh! I get goosebumps every time I hear her timid, soothing voice repeat that statement. Nevertheless, until that day comes, I’ll be waiting, and in William's life, I want to see it firsthand! For now, someone else has my mind intrigued, and my sights set on their story too, a young depressed man named Jack Samr; A tragic character whom the world will learn soon enough. For now, I’ll be a spectator and guide him to the path that’ll answer his many questions about his unique mysterious life. Because in the end—I, John Malificus, will be an endeavor to a tragedy in the making. Ahh, shit! What the hell am I doing?! What a joy, a joy everyone! My bad my bad, let's get back to our regularly scheduled program!
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The dust particles around them gave the feeling of isolation, an eerie feeling of dryness, the sensation of being in a scorching desert without the heat made Jack Samr frozen in fear. John, his smile, genuine, intrigued couldn’t retain his joy to be alone with the problematic young man. He let out a small chuckle and spread his arms out, and basked in the dimension of dustiness and chilled sandstorms. They died down, and all that was left were particles of tinted blue specs floating around them. John collided his palms, which made Jack jump.
“Now then, let's get this show started.”
Jack scratched his head, and swallowed.
“O-Okay…”
“First thing, let me be clear here, my intentions are not to use you, harm you or your loved ones, I’m just here as a lending hand.”
“In what way?”
John pouted.
“You say it like I haven’t helped you out before kiddo?!”
“Yeah, but it was a dire situation and you kinda just showed up outta nowhere.”
“Sheesh kid, buzzkill much? I did help in a way, and if it weren’t for me then Leon would’ve most likely destroyed us all.”
“Th-that is true…”
“Then, shut up, quit being a Debbie downer and just let someone that genuinely wants to lend you a hand explain the situation you’re in.”
Jack couldn’t bear the thought of being betrayed again. Every time someone abnormal, potentially normal, maybe a friendly person, an ally, in turn, has stabbed him in the back or used him in a way. Hesitant, persistent, Jack still isn’t sure if he wants to follow in John’s saying. Right now, to the young man, words have no meaning, only action, and he’d rather see it happen than for him to just say.
“If you’re still conflicted about my rational mind, then let me rephrase who and what I am!”
He put his hands forward, turned his palms to him, and spat into them. He rubbed them together, and threw one hand forward, and transformed the area into a wonderland of peace and bright lights.
“Wh-where are we now?”
John tilted his head.
“Intrigued are we? Well, how about we do this.”
He put his other hand forward, and closed his fists, and Jack blinked once, and his open eyes began to tremble.
“A-are we in…?”
He gazed around his surroundings, and couldn’t believe his eyes. The staircase, the huge living room, and the feeling of home gave the young man a sense of calmness and nostalgia. But, ultimately, he found his feelings hurt, and wanted to burst into tears.
“Is this my… home?”
John came from upstairs, drinking a glass of what looked to be pop.
“Beats me! But say, the two people up there don’t look too good, might wanna check on them.”
Jack’s heart sank, and he rushed upstairs, and pushed John out of the way.
“Hey asshole! Excuse you!”
He knew what room he spoke of, and ran to it. He quickly grabbed the door knob, twisted, and opened it, but he found himself in another setting, this time the room he slept in when he was under Dr. Cato’s wing.
“Wh…at?”
John opened the door behind him, dressed in a doctor's outfit, and loudly cleared his throat while holding a clipboard.
“Yeah, um, Mr. Jack Samr, is it? Aherm! According to my observations and quick diagnosis, it appears to be that you are very hung with the past my friend. Oh, and it also says that you’re freaking nuts!”
Jack ground his teeth, and walked past John.
“Hey hey! We haven’t even discussed your medicine and treatment!”
Jack walked out the door and into the hallway, and found himself standing in a dark street. Across from where he stood from the chills sending shivers across his body, he saw Alexandria, waiting in the cold winter night.
“Alex?!” he shouted.
She didn’t hear him, and he tried running to her, but the distant honks of an oncoming car grew louder and louder. Jack was then struck by the car, and turned his vision white. Once the flash had gone away, and the sound of the horn distorted from his subconscious, he’s standing in a snow storm.
“H…uh…?”
The blizzard fogged his vision, his steamed breath, he could’ve barely seen. The shivers, the frost bite, it all felt familiar and he stepped forward, and saw someone standing in the cloud of smeared whiteness. He tried reaching out, but they vanished within the blizzard, and Jack dropped to his knees, closing his eyes. He felt someone smack his head, and he froze to death from the blizzard.
“Oiy?! Come now, a lil snow doesn’t hurt anyone? Jack? Oh shit, oo, not good, you’ve become a frozen popsicle.” John chuckled.
He clapped his hands, and the two were back in the original dimension Jack was summoned in. Jack was able to move his arms, and carefully stood on his feet. He let out a deep sigh, and didn’t bother lifting his head up.
“What did you show me?” he asked.
His weakened tone gave John a grin, and he stepped backwards, energetically moving around until he came to a stop with a pair of stairs summoning below his feet. He climbed up the rising stone staircase until a chair erupted from behind, and he sat on his throne, and cleared his raspy tone.
“What else did I show you? I showed you your subconscious my friend.”
Jack didn’t say anything nor move a muscle.
“Hmm, you still don’t seem convinced, maybe we outta bring out a storm that likes to scorch your mind with confusion.”
John wiggled his finger, and an apparition of someone appeared in front of Jack. They were distorted, blurry, but the shape was related to someone whom Jack can identify by their backside. They glanced around, and once they saw Jack, they tried reaching for him, but they couldn’t move from where they were summoned.
“Jack!”
“Mallory?!” Jack said, quickly bringing up his gaze.
He saw the apparition and they were blown away by a gust of wind. Jack’s eyes trembled, and he shook his head.
“My my, it took that to have you snap back? Okay okay, now that you’re fine, let's discuss why you’re here, in my world.”
“No no no, hold up!”
Jack put his foot down, and furrowed his brows.
“How do you know of Mallory?!”
“Malla who? Oh, you mean that hot gothic chick in your brain?! Damn, that’s a wicked name for—”
“Hey, asshole, just answer my question. Isn’t that why you have me around in the first place? To answer my burdens and give me an idea as to what I’m truly up against? Perhaps give me a hint as to what lies ahead for my worthless life?”
John put his hands forward, and put both his index fingers up.
“Wait a minute, slow down there cowboy. Let's not get ahead of ourselves pal.”
“Listen, asshole…”
Jack marched forward, and knit his brows.
“My best friend’s been missing for almost a month, I’m in an alternate reality where my sister isn’t a clingy soulless bitch, life isn’t so bad besides all that’s unfolded recently, but most of all…”
Jack’s face transtioned into complete disappointment.
“...I’m not even sure if I’ll be sane after the resolution to the madness I’ve happened to be apart from.”
John dug two fingers to the top of his nostrils.
“Jesus man, relax will ya? I know how you feel. Alright, ask me something then, anything if it’ll cool you down and bring some sort of sunlight into your god forsaken mood of yours.”
Jack hesitated, and thought about what he wanted to ask first. He thought and he thought, but couldn’t find something decent to question at the moment besides his knowing of Mallory.
“The girl inside of my soul, what is she?”
John shrugged, and grinned.
“Beats me.”
“Oh you’ve got to be—”
“I mean I might have an idea, but sorry to tell you this kiddo, but I ain’t allowed.”
“Wh-why not?”
“Rules, and I’m not the one who should be the one to tell you. But let's ask about Witches', Esper’s, those scary Christian people and more importantly, about your friend. No offense, but right now it’s not about you, it’s about her, heh heh.”
“So much for my sense of hospitality.”
“Aw, come on big guy, don’t be so down, joy up!”
John leaped out of the seat, and posed in an old fashion roaring twenties dance pose.
“It’ll clear up your mind once and awhile. You saw what it’s dormant. How about it, you big blue cloud.”
Jack can’t help it. After everything he’s undergone, and with Sarah still in enemies hands, how could he find any reason to be happy? Even if it’s just for a second, it’ll wither away more than the peace he thought he had during the first month after William altered reality. Unfortunately, Jack Samr had no other choice but to ask of his current situation.
“What’s Samantha’s true objective, and why have they taken Sarah?”
“That’s the spirit, kiddo.”
John sat back down, and combed his hair with an actual comb.
“Samantha, what a wicked yet gorgeous woman. Her objective, if you paid attention, is quite obvious!”
He clapped his hands, and a flock of geese appeared in front of Jack, and marched past him, quaking. In the middle were three ducklings, and on each end of them, were the parents. They waddled off, and one of the parents stopped, and quaked at Jack before they faded away.
“To own ducks?” Jack answered.
John rolled his eyes, but chuckled.
“No stupid! Her goals to have a family! Haven’t you seen all the signals, the way she treats her daughter, and more importantly, the way she treated Leon?”
Jack did remember all the teasing and provoction that had Leon on the verge of exploding. Yet, hearing everything else about her, her goal and story told sounded completely different.
“If that were the case, then why would she crumble the world to her feet?”
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John rubbed his chin, and snapped his fingers.
“Do you really wanna know?!”
“I mean, I’m asking so what else could I be saying?”
His sarcastic tone and nonchalant attitude made John grimace.
“Freaking smartass. Okay, if you really wanna know, it’s because of the Exorcist’s who took it a step too far in stopping her. When she thought she had lost it all, she went crazy, and was birthed into the Sin Of Envy! Abyzou!”
“Again, with that name. Is that her actual name? Or is it Samantha?”
John wiggled his finger and laughed.
“Complicated indeed! Born as Samantha, a human name given to her rightfully, but Abyzou granted by the world! She’s both, and neither separate, but a calamity of three!”
“Cala—what now?”
“Ooo, forgot to keep that a secret. Uh, well, I’ll give a small hint as to what it is. Aherm-he-herm! The three great calamities! All were born seperate from each other, but told to be awakened, and walk amongst us in our dreaded future. The first was born during the dark ages but for only a month while the second happened to be Samantha, and the last…”
John grew serious, and balled his fist, bringing it up to his face.
“...was just over ten years ago. It was a dreary day, and a day all of existence was brought to zero: Only one man was able to defeat it, and bring the peace and normality back to us; his name permanently in supernatural records and a legend forever, William H. Christ the Sixth!”
“Th-that sounds awful, but I find it conflicted.”
“Mm, why so?”
Jack remembered the very first conversation he had with Samantha where she explained the existence of every known Sin that was born and brought to their demise by the great William. During the explanations, she said they were the most troublesome to the world, but never mentioned the just revealed calamities. Amongst all the Sins born, besides two, all of them were Exorcist’s.
“When Samantha and I spoke in our first meeting, she mentioned the existence of the seven deadly Sins, and when she revealed them all, most were Exorcist’s.”
John tapped his chin, and snapped his fingers.
“Correct you are, kiddo. It’s true, Exorcists were most of the beholders of Sin. Funny when they follow God and the church but to backstab and abuse the power given to them really says a lot in the people they thought they could entrust.”
“Right, and what I’m trying to understand is who’s done more harm to the world? Is Samantha that terrible? Or is the other embodiment of Sins really that much worse as she claimed?”
“Bwahaha! Of course she’s worse, Jack. All three have done the worst to the world. And the day they all co-exist, it’ll be the end of us all.”
“Really? But how could that be true when William exists?”
John’s face turned still, and his eyes glinted.
“Because Jack…”
John hunched forward from his seat, and frowned.
“...William won’t be around when that happens.”
Jack grew shocked hearing that, and grew sweaty.
“Ho-how do you know that so confidently?”
John pointed at his ghostly eyes, and grinned.
“These, right here, is the answer to that.”
He eerily brought his other hand up, and suddenly clapped, which spooked Jack.
“Enough of that! Lets talk more about your situation and how we can resolve it against those dumb followers of the clan that represents Envy.”
Jack was growing stressed and felt his brain rotting from John consistently changing subjects. He mildly groaned, and took a deep breath before speaking again.
“Yeah, I guess we can get back to that. Wh-what can I do to get Sarah back and what and who am I really up against?”
John flailed his arm, and posed.
“We’re up against an army, kiddo! And not just an exaggeration, it’s a magnitude of deranged followers!”
“An army of them? Like what? Near a hundred?”
“Hundred?! Bwahahahaha! You kill me! No, way past five thousand.”
Jack felt his soul leave his body, and collapsed to his knees.
“O-o-over… five thousand?” he muttered. “You’ve-you’ve got to be shitting me?”
John shook his head.
“I’m afraid I’m not, but hey, at least you know, heheh.”
Jack slowly clutched his head, and felt more defeated than ever.
“What am I supposed to do now? I-I stand literally no chance. Wait, I never even stood a chance even from the beginning of all this madness.”
John leaped out of his throne.
“Don’t be so down. You still have one asset on your side.”
John snapped his fingers, and a screen erupted from behind him. It displayed Leon, who was building up his mana, his body shaking, and anger swelling.
“My dear friend, Leon the destroyer.”
Leon exploded, and the screen shattered.
“Damn it Leon!”
“Huh? Wh-what’s going on?”
“Oh, what you just saw was his soul. Right now, he’s lost, and hasn’t figured out if he wants to return to the living. He’s fighting a war amongst himself, and fighting the spell Samantha’s using to revive him. But, I don’t think he’s going to be dead for much longer. The one thing that has him still a wandering lost spirit is the love for his daughter.”
Jack felt bad, and grabbed his arm.
“It’s my fault he was killed. If it weren’t for my outburst then he would’ve still been here with us.”
John puckered his lips, and flailed his hand at Jack.
“Pfft, please! You’d really think Leon was killed because of you? Nonsense. He was tricked, and ambushed by two people whom he thought were acquaintances or maybe friends.”
John grew serious and let out a disappointed sigh.
“That damn Ravana knew his weakness. Yet, I gotta give it to him for actually taking him down.”
John’s eyes glinted for a moment, and Jack felt his anger reach him from the heat pulsing from beneath his feet.
“To be honest, seeing him killed like a dog really boiled my blood. Yet, I couldn’t do anything to help him because it’s not my fight nor the way the world wants to tell the story.”
He balled his fist, and manically grinned.
“But they’ll see us soon enough. Don’t you worry Jack Samr. The next time we see each other again, will be the day they’ll be begging for mercy!”
John shouted, and his dimension shattered to a familiar grassy homey setting to Jack. The young man watched as the shards of the previous reality scattered on the ground. He stood on his feet, glanced around, and felt a nice breeze coming from behind him. John was standing in tall grass, and calmed down his nerves by taking a breathing exercise.
“Ooo, I almost lost my nerves there for a second heheh. Okay, listen listen, right now, watcha gotta do is get back to Samantha, and see what the hell she’s up to. Remember Jack, she’s the key to all of this ending.”
John poofed a cigar into existence, and ignited it with a finger tip.
“The sooner we get Samantha to act out of line, the better this mess resolves itself.”
Jack didn’t understand what John meant, and wanted to ask more about it.
“Have her act out of line? What would happen if she does? The end of the world again?”
John smiled with the lit cigar as smoke creeped out of his mouth.
“Once that arrogant hateful gorgeous woman acts out of her coordination, then the great William will have no choice but to step in.”
Jack grew shocked to hear that, and crossed his arms.
“William? You think he’d really appear if Samantha decides to engage in the issue?”
John smoked, and smoked. He took the cigar out, and blew smoke into the air, which turned the sky into an eerie magma red.
“He’ll have no choice but to. Trust me, it’s what his duty is, Jack Samr.”
The high level Witch spread his arms out to the sides as the smoking cigar began to light up the area.
“There’s no greater threat than the most feared, most powerful, almighty, William H. Christ!”
Jack gulped, and shut his eyes for a moment.
“Even after beating this, once William’s attention comes back on me full-time, even though I know for a fact I stand no chance against him: There’s no chance of me ever defeating or even dreaming of beating William, right?”
John laughed out loud, and grabbed the cigar, flicking it away.
“William can’t be beat, Jack. He’s unbeatable, his power is limitless, if what he says that God’s real, despite little to no evidence that shows it: Among the many in the supernatural world, William is the true God of this reality.”
Hearing that made Jack turn pale, and throw up from the reality he’s already assumed about William. But to have someone else, someone more knowledgeable about the true nature of the world and someone who’s met him state that Jack’s not only up against an unbeatable cornucopia of foes; The fact amongst them all, one is the supposed God of the world that every religion worships. He threw up one more time and wiped his mouth, spitting a lot afterwards. He wiped one more time before speaking and looking back at John.
“Man, what a fucking reality check to receive.”
“Is it?! It should be a good one because William’s not your enemy Jack Samr. He’s no one’s other than the fallen spirits, demons, wretched corrupted individual's who wish to conquer the world. They’re his foes, and perhaps in the past, his closest allies have been.”
“Oh yeah, from what Samantha told me about the holders of Sin, that the majority were Exorcists.”
“That’s right. Now, what else would you like to know, you poor tragic young man.”
John squinted his eyes at Jack, and frowned.
“You poor, poor tragic kiddo. You’ve gone through a lot, more than anyone that I’ve laid my eyes upon since 1921.”
“I-I don’t know if I should feel special or just plain depressed after hearing that.”
John chuckled.
“Jack, kiddo, I’ve seen many tragedies in my life, but none compare to you, and what’s to come.”
“What's to come?” Jack repeated.
“Ooops, almost spoiled something there. Alright, conversations done for now! Let's get this wrapped up so you can go rescue your princess.”
“Woah, already? But I have much more to ask and have to hear!”
“Trust me, you’ll get more. It’s just, right now's not the perfect time. But, when that time comes, we’ll see if you can truly handle your sanity, kiddo.”
This guy, he’s way too lenient with everything. I don’t know if I should really trust him, even if he did help out once and is Leon’s close friend. Unfortunately, I don’t have many options at the moment. I’ll keep my gaurd up no matter what, because hardly anyone is to be trusted. Jack thought.
John snickered, and winked at Jack.
“That’s it kiddo, believe your instincts…” he murmured.
He leaned forward, and furrowed his brows as his smile grew thinner.
“...because they’ve gotten you this far, but you haven’t met your greatest hurtle. And I’ll be there to watch, and guide you as you fall, Jack Samr.” John murmured.
John spun, snapped his fingers, and Jack fell into a vortex of red and black. He shouted while he watched as John grew smaller and smaller from his point of view.
“See you very soon, Jack! For now, please stay alive, I mean it!”
Jack continued shouting, and shouting until, eventually, he was back where they first met, in front of Jack’s home at the bottom steps. He wiped his eyes, and let out a huge groan, and placed his hands on his hips. He couldn’t help but let out a brief chuckle, feeling some sort of relief.
“After all the meetings I had, that had to be the most stressless one.”
He looked up at the grey sky, and grinned.
“What next? What should I do from now on? Do I get back to Samantha? Maybe, since she’s pretty much ghosted me for the entire month.”
The young man moaned, and brought his gaze back to his home.
“Hmph, whatever’s next, lets just hope it's a step forward into getting Sarah back.”
Jack frowned, and shook his head.
“I-I…”
The young man was feeling something again, the same sensation he feels whenever he’s around Mallory or the mystery girl, Lily in his dreams. His heart raced, his mind grew crowded with images of Sarah: Her smile, her personality, her laughter, but more importantly, her captivating eyes. Jack grinned, but quickly grew back his frown.
“I think I miss her…”
The young man stepped forward, and made his way up the steps. As he made his way back to the front porch, getting to the wooden floorstep, he paused at the front door before opening it. Sarah’s face had blined his thoughts, and seeing her genuine smile that brightened his worst days during the ordeal of the Exorcists and the supernatural, it made him begin to question if this is the feeling of ‘Love!’ The young man dragged his hand across his eyes, loudly grunted, and violently shook his head. He grabbed the door handle, opened it, and walked into his home with a sudden flash and a scorching feeling of being burned ablaze. He screamed for a moment until his vision returned to a setting he hadn’t seen in almost a month.
“Wait? Am I back in—?”
“Jack.” Samantha said.
The young man turned around, and saw Samantha standing next to Leon’s cold body, still lying on the same stone structure.
“It’s time.” she said.
Jack scrunched his face, and then grimaced.
“After a whole fucking month of me waiting like some lost idiot?”
Samantha didn’t say anything, and began to face Leon’s body, hovering her hands over his chest. Jack gapped his mouth, and couldn’t help but feel sudden anger towards the woman.
“Hey? Did you not hear me?”
Samantha concentrated as her pupils bounced around.
“Lady?! Are you deaf or are you purposely ignoring my curiosity?!”
Samantha shut her eyes, and began to mumble gibberish.
“Huh, I doubt Leon would allow himself to be revived by a vile bitch like you.”
Samantha’s eyes popped open, and her mouth remained open, still.
“Why’d you stop? Did I strike a nerve?” Jack said, sarcastically bobbing his head.
Samantha’s eyebrows eerily knit.
“It seems I got your attention. So, Samantha, answer me why you had me moving like an idiot for the entirety of a month, and without any updates from your end? Why did you suddenly summon me of all coincidences?”
Samantha’s fingers twitched.
“What do you mean by that? Young man…” Samantha eerily said.
“I’m starting to put the puzzle together. Before being in your presence, I was just talking with that John fellow, and a lot that he had to say about you is starting to come into fruition. Come to think of it, I think I’m being used to your agenda too.”
Samantha’s eyes were wide, her expression, stone cold yet behind her still mask was anger swelling, boiling inside the screwed up mind of Samantha. Jack smacked his lips, and in response, Samantha turned her head halfway for the young man to see the side of her shadowed face.
“I’m beginning to question why you’re trying to revive Leon besides using him again. I mean, come on, question why he hasn’t moved to the afterlife and why he’s fighting your spell. Think Samantha, think for once in your twisted life.”
Jack put the tip of his fingers to his chest, and grinned.
“Coming from a guy who’s done substance abuse, killed loads of people is on the brink of going insane?! Even I wouldn’t allow myself to be revived by a bitch—like you.”
Samantha’s mouth began to open more, and out trickled a subtle gasp.
“Sarah’s disappearance may have been half my fault for not being strong enough to protect her, but most of it falls on you, you vile, pathetic excuse of a mother.”
Samantha still didn’t respond, and Jack shook his head, dropping his hands.
“I’m such a fool, a damned fool. I keep getting myself into situations where I’m contracted to be a tool to a higher power or be of amusement to you sick freaks.”
The young man slammed his hand against his chest, and deeply frowned.
“Is that what you like?! To treat guys like me and Leon as your dogs, puppets?! Answer me!”
Samantha closed her mouth, and went back to facing Leon’s dead corpse. She caressed his cheek, and frowned.
“My… Leon…” she whispered.
She leaned to him, and went to his ear.
“I’m sorry… Leon.”
Suddenly, the fireplace erupted, and the candles around the room brightened more. She began to tremble, and grab his hand.
“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…”
They grew brighter, and brighter, and Jack glanced around, clenching his fists as he watched Samantha grow closer to his body.
“Don’t go… don’t go, don’t go, what are you doing?” she mumbled.
“What’s happening?” Jack asked.
She grabbed his head, and held it to her chest.
“Fool… you stupid fool. Think of your daughter, think of her, not me.”
The fireplace began to dim, and the candles, one by one were being blown out.
“Why, why are you leaving?”
Jack’s vision, slowly was darkening around him. The room was becoming dimmer, and dimmer until the final candle had gone out, leaving the fireplace the only light source available.
“What the hell?” Jack muttered.
“Leon… Leon!” Samantha shouted.
Jack rushed to her, but she snapped, abruptly turned to him, and snarled.
“GET AWAY FROM US!”
Her voice sounded just like Sarah’s which sent chills down Jack’s spine. His bone marrow had frozen as her crimson eyes glowed brightly and her hair began to flutter. She turned her fiery eyes to the fireplace and shot a stream of fire into it, hoping to keep the flame going. To no unveil, the flame stayed the same, and Samantha turned into a panic. She hovered her hands over Leon’s chest, and her palms were molting red. Her eyes grew huge and she began to hyperventilate.
“Don’t go… don’t-don’t you leave us!”
Jack grew more afraid by the second, and finally grew aware of the situation at hand.
“Leon’s… moving on, isn’t he?” he said.
Samantha put her hands against her ears.
“Shut up! Don’t say that!”
Seeing her behave so erratic, and abnormal, she didn’t look like Samantha, but Jack could see Sarah instead in her place. He rubbed his eyes to see if he was hallucinating, but he can still imagine Sarah being the one freaking out. The difference was the clothing, but her voice, her pained whimpers, grunts, moans, were one hundred percent to Sarah’s. Then, her voice began to distort, and Samantha’s soothing mature voice merged with Sarah’s and she let out a subtle broken shout. It sounded devilish, vile yet horrifically saddened. Tears came out her red eyes, and she began to smack her fists against Leon’s chest.
“Idiot, idiot idiot idiot idiot idiot… stupid idiot!”
Seeing her act childish, but her depressing tantrum was justified as she was about to lose her supposed husband. After months of watching, seeing how she treated Leon, the fact that she’s terrified of losing him had Jack questioning if her reactions were genuine or is she more upset over the fact she’s losing one of her keys to her ultimate goal.
“Leon…” Jack carefully approached Samantha, and carefully placed his hand on her shoulder as she slammed his chest one last time.
“LEON!”
Jack groaned, and watched as Samantha lay on Leon’s chest, bursting into tears and burying her head into her crossed arms. The fireplace was nearing its final dim point, and all the two could do was wait, and see when it’ll be put out, if not moments.
***
“Say Leon.” Samantha said.
Leon’s sitting on a laid out blanket, basking with the air tickling his skin. A nice sunny day, flowers blooming around them, an umbrella protecting their delicate skins, Samantha’s eyes were twinkling as she watched her fiancé thinking to himself in peace. She smiled and scooted closer, laying her head against his broad shoulder.
“Whatcha thinking about?”
Leon grinned, and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. Her marvelous scent had him hypnotized, but couldn’t retain his urgency to hold her more. She was softer than usual, her soothing moans were music to his ears, all Leon could do was think about the glorious future ahead of their newly soon to be wedded lives.
“Not much, really.”
Samantha giggled.
“Is that so? Because if it wasn’t, then you wouldn’t hold me so dearly, honey.”
“What? I can’t help myself when I’m soon to be married to the most gorgeous woman alive.”
Samantha rolled her eyes.
“Hmm, oh really?”
“Yes really. Now shut up, and let me think ahead for us.”
“Oh wow, telling your fiancé to shut up? Ahem, automatic first day divorce my sweet.”
The two paused then laughed. Leon lay his head on top of hers, and opened his eyes to the endless grass field.
“Alright, I’ll tell you what I’m thinking about.”
Samantha’s smile grew subtle, and she slipped her hands into his.
“Go on, tell me, destroyer.”
He sarcastically smacked his lips.
“This whole time, I’ve been thinking about what our first child’s name would be.”
Samantha’s eyes widened, and her whole world grew slow in time.
“What our house will be, what’s to be expected if they’re a girl or boy.”
Leon brought their interlaced hands up, and their clutch shined with the sun beaming behind it.
“What a dream come true it’ll be once we become a big—”
Samantha’s eyes glistened, her heart for the first time skipped a beat as she consumed the image of their clutch into her memories.
“—happy family.”
Samantha’s shocked expression transitioned to a genuine one filled with utter happiness and joy, but behind her smile was her twisted admiration, one in which she’ll reveal when the time is ripe. Her eyebrows furrowed, her smile thinned, and she blinked, revealing her true colours in the sharp glint in her twisted crimson pupils.
“I also can’t wait when it becomes a reality, my Leon.”
Storms brewing, lightning flashing, a dark environment with crimson clouds, coursing through a dark sky. Dead in the middle of the chaotic dimension, a tornado of woe had something inside of it, angry, screaming, and growing mightier by the second. Inside the twisted, flashing red and blackened purple tornado was Leon: His eyes glowing, his pupils gone, his roaring sounded to that of all his years worth of agony, despair, and regret. His fists clenched, Leon’s on the brink on crossing over to the afterlife, but what awaits at the bottom of the tornado was hell. A place in which he deserved to be placed in, a place he’d know he’ll belong, and a place he’ll face his past.
He shut his mouth, slowly as steam faded from the corners of his mouth. His hair settled down, and his breathing although heavy, he was taking his time to calm his breathing. He could feel the tornado shrink around him to squeeze down to the fiery pits of hell. With his eyes still aimed at the sky, lightning flashing around him, he could hear a familiar soothing voice that sounded distraught, yet elegant; It made him tremble, his heart ache, but the brewing anger he had towards the voice quickly overwhelmed his body. His aura exploded, and the tornado was blown away. The fiery pits shot flames to him, wrapping him in a spiral of scorching heat, and beginning to drag him down to the glowing vortex of lava and tar.
“Don’t you leave!” the voice shouted.
Leon roared, and his aura dimmed.
“You’re a fool, a stupid fool who’s willing to abandon everything he cares for.”
Leon’s eyes stopped glowing, but they remained empty, and pupilless. He let out a mild grunt as the flame pulled him deeper down from the sky.
“You can’t leave… after everything you’ve done—for her?”
Leon ground his teeth, and again, his aura exploded, and the flame fought to retain it, but his power even overwhelmed the flames of hell.
“You can’t do this, Leon, you can’t accept this, not without a resolution to everything you’ve fought for.”
Leon panted, and panted and let out a yell filled with all of his anger that rumbled the afterlife.
“Don’t do this for me, but for her…”
“H…er? H-h…” Leon growled.
“Without you, she’ll cry, without you, she’ll grow into depression, without you… she’ll die.”
Leon growled, clutched his head, and his muscles exploded in expansion. Hot steam blew out of his gaped mouth, and nostrils. His hair began to spike up, and his aura began to change into something more rapid, gruesome. He roared again, and the roped flame grew blue, twisted more intensely to pull him further down, which he allowed. He didn’t fight the flame this time, and was pulled faster than he could let out his next grunt.
“You’re a fool, a weak fool if you choose to leave because of me; I know I did wrong, I know I fooled you into my dream, my ambition, but I’m pleading with you to come back!”
“P-pl-ple…ad?” Leon mumbled.
Leon manically laughed and his skin began to crack.
“Plead?! Are you-you… kidding me?!” he shouted.
Once he was near the edge of the vortex, his aura had exploded, and his body let out a flash of white light.
“Don’t do this for me, Leon—I Samantha, Abyzou, am pleading for Bolverkr, the destroyer, to come back to life.”
He felt his skin shattering, his screaming putrid, the flash of white began to consume even the entrance to hell, to which the flames retreated back into the pits.
“Do this for your daughter… Sarah Bolverkr.”
Leon let out one more scream before the doors of heaven had erupted, and two lovely hands that were snow white with red nail polish had come down, and consumed the flash of white, closing it to a bubble. The two giant hands, flower petals blowing from the gates from where it came began to squeeze the ball of white with Leon dead in the middle. They squeezed until the ball was consumed by the grips of the pale hands, and consumed by the chalk skin. The hands rubbed their palms together until they opened, elegantly letting the last remnants of Leon’s dust particles be blown away by a gust of wind.
Leon’s eyes exploded, he loudly gasped for air, his chest appearing to explode: Samantha jumped off, and stayed back, watching as her husband was coming back to life.
“You, you chose…” she murmured, grinning.
Jack looked shocked, yet relieved.
Leon finally caught the air of the living and his chest deflated, and he was finally able to breathe regularly. He let out raspy coughs, and took another gasp of breath before he felt the need to glance around. He groaned, moaned softly as his head shifted to the right, and the first person to catch his sight was Samantha herself. With a genuine adoring smile on her face, one he hadn’t seen since the aftermath of their first date, a tear slipped out from the corner of his eye, he slowly squinted his eyes in agony.
“You…?” he whispered.
Samantha carefully stepped back, and mildly tilted her head, and fought back her own tears.
“Welcome back, Leon Bolverkr.”