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WARNING: This story contains, blood, murder and demonic and sad themes.
That's why it's dark. Sorry, no rape.
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            Part 4 of, The seven sins and virtues..........

    It was three hours later and I had just left the restaurant. It was
the same restaurant I always went to. I had the bagel and tea, what I
usually have for lunch. It was good but something
bittered the taste, the vision of blood and death. The idea that maybe
something was wrong with Sarah, or me.
    The idea of Sarah being a different person was just as bad as the
vision of the blood rain. I had waited for Sarah for so long yet
something was keeping me from the emotions I should feel for her.
    And what of the angel? And the shadow? And the little version of me?
What were they, did they mean anything? The shadow grasping for the soul
of the kid. And the angel who
opposed the shadow, the angelic protector as I call her. She is called
Azreal. From my history classes I learned that she was the angel of
salvation and rebirth. One whose mission was to slay the evil and redeem
the soul.
    As I pondered this, I walked around, craving for fresh air. Fresh
air to clear my mind of these dark thoughts. Thoughts that plagued me
like the memory of Sarah once did. What cruel irony that after Sarah
returned then the bad thoughts and horrible memories of me losing her
would be erased. But now that they are gone, I feel a new burning pain,
like an inferno of the heart and soul.
    My mind worked as hard as it could, trying to decipher all the
events of late. The dreams of angels, shadows and a little kid. The
dream of the Sarah who looked black and evil. The vision of the blood
rain. Where, why and how Sarah left. Why she lied. She was lying, wasn�t
she. Maybe I just wanted to think she lied, as an excuse. An excuse for
why I never felt the same way about Sarah now as I did before, to find
an unjust truth. But all truth is unjust, it varies depending on who saw
what. It is not constant, it is changeable and easily dismissed when
lying.
    Thoughts like this kept me from a happiness that I have longed for
after such along time. Ignorance is bliss, and humans were blissful.
People may have a lot of problems but they ignored just as many. All the
problems in the world would crush them like a bug, so they ignore them
to preserve their sanity. I can�t blame them, I would do the same. But
something in my mind stops me from ignorance, keeping my eyes open while
others are closed. Ignorance is the root of all evil. Prejudice, famine,
war and social problems all come from ignorance. All of these dark
things create dislike towards those who place it upon someone. Dislike
turns to hatred. Hatred to malice. Malice to violence. Violence to
murder, the darkest sin.
    People make up things to justify their evil deeds. They say that
this person here started it, he hit me. Or, they deserved it after what
they did to me. People say things in the name of justice, but it is not
even revenge. It is a desire to release evil emotions. A desire to kill,
a desire within all things. But society today prevents people from doing
any sort of damage to their environment directly through hunting and
such. So comes all the problems of murder, prejudice, war and even
insanity.
    Mankind is an odd thing. I personally think so. Whenever it revokes
its instincts and settles down, letting others do the job, there is a
restlessness. So they use that power for evil, evil is the easier path.
It is easier to do a bad thing then a good thing. But then when they do
something bad, they feel guilty. Why? They choose to do that so they
should live with it, they knew what they were doing.
    So there�s the wrap up of what I think of mankind as a whole. These
are the dark thoughts that plague me. Maybe there wrong and this is just
a sign of insanity, but I feel like this is the truth, whether it is or
not. Like I said before though, truth varies depending on who you talk
to and depending what happened to them in that circumstance.
    I had just noticed the rain had stopped, I was so absorbed in my
dark, dangerous thoughts it was hard to tell. These thoughts are a
danger to humanity and the way it thinks. I am a menace to society.
Maybe.
    People walked all around. Up and down the sidewalk, all sizes,
shapes and colors. They all wore different clothes and walked in
different ways. Some carrying bags and moving slowly due to it. Others
ran down the sidewalk in hopes of keeping a good figure. Prejudice on
the outside was still around, even though we think we have advanced so
far. We dislike the different and lash out at it. And people who think
differently, people dislike more. Change is feared because it removes
the usual, and there are so many who will not leave it behind. They will
hold onto it with all their might, trying to retain their power. That�s
why dictators are scared of ideas. Ideas are a very small stone thrown
into a large pool. But the ripples continue and grow in magnitude if
lucky. And then the pond rises up and the face of it changes.
    I put my hands into my jeans pocket and looked at all the buildings
around. All of them were different shapes and sizes. Each one selling a
different thing, while others were houses. I
had been walking for hours, without anywhere to go. I skipped school so
I am to spend all of my free time in my thoughts.
    The cars were much the same. Different sizes, shapes and colors.
Different brand names and models but they all retained the same
atmosphere. The atmosphere of ignorance. The ignorance of taking speed
over the environment. These things created pollution that will destroy
this world, and people know it. Yet they still use the cars, not caring
about what it may cause. And so another one of mankind�s faults is shown
in my perspective.
    So now I end my long train of thoughts witht he thought of my
father, the father I never met. Mom took his death pretty easy, easier
then I expected. Never mentioning his name, ignoring him as though he
didn't exsist. They divorced after my mom got pregnant with me and then
he died soon after I was born. I have no memory of him. There are no
pictures for me to see, mom doesn�t have any. I don�t know why, she
should. But doesn�t.
    Then as I turned a corner I reached the city park. The sun and now
clear sky seemed to light up the grassy fields. The field seemed to go
on forever, making a emerald colored rectangle. Great trees of all
varieties dotted the field and various bushes. The whole park was kept
very clean and showed very little man made items except the benches and
garbage cans. This was a place for people to have recreation time, a
place for fun. But no one was here playing, which was unusual even with
the rain earlier on in the day.
    But from what I could tell there was a very good reason why no one
was playing in the park. The reason sent chills down my spine and made
my blood run cold. In the middle of the large field was a large wooden
stage, with a podium on it.
    The whole thing was painted a dark black which seemed to give it a
feeling of evil. On top of the podium was a girl wearing light blue
jeans and a red te-shirt, Sarah. She read from a large, black book to
the crowd below. There must have been a hundred people listening now and
more coming every second. They swarmed around to hear her words. She was
like a priest, a dark priest. Her eyes carried malice and her voice,
fear. A fear which was like being cut by icy shards. This was not the
Sarah I knew.
    I then decided to listen to the words Sarah spoke, high and loud
above the mumbles.�People, the end is coming soon. Repent and you shall
find salvation. For the end is coming in
blood and black fire. Those who fall from the light will be destroyed.
Follow Majin and his teachings will lead you to salvation. Judgement day
has arrived! Now raise your voices and pledge yourself to help! There
will be a great baptism, tonight at midnight for anyone who is ready to
accept the gift of salvation! Do you all hear me?�
    A loud shout came from the crowd that had doubled in only a few
seconds. It seemed odd that so many people would come so quickly and
embrace a new idea, and one so dark. An idea which reflected the vision
I had earlier today. It was all wrong and I had to find the answers. If
I didn�t, the whole world might end up as the fiery hell hole in my
vision.
    I quickly left the sight before she noticed me. I could not let her
know that I was on to her. She would be able to see it in my eyes. But I
heard one last thing before I left. �Pass the message onto everyone that
salvation is tonight at the stroke of midnight, so be ready. We will
meet at the old Merflen chapel for the baptism. Be ready to repent and
be ready pledge yourself to Majin. If you do not you will be killed like
everyone else, the nonbelievers.� Then I blacked out again.........
    I looked around in the darkness, looking for the purpose of my being
here. Then I heard crying, the same crying that I have always heard
lately. The crying of a little kid. But the crying was coming from
behind me, and so I turned around to see the kid standing up.
    The kid�s eyes were filled with tears as he held onto the object.
Then he held it out to me so I could take it from him, to see it. He
trusted me not to take it, so I could no betray his trust.
    I looked down to see what the object may be for it never had a
certain shape before. And it was not going to stop now. As I held it,
the object shifted in every way changing into a variety of trinkets.
>From a rubber ball to card. It never held one constant form.
    And so I handed it back to the little kid who took it back gladly.
�Only I can see what it truly is. You are not ready to see it. Some part
of your mind is still closed off to it. Maybe someday you will be able
to see it. Goodbye mister.�
    Then I left the dream........
    As I returned to the world of the living and the normal, I decided
to go to this baptism, to see what it was about. I should not let anyone
see me thought, a problem with not wanting to be caught. But I was only
going for the truth. But a part of me said the truth was not there, but
in my dreams.
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C and C'a are wnated, flames accepted. I really need feedback on this
fic. I don't know how long it will be. I only know it will be from 8-10
parts.