₊˚.༄ God Complex
PROLOGUE:
( genesis. )
"we always tear our gods to bits,
and eat the bits we like."
The beginning and the end, a cynical cycle Rika Seira knew all too well. Beginnings always came with jubilee: smiles as bright as morning birth, hugging the fresh start like a summers breeze, and songs of praise dowsing the new tale as if it were a hero returning from war. Yet, you can not have beginnings without ends, you can't have happiness without sadness, you can't have good without evil, and you can't have sunshine without rain.
Rika Seira had found herself at the end of her beginning, but such an end came with commemoration and anticipation. Seira had been waiting her whole life for the end of her wretched beginning, and now that it was finally here, she couldn't help but smile as if god had finally delivered upon a promise he vowed to keep.
Seira hadn't always been in the position she found herself in. Songs of her name use to follow her like a shadow ready to strike for her heals, just waiting to take her very soul to the depths of Hell. Now, she was simply a ghost, one that sang hymns of other great heroes that had long since passed to time, and such songs left her gripping at crucifixes and kneeling to a higher power that had long since abandoned this earthly plain.
Seira wasn't always religious. Sure, she had always believed in a God and a Devil, but believing in such good and evils didn't make you religious. It simply made you a believer, because religion meant you went to church and acted upon the bible, and Seira had never found herself welcomed to the house of the lord until after her departure from hunting devils down like a sport. Until now, wearing the white robes of purity and calling her fellow comrades sisters.
It was the only way to stay hidden. It was the only way to stay safe. It was the only way to stay a ghost. It was what she told herself.
Yet, here Seira lies, underneath the rubble and smoke of the chapel she had come to call home, hungry for air like a soldier clinging to their dying breath. Her blonde curls matted and tangled together like two lovers legs underneath the comfort and privacy of the bed sheets. Her silver eyes filled with euphoria from the long awaited numbness that death comforted those who found themselves wondering into his oblivion of uncertainties.
Some deep part of her though, locked behind a door she never dared open, for the contents inside would abstract the mold Seira had perfected ages ago. She wondered, and maybe even longed to know the answer to what if. What if she could do it all over again, would she do it differently? What if she never left the devil hunting agency, would she have died a noble death? What if she lived a normal life, would she have been satisfied? Would she have been free?
She refused to open the door though, even in her dying moment, she wouldn't dare give such thoughts the light of day. They would die buried, and their tales would be but a memory that would stay hidden, and as the line between the living and the dead began to blur, and time slowed with each ragged breath Seira drew in, she knew that all her secrets and demons would stay buried. No more sleepless nights begging for a merciful god to save her, no more burying the rotting disease that grew in her brain in the form of lost echoes, and best of all no more second guesses. This is the closest she would get to freedom, and she refused to second guess such a luxury.
A blinding light grew in Seira's vision, and she couldn't help but reach her hands up to the now revealing sky, hoping to grasp the gates of heaven, hoping that a loving god would reach back towards her and embrace her broken and grotesque soul. The moment quickly passed though, for the blinding light quickly faded just as it came, and Seira laid their puzzled. Her mind began to race; was this the afterlife? Why was it taking her forever to pass on? Was this all just some grand dream her mind had conjured up?
"To think a human would long for death like a woman longs for children," a voice spoke, making Seira crane her neck to look at the culprit.
Her eyes stared puzzled at what stood several feet away from her. A being of light stood tall like an unmoving oak tree, yet there were no distinguishing features to place onto the being. she could make out the lengthy arms and hands, but there were no nerves, tissue, or fingerprints drawn onto them. There was a head, but no face: no eyes to witness the movie of reality unravel, no mouth to speak its truth, no nose to breath in the toxic fumes plaguing the earth. It was like seeing an unfinished piece of art, it had the structure, but lacked the detail.
"Are you a god or a devil?" Seira's voice sounded foreign to her own ears, for the church she had dedicated her last moments of life to had made her swear an act of silence.
"What determines a god or a devil?" The being of light spoke, the response came so quickly, like it had anticipated her question.
"Wether their good or evil." Seira spoke plainly, her social battery with this foreigner already drained from the little words exchanged between the two.
"And what determines good or evil?"
The questions just kept coming, and they infuriated Seira to no end. What was with all the interrogating from the foreign species, and why did they want to pick at her morals like some obsessive psychologist.
"Wether they take action out of the kindness of their heart, or the evil of their mind,"
With that a cackle was elicited from the divine, "who's to say one can not be both," it said with a mocking tone.
Seira opened her mouth to respond, but it quickly closed like a mousetrap onto a rodent. Who was to say one can not be both, for humans walked along the cracks of both sides. She had walked that line her whole life. She had dealt out judgement when she was not in the position to do so, and she did such acts of so called righteousness with sinful tactics. She swore her soul was pure, but her grotesque hands that ran red with blood like a river of dead bodies objected such naive thinking.
"What do you want with me," was all Seira could respond with.
"I am fascinated with the contradiction that warps your soul, so I would like you to make a deal with me." The now unmasked devil moved closer to Seira, kneeling down to her crooked position like a worshipper kneeling to its god.
"I don't make deals with devil's. I kill them," Seira growled like a rabid dog ready to bite the hand that feeds it.
"That's were my contradiction comes into play, and mine may benefit you," The hands of the being cupped Seira's cheeks, "I am no mere devil, for I am the god devil." It's name spilled like sweet honey into Seira's ears, and she gobbled up its title like a starved animal.
"How can a devil be a god," she questioned.
"Devil's are formed out of fear, and how do you think a god conquers mankind?"
She knew devils were created from fear, and she also knew anything was possible. The rotting world she lived on that scarred and scorched her feet preached the abnormal, and monsters taking form of mankind's demons swore their allegiance their home of hell fire. Nothing was normal about the world, nothing was normal about Seira's life, and nothing was normal about this situation.
"What do you want with me," Seira prodded the question again, but really she wanted to know what this deal entailed.
"I want to live inside your soul, and I want you to kill the devil's that killed me in hell."
"And what do I receive from this deal besides unimaginable power," Seira asked with venom dripping from every word spilled from her cracked lips.
"Freedom."
There it was, what Seira had longed for her whole life. It was giving itself to her like a whore served on a silver platter, and all she had to do was agree to the arrangements. She need only say yes and all her dreams and ambitions come true, but at the price of returning to her old life of blood shed and death.
"The path to paradise begins in hell," was all Seira needed to say for the deal to be made.
In the beginning god created the heavens and the earth, and on the first day he said let there be light, and so day and night were created. On the second day he said let there be a vault between the waters, and so the sky was painted. On the third day he created the land and nature, and both thrived in his words. On the fourth day god created time, and so the sun and moon both rose high and mighty in their respected sky. On the fifth day god created the animals that would thrive off the waters and the land, and both lived in harmony in their respected homes. On the sixth day god created mankind in his perfect image, but they would later turn their backs to such love to achieve what they thought could be freedom.
On the seventh day he resurrected a perfectly balanced woman, one who would merge and walk all three paths of mankind, devil, and god. She would become his double edged sword, but she would dedicate herself to his perfect image. She would return mankind to their creator, and she would destroy all those who opposed his words. She would be the one man army that would drive the devils to extinction.
( WORD COUNT ) 1699
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and here is the prologue of my soon to be favorite story. i'm really liking this prologue a lot, for i love the simplicity, but complex moments a lot. anywho, i hope you lovely souls enjoyed and don't forget to vote, comment, and share!
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