**This note has been placed in Robin's locker, inside the first page of Vincent's journal of "Favorite Things.", paper clipped to a picture of the two of them together.**
Dearest Robin,
I'm writing this as I make my way to my mother to get my family history back...We've just made plans to get rid of Samael for good, but I feel deep in my heart that if we do, we'll never get the time to talk to one another...
So, as a precaution I wrote this letter to you to make everything I've wanted to say to you for the past week known, because frankly, I don't think I'll ever come back from this alive.
I love you Robin.
I'll always love you.
Nothing will ever change that. Not Samael. Not my death. Nothing.
Our short time together gave me the hope to believe like I have never believed-that I could change, that I could beat Samael, that I could fight against temptation and win.
You've taught me to be myself, you've taught me to be happy, to enjoy things more, you've changed my life and most importantly...
You've taught me to stop being the victim.
You've given me courage to face my nightmares, to face the darkness head on, I'm through avoiding it any longer. It's time for me to charge head on into the fray, and I know you'll see it through...
Do you want to know why I know that?
Because my mother underestimated you Robin. We all have.
You're the strongest person I know. Possibly the strongest person out of us all.
You've faced the darkness like I never could, and you will defeat it all, like I never could.
So, my beloved, beautiful Robin, I thank you from the bottom of my heart. I'm sorry I dragged you into all of this mess, but I will not say I've regretted ever meeting you.
Nor will I regret being able to be open with you about my curse...You're going to save me...Like you promised all those nights ago, one way or another.
Regardless, I want you to know how sorry I am that I couldn't say this to you before, that I never made it known to you how important you've been in my life, but I hope you'll forgive me for leaving you like this.
I love you Robin.
Yours Sincerely,
-Vincent
Sunday 30 March 2014
It Has To End...
Dearest Reader,
This will be the last entry I ever make into this journal.
Not because my time is up and the tattoo is going to kill me, not because Samael is going to get my soul, but because tonight-we have conspired to finally get rid of Samael once and for all from my family line...
And I'm afraid this time, I may not escape with my life.
I sit here writing this in my car outside of Israel's church, while we wait for the others to arrive with the materials we need to perform the ritual we require and surprisingly...
Everyone has pulled through for me...
Caleb has been helping me with our stupid "Baby Think It Over" assignment (he's my assigned partner) and I can see why Robin hangs around him...His presence is...oddly comforting, like having a close loyal companion by your side...(I can't help but bring up the similarity in sensation to that of having a dog by your death bed.)
Israel has promised me that he'll ensure Samael doesn't screw up our plan, that he'll protect me till the very end...His righteous fire and devotion like a candle in a dark room...
Chantel has convinced Tobias to help with the ritual and she's even going so far as to lend her own power to help anyway she can...
Ardath ( I know, surprising right? ) has even volunteered to get us cold iron and other raw materials for the binding circle using his vast amount of connections and resources.
And my beloved Robin...She's organized them all together...She's the one leading the project from the sidelines, making sure that everything goes smoothly....Robin...I'd wish you'd talk with me...
Through some small convincing, I have gotten my family history back from my mother...It has been infinitely helpful in getting to know Samael's weaknesses...I think we're missing something, but I'm sure we'll figure it out before long...
Dearest Reader, this book will probably not survive tonight, and ironically, nor will it's current chronicler. Me.
I'm not even sure why I'm writing this anymore...I'm nervous...No, that's not it.
I'm terrified. I'm going to die tonight.
But...
I think this is how it was supposed to end...I think somewhere inside me, I've always known it was going to come down to this...I mentioned once before that there was not going to be a happy ending for me...And now...I'm positive of it.
I started writing this as a chronicle for whoever would come after me...But, now I see this journal has been all about me, and all for me this whole time...Now I see, that I needed this more then I've needed anything...To sort out my thoughts, to make my mark, to make it seem like my life was worth something...
Now with my friends and lover pulling into the parking lot, ready to risk everything to save me; or at least, release me from my curse, I find that now more then ever, my life does have meaning...My life has them in it.
Thank you for helping me realize that. If you all get the chance to read this:
Thanks for everything guys, you're the best.
Robin if you're reading this--check your locker.
So, for the last time Dearest Reader,
Yours Sincerely,
-Vincent Godfried Jr.
This will be the last entry I ever make into this journal.
Not because my time is up and the tattoo is going to kill me, not because Samael is going to get my soul, but because tonight-we have conspired to finally get rid of Samael once and for all from my family line...
And I'm afraid this time, I may not escape with my life.
I sit here writing this in my car outside of Israel's church, while we wait for the others to arrive with the materials we need to perform the ritual we require and surprisingly...
Everyone has pulled through for me...
Caleb has been helping me with our stupid "Baby Think It Over" assignment (he's my assigned partner) and I can see why Robin hangs around him...His presence is...oddly comforting, like having a close loyal companion by your side...(I can't help but bring up the similarity in sensation to that of having a dog by your death bed.)
Israel has promised me that he'll ensure Samael doesn't screw up our plan, that he'll protect me till the very end...His righteous fire and devotion like a candle in a dark room...
Chantel has convinced Tobias to help with the ritual and she's even going so far as to lend her own power to help anyway she can...
Ardath ( I know, surprising right? ) has even volunteered to get us cold iron and other raw materials for the binding circle using his vast amount of connections and resources.
And my beloved Robin...She's organized them all together...She's the one leading the project from the sidelines, making sure that everything goes smoothly....Robin...I'd wish you'd talk with me...
Through some small convincing, I have gotten my family history back from my mother...It has been infinitely helpful in getting to know Samael's weaknesses...I think we're missing something, but I'm sure we'll figure it out before long...
Dearest Reader, this book will probably not survive tonight, and ironically, nor will it's current chronicler. Me.
I'm not even sure why I'm writing this anymore...I'm nervous...No, that's not it.
I'm terrified. I'm going to die tonight.
But...
I think this is how it was supposed to end...I think somewhere inside me, I've always known it was going to come down to this...I mentioned once before that there was not going to be a happy ending for me...And now...I'm positive of it.
I started writing this as a chronicle for whoever would come after me...But, now I see this journal has been all about me, and all for me this whole time...Now I see, that I needed this more then I've needed anything...To sort out my thoughts, to make my mark, to make it seem like my life was worth something...
Now with my friends and lover pulling into the parking lot, ready to risk everything to save me; or at least, release me from my curse, I find that now more then ever, my life does have meaning...My life has them in it.
Thank you for helping me realize that. If you all get the chance to read this:
Thanks for everything guys, you're the best.
Robin if you're reading this--check your locker.
So, for the last time Dearest Reader,
Yours Sincerely,
-Vincent Godfried Jr.
Monday 24 March 2014
Simply Silence
Dearest Reader,
I went to the funeral of the woman I killed today.
I'm not afraid to write it down anymore, because I'm not afraid to take responsibility for my actions anymore. The more I say it to myself, the more I accept it. The more I accept it, the more I feel how truly monstrous I have been in my short life on this earth.
I know Robin said to stay away from her and her family...But I needed to be there...I needed the closure, the reality of the moment...I killed a woman and she is never coming back.
The only thing I am not proud of was I hid from her sight like a coward...I didn't want to cause a scene...That's the last thing she needs after all I've put her through.
I guess I did pick up a few new tricks after all...
I've been studying for days on new remedies for Demonic possession, real rock salt and Latin kind of remedies. So far, I've found one that keeps Samael's voice out of my head. A simple iron cross, inscribed with Enochian symbols etched along it evoking the protection of St.George...He was a dragon slayer according to legend...Seemed appropriate given Samael's nature.
I probably forgot to mention that Dear Reader:
When I finally told Israel my new deal with Samael, he hummed and hawed at me, and left me to stew in my own self-pity for an hour. When he returned he threw an old book into my lap and said for me to read the first page aloud, so I did, he then gathered up the book. Nodded at me solemnly and said:
"My hunch was right. Samael did keep his end of the deal."
"What the hell do you mean by that?" I replied angrily.
"You just read Enochian."
I stared at the page in front of me as the symbols swirled into their correct places. They were indeed strange and yet, they resonated with me on a profound level, shaking me to my core, every syllable burning true insight and tangibility into my psyche. I could suddenly see two sets of text before me, an English version, and something altogether new.
He told me it was against the rules for a mortal to learn Enochian, he told me it was probably a part of me that Samael had unlocked to cause me more pain. Apparently the level of comprehension required to understand--let alone read--Enochian could wear away at my mind with every use, but hypothetically of course, it could unlock extraordinary potential.
So, I have taken to learning one symbol every day. Israel has been a patient tutor and becomes increasingly surprised by my grasp and use of the language...But all the learning, all the progress is all a charade.
A charade to hide my truest feelings...
Dearest Reader, I have never felt so hollow...I think about Robin with every waking moment...How much she's suffering, how much she must be going through, and how I am powerless to comfort her...
I am broken, I find myself crying during my studies...I try and hide my feelings from Israel, but he just seems to know when I've just had a rough day.
I've taken to "watching" her in the way that I'd imagine Caleb used to...She's been training herself hard. She jogs every morning with Caleb, taking martial arts classes every evening, followed by weapons training every few nights with Israel by what he tells me.
It's pathetic and beneath me I know, but I need to see her...I miss her tenderness, her touch, the way she used to look and smile at me...
I know we'll probably never be that way again, but I like to see her safe, despite myself.
Caleb seems to be a nice enough guy...I mean, it still hurts me to see them together and I'm not sure if she's moved on with him, or if this is just a temporary thing,--but they seem...Content.
He wants her. I know that for sure...It's in the way he looks at her, like a dog waiting for a treat. His constant smile, in the way he talks to her...It drives me nuts.
He's a predator, make no mistakes, but she seems...In control...Happy. She seems to want him around, need him around, and there is nothing I can do about it...
Except study.
Maybe when this has all been solved, maybe when I finally am rid of Samael for good, we'll find each other again. Maybe one day we'll be together, but it isn't today...
I know she and I need to talk, but for today, I'll be her unknown Sentinel.
Watching. Waiting. Protecting her. The only way I can right now.
Sincerely,
-Vincent Godfried Jr.
I went to the funeral of the woman I killed today.
I'm not afraid to write it down anymore, because I'm not afraid to take responsibility for my actions anymore. The more I say it to myself, the more I accept it. The more I accept it, the more I feel how truly monstrous I have been in my short life on this earth.
I know Robin said to stay away from her and her family...But I needed to be there...I needed the closure, the reality of the moment...I killed a woman and she is never coming back.
The only thing I am not proud of was I hid from her sight like a coward...I didn't want to cause a scene...That's the last thing she needs after all I've put her through.
I guess I did pick up a few new tricks after all...
I've been studying for days on new remedies for Demonic possession, real rock salt and Latin kind of remedies. So far, I've found one that keeps Samael's voice out of my head. A simple iron cross, inscribed with Enochian symbols etched along it evoking the protection of St.George...He was a dragon slayer according to legend...Seemed appropriate given Samael's nature.
I probably forgot to mention that Dear Reader:
I can now read Enochian.
When I finally told Israel my new deal with Samael, he hummed and hawed at me, and left me to stew in my own self-pity for an hour. When he returned he threw an old book into my lap and said for me to read the first page aloud, so I did, he then gathered up the book. Nodded at me solemnly and said:
"My hunch was right. Samael did keep his end of the deal."
"What the hell do you mean by that?" I replied angrily.
"You just read Enochian."
I stared at the page in front of me as the symbols swirled into their correct places. They were indeed strange and yet, they resonated with me on a profound level, shaking me to my core, every syllable burning true insight and tangibility into my psyche. I could suddenly see two sets of text before me, an English version, and something altogether new.
He told me it was against the rules for a mortal to learn Enochian, he told me it was probably a part of me that Samael had unlocked to cause me more pain. Apparently the level of comprehension required to understand--let alone read--Enochian could wear away at my mind with every use, but hypothetically of course, it could unlock extraordinary potential.
So, I have taken to learning one symbol every day. Israel has been a patient tutor and becomes increasingly surprised by my grasp and use of the language...But all the learning, all the progress is all a charade.
A charade to hide my truest feelings...
Dearest Reader, I have never felt so hollow...I think about Robin with every waking moment...How much she's suffering, how much she must be going through, and how I am powerless to comfort her...
I am broken, I find myself crying during my studies...I try and hide my feelings from Israel, but he just seems to know when I've just had a rough day.
I've taken to "watching" her in the way that I'd imagine Caleb used to...She's been training herself hard. She jogs every morning with Caleb, taking martial arts classes every evening, followed by weapons training every few nights with Israel by what he tells me.
It's pathetic and beneath me I know, but I need to see her...I miss her tenderness, her touch, the way she used to look and smile at me...
I know we'll probably never be that way again, but I like to see her safe, despite myself.
Caleb seems to be a nice enough guy...I mean, it still hurts me to see them together and I'm not sure if she's moved on with him, or if this is just a temporary thing,--but they seem...Content.
He wants her. I know that for sure...It's in the way he looks at her, like a dog waiting for a treat. His constant smile, in the way he talks to her...It drives me nuts.
He's a predator, make no mistakes, but she seems...In control...Happy. She seems to want him around, need him around, and there is nothing I can do about it...
Except study.
Maybe when this has all been solved, maybe when I finally am rid of Samael for good, we'll find each other again. Maybe one day we'll be together, but it isn't today...
I know she and I need to talk, but for today, I'll be her unknown Sentinel.
Watching. Waiting. Protecting her. The only way I can right now.
Sincerely,
-Vincent Godfried Jr.
Monday 17 March 2014
Breaking the Bonds
YOU CAN'T HOLD ME BACK FOREVER VINCENT!
I WILL BREAK OUT!
I WILL DO WHAT I WANT!
I WILL WATCH YOUR WORLD BURN!
YOU MADE A DEAL WITH ME VINCENT!
YOU MADE A FUCKING DEAL!
YOU WON'T SHUT ME OUT FOREVER!
I'LL BREAK FREE, I WILL HAVE CONTROL!
....................................................................................................
Dearest Reader,
His voice slowly quiets as I enter the church after getting groceries. I have grown slightly accustom to his complaints and are baring them tolerably.
I'm unsure what to write....I...I'm ashamed at my own stupidity....my own actions two nights ago. I killed someone who was very important to someone I loved...I...I let Samael take over me.
I no longer have any right to be the mentor for you Dear Reader...I now know how much of a fool I've been. To think there was a way to "moderate" using Samael's deals...I'm a weak, pathetic, individual...and now I've lost it all.
I killed Robin's mother this week.
After the others got sucked into some trap, I made a deal with Samael...He said he'd offer me power without strings if I'd renew my bargain with him...Let him take over me for a while... I needed to make Robin safe, I needed to save my friends...The faerie dust left me defenseless, weak, and I unfortunately owed Samael...So, I accepted...
Laughter rang in my ears, as I felt his serpentine bod slither into my skin as if it were a pair of stockings. His malice, hellfire, and will to destroy all my life filled my senses and for a short few seconds everything was blackness and sulfur.
Then, I found myself a prisoner in my own body...I couldn't move, I couldn't think, I was literally trapped and made aware that I was supposed to watch the next few events...I knew what Samael was about to do, I knew he was going to kill Robin's mother, I knew it, and yet, I was powerless to stop him.
I watched, as he was invited in, as he grabbed the knife and plunged it into her body. I screamed, I threw myself against the prison of my own mind to no avail, I cried, I begged, I pleaded for Samael to stop...But he was enjoying this...
I had let the devil out to play and there was nothing I could do about it...Some force intervened in the fight and sent Samael flying, I felt shards of glass rip over my skin, a few imbedded themselves into my scalp and hands.
Samael thought it was a ghost...I had no time to feel confused, sirens started blaring in the distance, and then...suddenly, just before Samael was about to have the killing blow...
Robin stepped through the door.
"Hello, Beautiful. Welcome home." He said the words mockingly, in a voice that was, and was not my own...I felt sick to my stomach...
She punched Samael, I felt my jaw break and I screamed in pain, but Samael simply laughed the injury off and made another attempt at Robin's mother's life...Until finally with a snarl, Caleb tackled me hard and I hit the floor.
He sat atop my chest throwing punches viciously as Samael poured out of my body in a fume of sulphur and heat. He continued to throw punches for the last few seconds I regained control of my now weak, bloody body...I spat blood and I think I begged him to stop.
He did and I blacked out...The next thing I knew, I was lying in bed at the hospital, bound to the bed by handcuffs, with Robin waiting for me to wake up...
The conversation we had lasted less then two minutes...The only part I could remember was:
"We’re over. I’m done. Stay away from my family or I’ll kill you.”
I felt shocked, hurt, and guilty all at once...I screamed against my handcuffs, the nurses heard me and injected me with some more morphine I suppose, since I don't remember them upgrading my police cuffs, to leather bound restraints.
Then, to make matters worse, my mother walks in....
Yes, my Mother. She had been turned into a Vampire it seems through a deal with Samael's lover Lillith...So, every Godfried mother, actually is given a choice, die in childbirth, or come back as a Vampire...My mother had chosen the latter choice...
Truth be told, I don't trust her...She creeps me out...She scares me...And yet here she was, taking me out of my leather restraints, paying for the bail, paying off the cops, and putting the issue mostly underneath the rug...
I was in no shape to argue, or do anything more then accept the invitation to have a burger and to be dropped off at a location of my choosing...I chose Israel's home. The United Church of Saint Jude.
My mother had my "Go bag" conveniently stored in her trunk and said if I needed anything to let her know...I thanked her and decided to write in my journal.
I feel...I feel hollow, but not like the way I feel when I owe Samael a favour...I feel used up, spent, tossed aside and left to blow around in the wind...I feel like I am free, but all the same, not completely in the power to do as I please anymore...
Samael's voice is quieter here, anointing myself with holy water and reading from the Bible periodically seems to lessen his voice in my head.
He can't enter because of it being Holy Ground, and now I'm left to find more ways to keep him from controlling me.
I think the bottom line Dearest Reader is, I want him gone.
I'm tired of being used and abused because he makes it so, I'm tired of doing as he says, I'm tired of being a master one minute and a pawn the next...
I will be the master of my own destiny.
I have made up my mind...I can't hurt anyone anymore...I can't stand to lose anyone anymore because of him...I can't keep turning into a monster...
And so, I will now devote my life to making him go away...I'll do anything...And then...And then...
Dearest Reader, I think before then...I have to apologize to Robin...I...I don't know how...I...
I killed her mother...I broke her trust...Her heart...She must hate me....It's the right thing to do though....Isn't it?
"...confess your sins to one another, and pray for one another so that you may be healed." James 5:16
I'm guilty. I'm not the victim I have made myself out to be...I will beg Robin's forgiveness, and baring that...I will pray she will forgive me in time...
I can change...I just have to make a change.
Yours In Sorry and Confidence,
-V
I WILL BREAK OUT!
I WILL DO WHAT I WANT!
I WILL WATCH YOUR WORLD BURN!
YOU MADE A DEAL WITH ME VINCENT!
YOU MADE A FUCKING DEAL!
YOU WON'T SHUT ME OUT FOREVER!
I'LL BREAK FREE, I WILL HAVE CONTROL!
....................................................................................................
Dearest Reader,
His voice slowly quiets as I enter the church after getting groceries. I have grown slightly accustom to his complaints and are baring them tolerably.
I'm unsure what to write....I...I'm ashamed at my own stupidity....my own actions two nights ago. I killed someone who was very important to someone I loved...I...I let Samael take over me.
I no longer have any right to be the mentor for you Dear Reader...I now know how much of a fool I've been. To think there was a way to "moderate" using Samael's deals...I'm a weak, pathetic, individual...and now I've lost it all.
I killed Robin's mother this week.
After the others got sucked into some trap, I made a deal with Samael...He said he'd offer me power without strings if I'd renew my bargain with him...Let him take over me for a while... I needed to make Robin safe, I needed to save my friends...The faerie dust left me defenseless, weak, and I unfortunately owed Samael...So, I accepted...
Laughter rang in my ears, as I felt his serpentine bod slither into my skin as if it were a pair of stockings. His malice, hellfire, and will to destroy all my life filled my senses and for a short few seconds everything was blackness and sulfur.
Then, I found myself a prisoner in my own body...I couldn't move, I couldn't think, I was literally trapped and made aware that I was supposed to watch the next few events...I knew what Samael was about to do, I knew he was going to kill Robin's mother, I knew it, and yet, I was powerless to stop him.
I watched, as he was invited in, as he grabbed the knife and plunged it into her body. I screamed, I threw myself against the prison of my own mind to no avail, I cried, I begged, I pleaded for Samael to stop...But he was enjoying this...
I had let the devil out to play and there was nothing I could do about it...Some force intervened in the fight and sent Samael flying, I felt shards of glass rip over my skin, a few imbedded themselves into my scalp and hands.
Samael thought it was a ghost...I had no time to feel confused, sirens started blaring in the distance, and then...suddenly, just before Samael was about to have the killing blow...
Robin stepped through the door.
"Hello, Beautiful. Welcome home." He said the words mockingly, in a voice that was, and was not my own...I felt sick to my stomach...
She punched Samael, I felt my jaw break and I screamed in pain, but Samael simply laughed the injury off and made another attempt at Robin's mother's life...Until finally with a snarl, Caleb tackled me hard and I hit the floor.
He sat atop my chest throwing punches viciously as Samael poured out of my body in a fume of sulphur and heat. He continued to throw punches for the last few seconds I regained control of my now weak, bloody body...I spat blood and I think I begged him to stop.
He did and I blacked out...The next thing I knew, I was lying in bed at the hospital, bound to the bed by handcuffs, with Robin waiting for me to wake up...
The conversation we had lasted less then two minutes...The only part I could remember was:
"We’re over. I’m done. Stay away from my family or I’ll kill you.”
I felt shocked, hurt, and guilty all at once...I screamed against my handcuffs, the nurses heard me and injected me with some more morphine I suppose, since I don't remember them upgrading my police cuffs, to leather bound restraints.
Then, to make matters worse, my mother walks in....
Yes, my Mother. She had been turned into a Vampire it seems through a deal with Samael's lover Lillith...So, every Godfried mother, actually is given a choice, die in childbirth, or come back as a Vampire...My mother had chosen the latter choice...
Truth be told, I don't trust her...She creeps me out...She scares me...And yet here she was, taking me out of my leather restraints, paying for the bail, paying off the cops, and putting the issue mostly underneath the rug...
I was in no shape to argue, or do anything more then accept the invitation to have a burger and to be dropped off at a location of my choosing...I chose Israel's home. The United Church of Saint Jude.
My mother had my "Go bag" conveniently stored in her trunk and said if I needed anything to let her know...I thanked her and decided to write in my journal.
I feel...I feel hollow, but not like the way I feel when I owe Samael a favour...I feel used up, spent, tossed aside and left to blow around in the wind...I feel like I am free, but all the same, not completely in the power to do as I please anymore...
Samael's voice is quieter here, anointing myself with holy water and reading from the Bible periodically seems to lessen his voice in my head.
He can't enter because of it being Holy Ground, and now I'm left to find more ways to keep him from controlling me.
I think the bottom line Dearest Reader is, I want him gone.
I'm tired of being used and abused because he makes it so, I'm tired of doing as he says, I'm tired of being a master one minute and a pawn the next...
I will be the master of my own destiny.
I have made up my mind...I can't hurt anyone anymore...I can't stand to lose anyone anymore because of him...I can't keep turning into a monster...
And so, I will now devote my life to making him go away...I'll do anything...And then...And then...
Dearest Reader, I think before then...I have to apologize to Robin...I...I don't know how...I...
I killed her mother...I broke her trust...Her heart...She must hate me....It's the right thing to do though....Isn't it?
"...confess your sins to one another, and pray for one another so that you may be healed." James 5:16
I'm guilty. I'm not the victim I have made myself out to be...I will beg Robin's forgiveness, and baring that...I will pray she will forgive me in time...
I can change...I just have to make a change.
Yours In Sorry and Confidence,
-V
Wednesday 5 March 2014
There Are Other Paths We Might Take...
HELLO READER,
YES. I'M TALKING TO YOU.
VINCENT HAS GONE RATHER MUTE ON ME, SO IN THE MEANTIME, LET'S YOU AND I HAVE A LITTLE CHAT, SHALL WE?
FIRST OFF, IF YOU'RE READING THIS, THEN CONGRATULATIONS. YOU'VE SADDLED UP WITH THE MOST LUCRATIVE RELATIONSHIP IN YOUR ENTIRE LIFE.
SECOND, IF YOU'RE READING THIS AND THINK THAT YOU CAN ESCAPE ME, OUTWIT ME, OR GET ME "REMOVED"-YOU'RE DEAD WRONG.
I'VE BEEN TEMPTING MORTAL'S SINCE THEY COULD THINK ABOUT DOING WRONG...I HAVE DEALS WITH PEOPLE OF ALL RACES, RELIGIONS, AND CREEDS.
THEY KNOW ME BY DIFFERENT NAMES BUT I AM EVER PRESENT...
SO, A LITTLE MORTAL SPLIT A LITTLE BIT OF FAIRY JIZZ ON MY PROPERTY AND THINKS THIS IS GOING TO "SOLVE" VINCENT'S "DEMON PROBLEM"?
YOU'RE SADLY MISTAKEN LITTLE FLOWER.
HE MAY CALL YOU HIS LIGHT, BUT I'VE HAD HIM IN THE DARK SINCE HE WAS CONCEIVED.
I OWN HIM.
I'LL RELEASE HIM WHEN I'M GOOD AND READY.
IN THE MEANTIME, LETS SEE WHAT HE'S UP TO SHALL WE?
"HEY BUDDY, RECEPTIONS PRETTY BAD ON MY END. CAN YOU HEAR ME NOW?"
"What do you want?"
I LOVE IT WHEN HE'S ANGRY...MAKES ME WANT TO WRING OUT HIS LITTLE EMO NECK.
"GOOD! YOU CAN HEAR ME."
"Sammy, unless you can help me, fuck off okay?"
NOW I'M GOING TO WRING HIS NECK.
"TOUCHY-TOUCHY TODAY VINCENT, HAVE A HARD NIGHT?"
"Screw you."
TOTALLY...IT'S SETTLED.
"HAVING TROUBLE BREATHING THERE VINCENT? IT'S A SHAME YOU MORTAL'S NEED OXYGEN TO EXIST..."
HE GASPS, REACHING FOR MY FACE IN HIS REARVIEW MIRROR. HIS HANDS HAVE GONE TO HIS THROAT AND ARE SCRAPING THE BARE SKIN TRYING TO REMOVE MY
INFLUENCE. I LOVE WATCHING HIM SUFFER.
"NOW THAT I'VE GOTTEN YOUR ATTENTION, I THINK WE BOTH KNOW WHAT YOU WANT TO DO NEXT, AND LETS FACE IT, THAT'S JUST FUCKING STUPID."
HE'S NOT PAYING ANY ATTENTION BECAUSE HIS LIPS ARE GOING BLUE, HIS HEART HAS STARTED TO SLOW, BUT I KEEP UP THE PRESSURE...I HAVE A POINT TO MAKE.
"YOU SEE VINCENT, I LIKE YOU. WE HAVE A GOOD RELATIONSHIP, AND I'D HATE TO SEE YOU GO AND MAKE ANOTHER ONE WITH SOMETHING OR SOMEONE ELSE...SO I'D LIKE TO RE-NEGOTIATE OUR "TERMS OF SERVICE" AS IT WERE....WHAT DO YOU SAY?"
HE TAKES A DEEP BREATH OF FRESH AIR, GASPING AND CHOKING THE WHOLE TIME, HE OPENS THE CAR DOOR TO PUKE. CAN'T RUIN THE BEAUTIFUL LEATHER INTERIOR CAN WE?
"What do you mean? Re-negotiate?"
HIS EXHAUSTED EYES STARE ME DOWN, FILLED TO THE BRIM WITH HATE AND LOATHING. I SOAK IT IN, RELISHING IN THE EMOTION.
"IT'S SIMPLE. I WANT MORE OF YOUR REIGNS. I WANT TO BE ABLE TO TAKE A STROLL NOW AND THEN...FEEL THE SUNSHINE ON MY FACE, TAKE A SWIM, KILL SOME PEOPLE...YOU KNOW, HAVE A VACATION. LIVE A LITTLE."
"Why the hell would I agree to that crappy bargain? It's not like you can give me anything else in return."
OH YE OF LITTLE FAITH.
"THERE IS NO LIMIT TO WHAT I CAN OFFER YOU, I HAVE MY OWN CONNECTIONS, AND THROUGH THEM, I CAN OFFER YOU SOME PRETTY SWEET NEW POWERS, ALL WITHOUT OWING ME ANYMORE THEN YOU ALREADY DO...NO STRINGS ATTACHED AS IT WERE...YOU GET YOUR OWN SHINY NEW PORSCHE, AND I GET TO DRIVE YOUR STUPID MAZDA..."
HE LOOKS CONFUSED, BUT I KNOW HE'S TEMPTED, THEY ALWAYS ARE AT THIS STAGE.
"What, I'd get magic powers? Talons? I could breathe fire?"
HE IS TIRED, HE CAN'T DEFEND AGAINST ME, HE'S THINKING OF THAT MEDDLING ANGEL'S WORDS AND HIS PROMISES TO HIS SWEETHEART...NEW ANGLE ME THINKS.
"WHATEVER YOU LIKE, TECHNICALLY, YOU WOULDN'T BE MAKING ANY FURTHER DEALS WITH ME, YOU'D JUST HAVE YOUR NEW POWERS...YOU COULD USE THEM ON YOUR TERMS, AND CALL ON ME WHEN YOU NEEDED...YOU WOULDN'T BE BREAKING YOUR PROMISE TO EITHER OF THEM."
"Stop reading my mind jackass."
"I'M NOT."
"Yes you are..."
"I'M NOT, REALLY. YOU CAN KEEP YOUR THOUGHTS AND PROMISES THIS WAY. IT'S LOGIC. EVERYBODY WINS. ALL YOU NEED TO DO IS SAY YES."
HE'S ACTUALLY THINKING ABOUT DENYING ME.
EVEN AFTER I NEARLY CHOKED THE LIFE OUT OF HIM.
THEY REALLY DO HAVE SOME SWAY OVER HIS HEART...
NOTE TO SELF: I'LL HAVE TO TEAR THEIRS OUT SOMETIME.
"If...If I say Yes. Does that mean when I call for your help too much, you'll be me?"
"SOMETHING LIKE THAT. THINK OF IT AS A CAR. YOU GET TIRED OF DRIVING, I TAKE THE WHEEL, YOU SLEEP IN THE BACKSEAT, AND PRESTO WHEN YOU WAKE UP, WE'LL HAVE PASSED A FEW BORING DRIVE THROUGHS."
"But...You'll give me my own set of powers, I'll be able to do stuff without your help?"
I'VE GOT HIM NOW.
"OF COURSE. THINK ABOUT IT. YOU COULD HAVE THE POWER TO DEFEND THOSE YOU LOVED AGAINST ALL MANNER OF EVIL WITH THE GIFTS I GIVE YOU, AGAIN, FREE OF CHARGE, AND ONLY CALL FOR ME WHEN YOU NEED A LITTLE BOOST. DO WE HAVE A DEAL?"
HE THINKS IT OVER FOR A SHORT HALF AN HOUR. SAYS HE'LL THINK ON IT AND GET BACK TO ME...BUT I KNOW HE'S TEMPTED, I KNOW HE'S GOING TO ACCEPT IT.
I KNOW BECAUSE HE'S MINE.
SO DEAREST READER, I HOPE YOU ENJOY YOUR FREEDOM WHILE IT LASTS, BECAUSE WHEN YOU STRIKE A DEAL WITH ME, I ALWAYS COLLECT MY DUES.
-S
YES. I'M TALKING TO YOU.
VINCENT HAS GONE RATHER MUTE ON ME, SO IN THE MEANTIME, LET'S YOU AND I HAVE A LITTLE CHAT, SHALL WE?
FIRST OFF, IF YOU'RE READING THIS, THEN CONGRATULATIONS. YOU'VE SADDLED UP WITH THE MOST LUCRATIVE RELATIONSHIP IN YOUR ENTIRE LIFE.
SECOND, IF YOU'RE READING THIS AND THINK THAT YOU CAN ESCAPE ME, OUTWIT ME, OR GET ME "REMOVED"-YOU'RE DEAD WRONG.
I'VE BEEN TEMPTING MORTAL'S SINCE THEY COULD THINK ABOUT DOING WRONG...I HAVE DEALS WITH PEOPLE OF ALL RACES, RELIGIONS, AND CREEDS.
THEY KNOW ME BY DIFFERENT NAMES BUT I AM EVER PRESENT...
SO, A LITTLE MORTAL SPLIT A LITTLE BIT OF FAIRY JIZZ ON MY PROPERTY AND THINKS THIS IS GOING TO "SOLVE" VINCENT'S "DEMON PROBLEM"?
YOU'RE SADLY MISTAKEN LITTLE FLOWER.
HE MAY CALL YOU HIS LIGHT, BUT I'VE HAD HIM IN THE DARK SINCE HE WAS CONCEIVED.
I OWN HIM.
I'LL RELEASE HIM WHEN I'M GOOD AND READY.
IN THE MEANTIME, LETS SEE WHAT HE'S UP TO SHALL WE?
"HEY BUDDY, RECEPTIONS PRETTY BAD ON MY END. CAN YOU HEAR ME NOW?"
"What do you want?"
I LOVE IT WHEN HE'S ANGRY...MAKES ME WANT TO WRING OUT HIS LITTLE EMO NECK.
"GOOD! YOU CAN HEAR ME."
"Sammy, unless you can help me, fuck off okay?"
NOW I'M GOING TO WRING HIS NECK.
"TOUCHY-TOUCHY TODAY VINCENT, HAVE A HARD NIGHT?"
"Screw you."
TOTALLY...IT'S SETTLED.
"HAVING TROUBLE BREATHING THERE VINCENT? IT'S A SHAME YOU MORTAL'S NEED OXYGEN TO EXIST..."
HE GASPS, REACHING FOR MY FACE IN HIS REARVIEW MIRROR. HIS HANDS HAVE GONE TO HIS THROAT AND ARE SCRAPING THE BARE SKIN TRYING TO REMOVE MY
INFLUENCE. I LOVE WATCHING HIM SUFFER.
"NOW THAT I'VE GOTTEN YOUR ATTENTION, I THINK WE BOTH KNOW WHAT YOU WANT TO DO NEXT, AND LETS FACE IT, THAT'S JUST FUCKING STUPID."
HE'S NOT PAYING ANY ATTENTION BECAUSE HIS LIPS ARE GOING BLUE, HIS HEART HAS STARTED TO SLOW, BUT I KEEP UP THE PRESSURE...I HAVE A POINT TO MAKE.
"YOU SEE VINCENT, I LIKE YOU. WE HAVE A GOOD RELATIONSHIP, AND I'D HATE TO SEE YOU GO AND MAKE ANOTHER ONE WITH SOMETHING OR SOMEONE ELSE...SO I'D LIKE TO RE-NEGOTIATE OUR "TERMS OF SERVICE" AS IT WERE....WHAT DO YOU SAY?"
HE LOOKS AT ME, HIS EYES BLOODSHOT.
HE'S WEAK. PITIFUL. HE KNOWS IT. SO DO I.
HE'S GOING TO TAKE THE DEAL.
I RELEASE HIM SLOWLY.
HE TAKES A DEEP BREATH OF FRESH AIR, GASPING AND CHOKING THE WHOLE TIME, HE OPENS THE CAR DOOR TO PUKE. CAN'T RUIN THE BEAUTIFUL LEATHER INTERIOR CAN WE?
"What do you mean? Re-negotiate?"
HIS EXHAUSTED EYES STARE ME DOWN, FILLED TO THE BRIM WITH HATE AND LOATHING. I SOAK IT IN, RELISHING IN THE EMOTION.
"IT'S SIMPLE. I WANT MORE OF YOUR REIGNS. I WANT TO BE ABLE TO TAKE A STROLL NOW AND THEN...FEEL THE SUNSHINE ON MY FACE, TAKE A SWIM, KILL SOME PEOPLE...YOU KNOW, HAVE A VACATION. LIVE A LITTLE."
"Why the hell would I agree to that crappy bargain? It's not like you can give me anything else in return."
OH YE OF LITTLE FAITH.
"THERE IS NO LIMIT TO WHAT I CAN OFFER YOU, I HAVE MY OWN CONNECTIONS, AND THROUGH THEM, I CAN OFFER YOU SOME PRETTY SWEET NEW POWERS, ALL WITHOUT OWING ME ANYMORE THEN YOU ALREADY DO...NO STRINGS ATTACHED AS IT WERE...YOU GET YOUR OWN SHINY NEW PORSCHE, AND I GET TO DRIVE YOUR STUPID MAZDA..."
HE LOOKS CONFUSED, BUT I KNOW HE'S TEMPTED, THEY ALWAYS ARE AT THIS STAGE.
"What, I'd get magic powers? Talons? I could breathe fire?"
HE IS TIRED, HE CAN'T DEFEND AGAINST ME, HE'S THINKING OF THAT MEDDLING ANGEL'S WORDS AND HIS PROMISES TO HIS SWEETHEART...NEW ANGLE ME THINKS.
"WHATEVER YOU LIKE, TECHNICALLY, YOU WOULDN'T BE MAKING ANY FURTHER DEALS WITH ME, YOU'D JUST HAVE YOUR NEW POWERS...YOU COULD USE THEM ON YOUR TERMS, AND CALL ON ME WHEN YOU NEEDED...YOU WOULDN'T BE BREAKING YOUR PROMISE TO EITHER OF THEM."
"Stop reading my mind jackass."
"I'M NOT."
"Yes you are..."
"I'M NOT, REALLY. YOU CAN KEEP YOUR THOUGHTS AND PROMISES THIS WAY. IT'S LOGIC. EVERYBODY WINS. ALL YOU NEED TO DO IS SAY YES."
HE'S ACTUALLY THINKING ABOUT DENYING ME.
EVEN AFTER I NEARLY CHOKED THE LIFE OUT OF HIM.
THEY REALLY DO HAVE SOME SWAY OVER HIS HEART...
NOTE TO SELF: I'LL HAVE TO TEAR THEIRS OUT SOMETIME.
"If...If I say Yes. Does that mean when I call for your help too much, you'll be me?"
"SOMETHING LIKE THAT. THINK OF IT AS A CAR. YOU GET TIRED OF DRIVING, I TAKE THE WHEEL, YOU SLEEP IN THE BACKSEAT, AND PRESTO WHEN YOU WAKE UP, WE'LL HAVE PASSED A FEW BORING DRIVE THROUGHS."
"But...You'll give me my own set of powers, I'll be able to do stuff without your help?"
I'VE GOT HIM NOW.
"OF COURSE. THINK ABOUT IT. YOU COULD HAVE THE POWER TO DEFEND THOSE YOU LOVED AGAINST ALL MANNER OF EVIL WITH THE GIFTS I GIVE YOU, AGAIN, FREE OF CHARGE, AND ONLY CALL FOR ME WHEN YOU NEED A LITTLE BOOST. DO WE HAVE A DEAL?"
HE THINKS IT OVER FOR A SHORT HALF AN HOUR. SAYS HE'LL THINK ON IT AND GET BACK TO ME...BUT I KNOW HE'S TEMPTED, I KNOW HE'S GOING TO ACCEPT IT.
I KNOW BECAUSE HE'S MINE.
SO DEAREST READER, I HOPE YOU ENJOY YOUR FREEDOM WHILE IT LASTS, BECAUSE WHEN YOU STRIKE A DEAL WITH ME, I ALWAYS COLLECT MY DUES.
-S
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