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Chapter 10: Night on Hell's doorstep.
I knocked on the door of apartment number 123. I was here to meet
with Sarah, as a favor. But that was not the real reason, it was the one
I was planning to use. The real reason was I knew Sarah was linked to
this all, but how. Did she work for one of the people Lilith spoke
about? Or was I all wrong? Was this all real? I think so.
After a few seconds, a woman answered the door. It was Sarah, yet
she looked, nicer. She had her hair arranged more neatly, and her face
was covered in makeup. She had dark purple lipstick on her lips, which
were now the same colour of her hair. She wore a dark black and crimson
red gown which was so elegant words could not describe it. All around
she looked beautiful, but that mattered not to me.
"Hello Douglas! Welcome to my temporary residence. Make yourself at
home!"
"How temporary?" I replied in a rather cold voice.
Sarah's smiled faltered a slight bit at my tone, but she soon
regained it. "Tonight. I have another place, but I'm not taking you
there tonight."
I nodded slowly and said nothing. But finally Sarah broke the
silence. "Well why don't you come in?" I nodded again.
She moved into the room and walked away from the door, giving me
room to walk in, which I did.
The room was large, dimly lighted with some candles scattered
around, despite the fact there were electric lights all around. In the
center of the room was a glass table with a red silken tablecloth over
it. On that table were half a dozen red candles aligned in a circular
position, giving off great light.
There was a large array of food on the table. Ham, turkey, chicken,
well cooked sweet- potatoes, caviar and half a dozen other things I had
never seen before. But there were three kinds of wine on the table,
sealed in three green bottles. There was the red wine, white wine, and
some sort of blue wine.
She urged me over to one seat at the table. I silently sat down at
it and looked at the fine china plates and the pure silver utensils. As
well as the fine crystal wine glasses.
Sarah sat down at the seat on the other side of the table, smiling
widely. "Thank you for coming over........ have you ever had wine
before?" I nodded, so she continued. "Good. Then you have no problems
with drinking it, even though you're not of legal age." I nodded again.
"Okay then. Do you want the red wine, it was made in 1456. Or the white,
1389, or the extremely old blue one, 1092?"
I shrugged my shoulders and picked one at random, not that I really
cared. "I'll take the red one."
She nodded and picked up the bottle of wine. The cork spontaneously
vanished and she poured it into my glass, and then into hers. After
laying the bottle down and the cork reappearing, she continued talking.
"I'm so glad you came here, I know you wouldn't have come under normal
conditions." I nodded. "It's just that......"
I cut her off. "I'll be blunt as usual. I want to know who you work
for and why you're doing this to me?"
A very loud sigh was released from her mouth as she took a sip of
the red wine. "You are very blunt, aren't you? Well, first of all, I act
this way because I'm very....... interested in you....... you're the
kind of man I really like."
I couldn't even believe that line for a second. "A half-crazed,
anti-social, murderous person who doesn't like you?"
"Yes."
"I find that hard to believe."
Sarah took another sip of the wine and leaned back on the chair.
"You shouldn't, you already have the other two after you. Lilith and
Alice, and they like you for reasons I can't even imagine."
"So then why do you like me so much, Sarah Delir?"
"Because you're strong willed, you won't be pressured, you can be
cruel and evil when you want, you can resist my charms. And frankly, you
are quite handsome, even if you don't think so yourself."
"Not bad reasons. Maybe there's another."
"Another?"
"Who do you work for."
She sat up straight at that and looked at her glass of wine. "Do you
really want to know? Is it that important?" I nodded. "Fine then. I work
for a group known by many names. But the best way to describe it to you
is, Demon. I am a Demon, I work for Demons and I live in Hell, for the
most part."
Now it was my turn to take a sip of the wine. It was hard to believe
this, and I needed a little alcohol to calm myself down. "I see. And
you're doing this under orders. Am I right?"
"I have orders to get you to �join us', but that's not the real
reason. I want to get to know you. You're a very interesting person,
like I said before."
"What if I refuse to, �join you'? In whatever you do."
"I don't know. We may let you go, we may have to kill you. It is not
my place to decide. I do not rule."
"And why do you want me to join the Demons so much."
"For the same reason everyone wants you to join them. They have you,
they win."
"Why?"
"Ah, I see, you do not know. Well let me tell you, but you are NOT
going to like it."
"TELL ME!"
"You are, Christ, the Messiah, the second coming. You are the son of
god, and with you hangs the fate of everything."
At that moment, everything I knew fell apart. Somehow I handled the
magic, the end of the world idea, the attempts to kill me, the people
who want to use me. But this was to far. To say I was Christ was
something beyond the belief of anyone. I am a murderer, an insane man,
no prophet. I am not a public speaker, not a person of faith. I am half
a man with a broken heart of glass, nothing more. Maybe less.
Quickly getting up from the table I ran out the front door leaving
Sarah saying, "I will be waiting for you. Whenever you are ready! I know
this is hard. Give it some time, and you will see the truth, wherever it
leads you." And I heard a faint whisper as I ran down the apartment
stairs. "I just hope it leads you to me."
As I ran down the stairs I felt something hit me, and quickly I fell
asleep.
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Thanks for reading, please send C&C! *_*
Some people may ask why the main character takes things so well without
freaking out like me and you would. And here is the obvious answer. He
killed his family so it takes A LOT to phase him. Being told someone
likes him is not BIG, but being told you are the Messiah is. Think about
it.............