Status update: Still fighting through sketches of Venge in his new outfit. Nothing is meshing as well as I thought. Definately finding things I like and do not. Elements I want clearly included and conveyed in his dress. And other elements that I want included but subdued.
Ended a one month relationship. Unsure of where I stand emotionally. All that I AM sure of is that I hate it. The feelings. The doubts. The overwhelming sense of limbo and powerlessness.
The new sketchpad is working out great. Easy to smuggle into work and it looks oh so... right? Yeah, I just got excited about looking the part of the aspiring artist. In school they told us to take a fictional picture of ourselves in our dream jobs. Positive imagery it is called. I never did it, but I can see its uses now that I am toting an 18"x18" black bag with my sketch board/sketchpad.
Been a while since I posted a part of my story. Enough things have happened to me recently to be able to put one part of my story into writing. Venge's story, that is. What follows has been imagined but not yet written. Here is that rough draft:
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. I have been able to relieve myself of some of these vengeful spirits. It has become easier to think. Not nearly as disjointed or chaotic. Their words are merely whispers and their prompts are merely suggestions.
. Why is it, then, that I feel an overwhelming sense of something very bad coming my way? Here I stand over the body of one Dane Schelt. Here within me, China awaits the arrival of my beloved Camellia to take them both away. To take Dane to the afterlife judgement and to take China where ever it has already been determined she will go.
. But where is Cami? Where is my gothic bride and love? Where is this entity of judgement, karma, and death? An hour we have all been here waiting. An hour of my elation. An hour of China finally being able to rest. An hour of, who knows what, for Dane; no longer alive but most certainly dead. Yet his soul just sits there waiting too.
. We have long tired of waiting for what we had expected to happen next. Dane's dead eyes stare up at the sky, unseeing, but I can sense his soul is stuck in a sort of limbo.
. China stopped asking me if Cami was coming about half an hour ago. I can sense that she is bound for God's Heaven and I can understand her frustration. How many years has she waited for this? I even abated her request to "make sure he's dead". At first my words of reassurance were enough. But she eventually became frustrated and took control of my arm to stab him again. After that time, I simply did the same when she wanted me to check again. But, for the last thirty minutes she has been quietly weeping. She must doubt that she will be able to go to heaven after all.
. One hour it has been since I severed Dane's soul from his mortal shell. I was euphoric. I could not wait to see Cami again. I was dancing and laughing like we used to do. Five minutes is all it took for me to realise that something was wrong. I feared I had killed the wrong person. I doubted everything that was presented to me. I panicked. I checked the facts. But I wasn't wrong.
. Now I sit here and stare into Danes eyes with China weeping in my head and we wait.
. A robed and hooded figure appears before us. I jump to my feet and my heart jumps to catch up. A skeletal hand appears from the large black sleeve of the robe and quickly snatches up the soul of Dane. The hand returns to the folds of it's robe and reappears again without the soul. Like a flash the hand passes through my head and pulls the soul of China from me. The hand enters it's other sleeve and remains in the pose of a monk.
. The robed figure turns to walk away. My heart shatters.
. The words erupt from my chest drenched in hurt, "Wait... what about...?...Where are you going?"
. A mans voice comes from the figure. A voice that I recall from the few times I have dreamed.
. "You do not expect that I will also kiss you as she had?" The figure turns to face me and lowers it's hood.
. "Charon? But where is Camellia, I mean the Ungod?" Camellia, Death, Karma, the Ungod has many names given to it.
. "If it is that I am here in her place, then it must be that she is there in a mortal's place," His words are laced with spite, "If it is that I am here, then you understand that I must not remain for long. There is much that she can accomplish with all of her power. She bestowed upon me much power for a mortal, but it is only a fraction of that which she possesses. There is much I must do in her stead."
. I want desperately to know of her whereabouts. I want to be with her again and protect her if I need to. I begin to ask all of these questions but Charon cuts me off before I can utter a sound.
. "You have a job to do, Darren. Your place is as a displaced Reaper. You must claim the souls of those few who have been assigned to you. You will do so until you are no longer required to. That is your place in this world."
. "But I only do it for her," I blurt out.
. Charon's eyes narrow and a smile creeps onto his otherwise sullen face, "You do it to provide a balance to yourself and this world. Only then can you achieve that goal of eternal bliss. But, I wonder, have you given that goal much thought? Eternal bliss has only been offered in Heaven by God himself. And you would have gone there if she had not seduced you. So fucking noble and self sacrificial that you were destined for none other. But you gave it all away. You know that she can not join you in Heaven, don't you? So you murder mortals, your own kind, all for the sake of this 'Entity', that cares nothing for us!"
. Charon's words are starting to find their way into my soul. Camellia's stories of him are proving true. I lash out with my passion.
. "I do it because I love her!," I say with everything I can remember of her, "What would you know about it?"
. Charon looks disappointed, like I have let him down. He looks down at his skeletal hands, "I was bound for Lilith's Hell, did you know that? At my final judgement I stood before your Camellia and willed myself to speak. She had pronounced judgement upon me and I debated with her. Not that she was incorrect, but that she did not have the right. Even when she proclaimed that she had reality on her side, I fought her with words. One moment she was there before me and the next she was gone. I had feared that I would be sent to hell anyway, but she returned.
. "Not only did I convince her, but she offered to save me from Hell in return for my assistance. Who would not accept an invitation like that? I talked with her in the days that followed. I told her of what it meant to be human. I showed her as much as I could. And I too, fell in love with her. But no matter how much I told her or showed her, she could not be brought to understand."
. "And then YOU come along!," I can feel the rage building within him now, "YOU, who were bound for heaven would willingly give that up for her? YOU, who would make her see that which I had tried for so long to do. Ages I tried. And now it is you who asks me what I would know about it?"
. He drops his hands to his sides.
. "Perhaps you are correct. But I do not have the time to debate it with you. So I will leave you with this: Why does not this Eternal Entity spend more time with you or show you her love? Does she truly love you?"
. His hands return to his sleeves and he is gone. I wnated to let him know that I understand that she has many responsibilities. I wanted to let him know that I have no doubts about her love. But he is gone too suddenly. I think he wants it this way so that I can become consumed with his words. Imagine now if everything you see, if reality, was being looked at as a reflection in a pool. Now imagine it ripple. My reality has just rippled.
. Yep, something very bad is coming my way.
