Subject: [FFML] {DARK FIC}{PART 6}{The seven sins and virtues.}
From: Matthew Maddocks
Date: 6/26/1999, 1:24 PM
To: ffml@fanfic.com

This story is ORIGINAL{Yes, it is ORIGINAL, don't be scared.} This story
is a product of my twisted mind, therefore it is not a fanfic, but a
story.

WARNING: This story contains, murder, blood, demonic and sad themes.
That's why it's dark. Sorry, no rape.
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                Part 6 of, The seven sins and virtues.........

    It seemed the whole world was now a hell hole. A god named Majin
which a religion was based around. But Majin was actually Satan, lord of
hell, king of hatred, ruler of the shadows. And Sarah was his grand
priestess, or that�s how it seemed. Preparing the world for judgement
day, a day that I feel I must stop. I don�t feel like super hero, or a
great man about to win a victory over the forces of darkness. I fell
like shit, like I�m dying.
    And now I see angel�s launching attacks on the demon chapel,
breaking up the baptism. I�m not complaining about that but it defies
all rational thinking. Demon�s don�t exist. Angel�s don�t exist. But do
my eyes deceive me then, am I really insane now?
    Then there�s the object which the little id owns, the one he cries
over. Why can�t I see what he has. He says I�m not ready, how? Why am I
not ready? After the stuff I�ve had to endure why can�t I see it? Fuck
him, fuck everything. Just let me die in the judgement day and rest.
Rest is all I need, eternal rest.
    Now I am going home for a slight taste of eternal rest. I am home to
go to sleep. Nothing heroic like demon slaying or spying, just sleep. I
am no hero, I am only a normal bastard and I should be treated as such.
    Yet something tugs at my soul, stopping me from pursuing my
selfishness. What stops me from this? Who is putting me through this
hell and why? What did I do to deserve such a crappy life?........
    I walked up to my house, none of the lights were on. The door in
front of me was a simple white, with a black glass part just above the
knob which reached to the top of the door. The knob was just an ordinary
knob which was starting to rust slightly. All of this aside I turned the
door and it opened. Mom must have left it unlocked.
    I was a little angry at the thought, anyone could just waltz in.
Then I noticed something above the door. The numbers 666. I ignored any
thought of why the house number was changed, I was to tired to think
about it.
    As I opened the door and walked in I saw what my mind was trying to
tell me about, what I ignored. The whole white carpet floor was soaked
red, and the stench of blood hung in the air. I closed the door behind
me and continued to walk in.
    As I walked in, I saw hundreds of dead bodies, all of them belonging
to the cult. They were all dead in gruesome ways which I couldn�t
describe, I never wanted to. I moved from room to room examining the
dead bodies. There were so many.
    I decided to go into the kitchen now. As I walked across the carpet
it made a disgusting squish sound because of all the blood it absorbed.
And then I reached the kitchen. All that was in there was a simple
table. A refrigerator and a microwave. Walls with white wallpaper over
them.It was a small room and just like the rest it was covered with
blood. All over the carpet floors, all over the walls. On the table and
the refrigerator, on everything. There must have been a dozen dead
bodies in this room, one of them was familiar. And then I screamed,
�MOM!�
    I ran over to her blood-covered body and looked her over. She was
dead, a large hole in her chest and her heart pulled out. It seemed that
everything I had in life was gone. I wished it would just end. End and
let me go of its grasp. Why was life so cruel, why?
    �It�s so unfair isn�t it, quite a shame. Everything is lost in the
darkness. It is a wonder why anyone seeks shelter there. It must be
related to the fact that they think the light has forsaken them and
there only choice was to sell their souls in hope of a better life.�
    I turned around to see an angel there, hovering above the ground.
She wore a look of sympathy on her face as she looked around. From what
I could tell it was the same angel that I met in my dreams. The same
long blond hair. Wearing the same white robe and wings. The eyes, the
face, everything. �What do you want? Just leave me alone.�
    The angel, Azreal shook her head. �I just want to help you. Leaving
you alone will just mean death for everyone else, and yourself. You may
want death, but does everyone else deserve it?�
    I shook my head as I fell to my knees, not having enough power to
stand up. �No, but I just want to be left alone. There is nothing for me
to do. At least let me alone with my own self pity.�
    Azreal moved closer to me and a look of despair shot across her
face. �You are more important then you think. We, the angel�s, need your
help. The other six are gone and you are the only one left.�
    I looked up at her in wonder. �What do you mean other six? And what
can I do that�s so important. I�m just one man, and a pathetic one at
that.�
    Azreal then began to snap at me. �Don�t you ever think like that!
You are a very important person, everyone is. Now stop basking in your
pity and get up! Us angels will not let the human world vanish just
because you hide behind a shield of sorrow!� These harsh words were soon
followed by me being slapped across the face. Angels weren�t as nice as
I thought.
    I looked up at her. �Leave me alone! I don�t care what you think!
This isn�t a movie where you will convince me to help you with a few
pretty words! I am not controlled by anyone! No one!� I felt my anger
swell up inside of me.
    Azreal nodded at this decision. �So be it then. The world will
vanish and you will die. Maybe if you�re lucky you will live and your
soul will die, Satan needs you. And then you can spend an eternity in
hell with your love Sarah.� She said this calmly for she knew strong
words would cause a strong response.
    As Azreal floated out of the room I felt an urge to ask her, and
then maybe help her. Damn bitch! She�s manipulating me, and I�m falling
for this old routine. But I couldn�t resist the urge to know. �I might
help you. When I know the truth.�
    Azreal turned around and moved towards me again. �Good. You will not
like the truth. It will hurt you a lot more then ignorance. Do you
really want to know? If I tell you the truth, you might lose your mind.
We are only holding you up by a thread now.�
    I nodded. It was better then wondering, no matter what she said.
�Okay. Tell me the truth, the whole truth.�
    Azreal sighed and then began. �Okay. In the world there are seven
sins and seven virtues. Each one opposes each other, keeping an eternal
balance. The seven sins are, pride, greed, envy, wrath, lust, gluttony
and sloth. But there are seven virtues which oppose them. In the same
order as before. Humility, generosity, unresting love, self-control,
temperance and zeal.�
    I nodded and frowned. �What does this have to do with the events
today?�
    Azreal then continued. �All right then I�ll skip some small parts.
Okay. Now there are seven demons who represent each sin. They are like
evil spirits who enter cities and towns creating this emotion
everywhere. But there are seven spirits who can oppose the demons, the
seven virtues. These seven spirits who oppose the sins fought the sins
in an epic battle. The sins were defeated and cast into exile from this
world, sealed away. But this did not stop the evil from seeping through.
But this is not important to this story. Now onto the more important
part. Satan is the lord of hell, the devil. But he is weak, no where
near as strong as anyone might expect. He gains his power by using the
seven sins as puppets. He controls them perfectly and without them he
has no real army, no one to help him. So he needed to unseal them from
their place of binding. Then it came to him. The seven spirits had
inhabited human bodies and they went about trying to help people. Their
minds merged with the other persons mind creating a person who is very
generous or has great zeal depending on who inhabited the body. Satan
knew since they sealed the sins away, then they could release them. The
only way to release them using the spirits was to corrupt them. Make
them as evil as the sins so they would open the seals, so Satan could
have more puppets. And as each one was corrupted, the world became more
twisted without their unknown influence on it.� She paused for a second
and then continued. �So he spent his time gathering the seven. He could
only release them all at once, he didn�t have enough power to release
them one at a time. With each spirit�s soul used as a key to unlock the
seal.� She paused to take a break.
    I nodded trying to figure out what the hell was going on. Was it all
the truth? It sounded like an elaborate fantasy story. But he couldn�t
help but believe it, something within him told him so. �Please
continue.�
    Azreal, the angel nodded. �Six of them were captured, one of the
seven is Sarah. She was the first to go, the spirit of generosity. She
was the first to go. And for the past ten years he searched for the
rest, and he found all six. You�re the seventh, the spirit of unresting
love.�
    I was surprised to hear that. But surprised was not a big enough
word to describe it. I felt a terrible feeling at this. �NO! Get away!
I�m just a normal person. And if I was this spirit, then why hasn�t he
found me yet? Taken me away?�
    Azreal looked at me with the eyes of pity. I didn�t want her pity, I
just wanted to be alone.�You weren�t caught because we were protecting
you. I was protecting you from him. Hiding you from his vision.
Protecting your soul and your sanity. In a way I am your guardian
angel.�
    I felt my sanity slip away. As the world seemed to leave my eyes I
watched Azreal closed her eyes and seemed to be focusing onto something.
She was focusing on keeping my sanity intact. And she was failing.
    Azreal tried with all her might, I could tell. Barriers were being
thrown up to stop the raging beast, but only to be knocked down by it. I
felt it coming, the insanity. Then the beast stopped and I felt my mind
starting to stay in place. The beast was slain, but how. Then a picture
appeared in my head, a picture of Sarah. I saw the picture stand there,
the one thing holding me together. I felt some clarity, I knew what to
do. But something still tugged at my mind.
    Azreal smiled as her eyes opened. �Good, you draw your power from
that. Now will you help me. Not to save the world, not to stop the
darkness, not to save the angels but to save Sarah, your love?�
    I shook my head. �Why should help Sarah? I did not really love her,
I see that now. You even said it was because I was the spirit of
unresting love. I didn�t love her, it was just a shadow created by that
spirit.� My voice seemed to drag down again, ready to fall into
insanity.
    Azreal wouldn�t accept this though. �No, that�s not true. You love
her. The spirit only makes you understand love better. With its help you
have kept on loving her for this long. Very few people are capable of
that love. Eternal, understanding, truthful and unrelenting love. Your
love is your own, the spirit just gives you the clarity to see it.�
    I knew she was right. And it was easier to accept the truth then to
fight against it. Even if truth varies with each person who looks upon
it. It is still the truth to me. And that�s all that
matters to me, what I think. �I will help, for Sarah. So I can see her
again, not the corrupted spirit.�
    Azreak shook her head. �It�s not that easy. Something in your mind
is resisting. It will not let you use your power. You must deal with
that part in whatever way you can. You will go into the dream world you
know so much of, the place where you met the little kid. I will put up a
dream shield over your dreams so Satan cannot enter. But then I cannot
enter as well. You�re on your own. Just remember any danger you face is
just part of you. If you wish hard enough, and fight against it with
your whole mind it will be defeated.�
    I agreed to go and Azreal put the shield over me. Then she put me to
sleep and I heard a few words from her. �Remember. You gain power from
your hope and despair. You gain hope and despair over Sarah. That�s why
you feel them so much, that�s why the hope and despair within you never
ends, you miss her so greatly. The hope for her to return, and the
despair when she left. Remember, hope is a powerful weapon, especially
coupled with despair.�
Before I could ask about Satan and this power, I fell asleep, put under
her spell. And into the darkness.
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This story is ORIGINAl, some people have been asking what anime it's
based on. It's based on NONE, it's ORIGINAL! C and C's are welcome,
flames accepted.