Ah frick. I just escaped from Malin, and that guys arch-angel gone wrong. He’s been trying to kill me ever since we met. He’s the one who knocked me out.
I just read her post. God, I wish I could help her. What could I do? He (Oculus) said I could put the jar to sleep…
And the jar is a fear…
“Hey Malim!” I yell. He stops abruptly, as do I. This is angelic custom, as we both have a good idea whether or not the truth is coming… or trickery.
“What?” He snarls at me.
“I need your help,” I say, a pleading look on my face.
He studies my face for a minute. And another.
“Well?” I ask.
“Girl trouble, ‘aint it?”
“What? No no no no no, NO. Definitely not like that.” Well, definitely not the way he said it.
“Heh. So it is. What’s the trouble?”
“It is NOT!”
“Mhmm. Sure.” He drawls out the two words, taunting me. “What’s the problem?”
“She’s being controlled by Zivlaria.”
“You mean Zilvra?”
“Yeah…” How does he know that?
As if reading my mind, he says, “I follow her post. You are talking ’bout that Iris girl, right?”
“Yeah… How far are you? In the series, I mean?”
“I dunno… somewhere around 26? 25?”
“Great – She’s been controlled by Zilvra, via Mr. Oculus. Call him Oculus – To imply as much disrespect as possible.”
“Damn, you must really like this girl, or hate this dude.”
“I have no social relationship with either.”
“Sure you don’t, Seaddy.” He looks at me, an evil smile on his face, yet good-natured at the same time. “I wouldn’t know how to remove this stuff.”
“Oculus said something about Pestilence being able to get it ou–”
“Heh. I hope your doing a headlog on this.”
“I am.”
“Do you think she’ll still be able to read this?” Malim questions.
“You got a fifty-fifty chance.”
Malim turns to my left, as if looking at an imaginary screen. “Iris! Oculus will have to pay a price–A huge price–In order to have the pestilence cooperate! Pestilence might not even do so afterwards, or he might not have the ability to! Just assume nothing, and. Don’t. Trust. That [CENSORED-Just caught this. ~~Seaderus] who’s got your mind.”
“I’m surprised you don’t profess in politics, Malim.” I clap, slowly, a smile on my face. He knows I’m just kidding.
“Shut up, Seaddy.” We both laugh. I find out, more and more, that the only ones I feel connected to–maybe even make me feel safe–are one of my kind. I shouldn’t have left… Then again, I would’ve left for some reason or other later. Better young than old.
“Maybe Atmos could help us?”
“Atmos? You still know him?”
“Yeah, for better or for worse.”
Atmos is like me, except for his personality – He has little or no emotions. I’ve seen him vent his emotions into a fight, and it was scary, like something foreign getting destroyed, and knowing that your next on the list. He could come here relatively quickly. After all, he spends probably half the day sleeping, and the rest muscle training.
“Atmooooooooooooooooooooos!” Malim yells. I cringe. Now everything in the forest knows we’re here. I start the timer on my watch. Barely ten seconds later, Atmos flies down to us, his wings flourishing in a grey tendril of mist.
“You call?”, Atmos says, cracking his neck. Malim and Atmos are friends of mine, not to mention Atmos is Malim’s brother. A very brief moment I remember my sister. I shut that part of my mind down. I need to concentrate on here and now.
Malim explains his side of the story, and I explain mine, telling him the specific parts about torment and torture.
Atmos nods slowly. “So you want me to help you?”
“Yeah,” I say.
Malim smiles. “I’ve always wondered what it would be like if three arch-angels burst down the doors of hell.”
“In this case, it’s Zilvra, isn’t it?” Atmos says.
“It is.” I say. I motion for Atmos and Malim to follow me, and I walk towards the camp, emotions crawling across my mind: Anger, Hatred, Sorrow, Longing, Hapiness. I didn’t know it was possible to suppress as much emotions, but I do._ Except for one. Vengeance. Iris mentioned something about that, maybe something about Oculus. I didn’t care.
I walked, and my two friends follow, a smile plastered across my face. “Let’s go beat up three eyes.”
I just read her post. God, I wish I could help her. What could I do? He (Oculus) said I could put the jar to sleep…
And the jar is a fear…
“Hey Malim!” I yell. He stops abruptly, as do I. This is angelic custom, as we both have a good idea whether or not the truth is coming… or trickery.
“What?” He snarls at me.
“I need your help,” I say, a pleading look on my face.
He studies my face for a minute. And another.
“Well?” I ask.
“Girl trouble, ‘aint it?”
“What? No no no no no, NO. Definitely not like that.” Well, definitely not the way he said it.
“Heh. So it is. What’s the trouble?”
“It is NOT!”
“Mhmm. Sure.” He drawls out the two words, taunting me. “What’s the problem?”
“She’s being controlled by Zivlaria.”
“You mean Zilvra?”
“Yeah…” How does he know that?
As if reading my mind, he says, “I follow her post. You are talking ’bout that Iris girl, right?”
“Yeah… How far are you? In the series, I mean?”
“I dunno… somewhere around 26? 25?”
“Great – She’s been controlled by Zilvra, via Mr. Oculus. Call him Oculus – To imply as much disrespect as possible.”
“Damn, you must really like this girl, or hate this dude.”
“I have no social relationship with either.”
“Sure you don’t, Seaddy.” He looks at me, an evil smile on his face, yet good-natured at the same time. “I wouldn’t know how to remove this stuff.”
“Oculus said something about Pestilence being able to get it ou–”
“Heh. I hope your doing a headlog on this.”
“I am.”
“Do you think she’ll still be able to read this?” Malim questions.
“You got a fifty-fifty chance.”
Malim turns to my left, as if looking at an imaginary screen. “Iris! Oculus will have to pay a price–A huge price–In order to have the pestilence cooperate! Pestilence might not even do so afterwards, or he might not have the ability to! Just assume nothing, and. Don’t. Trust. That [CENSORED-Just caught this. ~~Seaderus] who’s got your mind.”
“I’m surprised you don’t profess in politics, Malim.” I clap, slowly, a smile on my face. He knows I’m just kidding.
“Shut up, Seaddy.” We both laugh. I find out, more and more, that the only ones I feel connected to–maybe even make me feel safe–are one of my kind. I shouldn’t have left… Then again, I would’ve left for some reason or other later. Better young than old.
“Maybe Atmos could help us?”
“Atmos? You still know him?”
“Yeah, for better or for worse.”
Atmos is like me, except for his personality – He has little or no emotions. I’ve seen him vent his emotions into a fight, and it was scary, like something foreign getting destroyed, and knowing that your next on the list. He could come here relatively quickly. After all, he spends probably half the day sleeping, and the rest muscle training.
“Atmooooooooooooooooooooos!” Malim yells. I cringe. Now everything in the forest knows we’re here. I start the timer on my watch. Barely ten seconds later, Atmos flies down to us, his wings flourishing in a grey tendril of mist.
“You call?”, Atmos says, cracking his neck. Malim and Atmos are friends of mine, not to mention Atmos is Malim’s brother. A very brief moment I remember my sister. I shut that part of my mind down. I need to concentrate on here and now.
Malim explains his side of the story, and I explain mine, telling him the specific parts about torment and torture.
Atmos nods slowly. “So you want me to help you?”
“Yeah,” I say.
Malim smiles. “I’ve always wondered what it would be like if three arch-angels burst down the doors of hell.”
“In this case, it’s Zilvra, isn’t it?” Atmos says.
“It is.” I say. I motion for Atmos and Malim to follow me, and I walk towards the camp, emotions crawling across my mind: Anger, Hatred, Sorrow, Longing, Hapiness. I didn’t know it was possible to suppress as much emotions, but I do._ Except for one. Vengeance. Iris mentioned something about that, maybe something about Oculus. I didn’t care.
I walked, and my two friends follow, a smile plastered across my face. “Let’s go beat up three eyes.”
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