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Scribe
Join Date: Oct 2006
Location: Suburbia
Gender: Male
Posts: 63
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Blasphemer
I wasn't too proud of this one, I thought it kind of sucked. I may hold on to it in case I decide to look for story ideas out of it, but in it's current state, it's kind of lame.
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Gun in one hand and rose in the other, I enter the wasteland and become the wind
- The Book of Lies
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If words could describe Edward Vaughn, they'd be shrewd words. Words that had been shunned off of street corners and slowly dipped into sewer drains. These words would tell tales of solitude, personal anguish, and violent depression. Like his many Friday nights, those words would spend their nights alone in bars, cemetaries, and churches. Drinking, longing, and atoning in random order.
It was Friday night.
Edward, or Eddie as the other barflies affectionately called him, was playing his cards careful with a glass of vodka and tonic. Nothing heavier tonight. He didn't want to wake up half way across Boston again with claw marks on his back and thoughts of impurity weighing down his shoulders like bad dreams. The brown button down jacket he wore was made of light fabric and lacked any real design. He didn't mind though, he was trying to fit into the shadows tonight. His short, gangly form sat comfortably in the corner of the pub. He'd grown tired of all the attention he'd gotten the past few weeks with his "job."
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"So what is it that you do?" A beautiful blonde haired woman said as she walked down an unusually silent Boston street next to Eddie.
The echo of her footsteps drifted off unnoticed into the cold grip of the night air. She walked with a certain elegance that Eddie couldn't place. He wasn't staring at her stride anymore though, she had an athelete's body, something that drove lust into his heart like a freight train. However, he kept his eyes on the ground and face expressionless.
"I don't think you'd believe me if I told you," Eddie responded in his gruff yet light tone of voice.
"Try me, I've heard all kinds of stories from guys all over town. Trust me, you couldn't be any different." She laughed a bit.
Eddie returned the smile but did not look at her. His gaze remained fixed on the empty roads and sidewalks ahead. He slowed his pace and scratched his head before speaking.
"I'm a clergyman of sorts," Eddie said.
"Well that's not hard to believe!" She said, looking a bit confused. "Although, most clergymen don't frequent bars I guess. Is it a tough job?"
"It has it's moments," He said evasively.
She took a quick step in front of him and stopped, looking intrigued.
"So tell me more then!" Her eyes had lit up by now with passion.
Eddie's eyes narrowed as his blank expression had taken a hard left turn onto suspicion bullevard. He shook his light brown jacket, trying to release the cold air trapped inside it.
"Well, last week I had an interesting confrontation, kind of a fight really," Eddie said.
"Ooh, really?" She said licking her lips.
"You see, this homeless guy stumbled in, wanted a place to stay. Father Gaffney is very compassionate and believes that taking after Christ is the best way to achieve His praise. So, the man was given a small cot in a back room and some food. A few hours later, we found him at the alter, huddled over what we thought was a pile of rags," Eddie explained.
The woman began to look slightly uncomfortable as she took a deep breath and her smile began to fade.
"Turns out, he was eating a corpse. See, he killed this child and had been looking for a place where he could eat her. Know why?" Eddie said, his back turned to the woman, who was now shaking slightly, her face full of fear now. "He was a demon, a beast from Hell sent to Earth to bring impurity into the world. A foul, soulless welp of a thing with nothing more than sinning on it's mind. A little bit of this-"
Eddie cut himself off by reaching over his shoulder and pulling a short magnificently white blade, about a foot or so, out from behind his jacket and spun three hundred and sixty degrees, plunging it deep into the woman's chest. She screamed out in pain. Her skin began to literally crawl and her voice became sickly.
"-and he told us about you, the demon messenger sent from the devil himself to tell of plans of the antichrist," Eddie said with strained words as he held the sword in place. "That burning you're feeling, that's a sword made of steel from a blessed cross, I've heard it will heal the wounds of any human soul but it burns the shit out of wenches like you!" Eddie spoke harshly and almost with joy.
"Tell me where you were bringing that message and what's in it or I'll drag you back into Hell myself, I'd love to see the look on Satan's face when one of his most trusted lapdogs fails to deliver a simple scroll," Eddie threatened.
The woman's face twisted into a vicious scowl and her voice changed to a sound similar to a dying animal.
"Your turn in Hell will be welcomed with open arms, Priest, open arms and slashing blades," the she-demon spoke.
"Priest?" Eddie asked with a confused look.
He didn't wait for a response as he pulled the sword with all his might upwards, slicing the demon's upper half clean in two. Instead of the corpse falling to the ground, it shattered immediately into a mass of sand like particles. As the sand fell, a small locket dropped but was caught by Eddie before it hit the ground.
"Priest . . . they're only good for molesting alter boys," Eddie said to himself. "I'm more of an agent of God, a secret agent. Show yourself demon," Eddie taunted.
The mass of sand slowly reformed itself into a beautiful shape of a woman but not the same as before. This time, it reformed into the shape of a woman, but a woman made of fire and finely carved stone
"Nice to see you again, Avnas," Eddie remarked. "So you do answer to a human's call? I didn't know you'd fallen so low since I last saw you."
"Seperating me from my human shell only buys your side time," Anvas spoke.
"Time for what? Tell me or I'll send you back down," Eddie threatened again.
"You have no power, human, you couldn't-"
Eddie lashed out suddenly, cutting Anvas in half with his crystal white blade. Anvas gasped as her upper half hit the ground. She looked up in disbelief as Eddie lifted his sword once more and drove it hard through her eye socket, shattering her entire body once more into sand. He withdrew a small pouch and stuck his hand out, aiming at the sand. As if on command, the sand rose into the air and deposited itself in the bag.
"Another one for my collection," Eddie smirked.
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