This Place
Going to Hell wasn't what I thought it would be like, it wasn't as painful as I imagined. In fact I can describe Hell as this: it's there to conflict, to irritate, to annoy, it's friction; static. It'll give you the emotions you least desire when you least want them. If you wanted to be warm you'll suddenly find yourself growing colder. When you become slightly use to the cold you'll find yourself becoming warmer, or you could simply find yourself in agony. Either way, Hell knows how to put you through, well...Hell. I started here as an exile, banished from my home as a child. I had wondered in places where you wish you'd internally combust than stay there another minute, but saying that it's still miles better than a moment here. Like many demons of the Lord Hades I'm not a prisoner here, it became my home. Infact I don't have a lot of memories before I came to this place. Other than feeling excluded and isolated from any living organism, I've wondered before if that might be the reason I found this place, or that it found me. My life is contempt with pain and suffering on others, especially mortals those petty worthless peasants, former kings, queens, servants, commoners, bourgeoisie, and village idiots. Here of rape, of deceit, of crimes so crude that it even makes me, the Hell dweller that I am cringe. It makes me feel almost happy to know I play apart on their punishment, these people and so many of these creatures deserve punishment of this kind.
There's a place near the entrance of Hell where it is possible to see deep inside the mind and consciousness of the soul who treads onto the underworlds ground, used originally for the torturers of Lucifer to judge how to efficiently break that soul, in Hell there's no mercy, in Hell there is no sympathy. You will have no friends there, your body will want to quit in Hell, your mind will want to shut down. Hell does not let you rest; you are Hells slave when you have been sentenced there. Blink never felt he was sentenced but called for, for he has no reason to conclude to little else. Neither a follower nor a slave, he was there of his own will as shocking as that may seem. Leaving he knows is impossible, if he only had a desire to leave at all.
Days were long for the creature, he walks around doing his daily chores with a certain glee, an ignorance in which he believes no other demon could possibly do his work as well as he. It's been a very long time since he was in exile his home was in fact on an entirely different planet to Earth. Just like every other demon, person, creature or thing that stepped on to Hells grounds he was surprised to know that they were in fact all connected. After all it is a known fact that unfamiliarity can be one of the most frightening things to happen to a being. Unless of course you are a familiar of the planet Llexxamm, whose sole purpose of being is to be unfamiliar to each other- which can get very confusing at family reunions. Natives of the planet call each other Llexxammians, to you and me however they're known as shape-shifters. Their Hell can only be described as a constant repeat of an EastEnders omnibus- constant familiarity with no surprises. Yes the gate of Blindness shows a lot about a species, as Blink our own personal hell demon will eventually find out. His purpose will fall far from his daily routine of cleaning the gallows and emptying the buckets of entrails. However, I don't want to let you in on too much of the story, but he is essential in helping out on the tragedy of our soon to be known protagonist.
Leona
Outside looked like a a frosted glass, my eyes reaching out to look passed the mist of the daylight fog. I hadn't eaten for days, it's difficult to eat when you know you've done something wrong, terrible in fact. I hadn't intended it to of ended like it did, it was a fling. He was their husband not mine, there really isn't any more to it than that. It's that same reason why I can't bring myself to eat, why my mouth is dry, reminiscent of red wine still lingering on the roof of my mouth and the stench of stale cigarettes blowing out old smoke from my clothes from last night’s social chain smoking. I've become less of a person, a half glass in a swimming pool, so much water available yet only a petit glass, so small that it won't hold enough water to quench the thirst. It's a guilty thirst what I'm feeling I know it is. The pass few days I've tried everything to taking my own life to dwelling in the seedy local inns what make up the desolate down which I live. Nothing seems to numb my hurt, my undeserving hurt. Only humans with humane emotions should feel like this, not monsters like me. I don't think there's a lot else I can do now. Par from say sorry, but am I? I did it, and if I was sorry I wouldn't even of done it, right? The girl I was, the woman I am, so much I was, so much I can no longer manage to be. My husband Tommy, he loved me, and all I did was through him to the side like he didn't matter, as if he never mattered. He once repeated to me over and over again, through countless nights of intimacy that he loved me, that he'll never let me go, that if I loved him he would never leave me; here I stand. Alone, never again can I face myself in front of this self made massacre.
There are a few things what will escape my mind. Love. Religion. Tommy.
With Leona's last thoughts streaming through her mind she takes her kitchen knife and mercilessly impales her heart. It took ten days for her neighbours to notice she was even missing, she would of remained there longer if it weren't for the milk man doing his rounds. Her husband knew she was temperamental, he knew she was easily led, he knew this would happen; he was happy it did. Tommy kissed his new girlfriend at her funeral, finally rid of his wife for good, little he had to do to get rid of her as well. Yet in every callous flux he knew one day that he would end up in the same place as Leona, thinking this, and only of this; Tommy cried.
7 YEARS BEFORE
Seven years before all things were different, the night wasn't as permanent as it seemed to be for Leona and Tommy. Their passion for each other was just igniting and it did seem to them that love would be this way forever. Tommy held her close, closer than she had ever been held by a strange boy, stranger than most in his case. He would try poorly to serenade her yet somehow succeeding in all blunt, nearly pathetic attempts at singing and plucking at his guitar. She was somehow entertained by the goof what laid bumbling before her; rarely had she ever had so much attention from a person before. So much so that she could of stood there all day listening to the grinding notes, she was precautious at first though, even going so far as to standing him up on their first date. It somehow didn't feel right until they ended up finding themselves at the same college. He asked her out, she said yes, they went out....
Tommy 7 years ago
Personally I can't believe that a girl like that could ever be interested in me, truly interested in me. I'm a geek for goodness sake, a fool who doesn't know the difference between a G string and a G string!! Honestly I actually do but I hope you can see my predicament, Leona she, well she stirs me. In every amazing possible way that a man can be shaken, not in the cool slick Bond way either, I'm talking milkshake on a roller-coaster stirred, baby. Think I might propose to her, or maybe ask her out properly first, don't want to rush things do I? I can remember her today so vividly, like an angel. An angelic rock chic that just didn't give a shit, smoking her rolled up cig down to the filter then throwing it carelessly to the pavement. Neil Young T-shirt, tattooed wings on each arm. She was hard core I wasn't I knew that straight away. Yet there was something inside of me that made me want to go for it, animal instinct or something- man it was truly animal. I took her by the arm, I said that I was going to kiss her, and I just did. I was over taken by passion and I don't think I could ever look back. What I loved about it was how she wanted it, she wanted this strange man to kiss her randomly, she never said no, she never told me to stop. She gave me her number, and from then I don't think I've been able to control my adrenaline. I've never taken Ecstasy, but I can imagine that this is the only equivalent.
BLINK 7 years ago
Bah bah bah bah, another day at work. And I say it is just another gloriously hellish day! I think I could love the Devil- oh wait, I do! Haha! In all honesty I think I would torture every soul in the world if it made him happy. Hmm, my life is good...
Leona 7 years ago
I think it was pity why I let him kiss me, but I guess it was exhilarating, being kissed so quickly, so suddenly so passionately, so, SO. It was invigorating; I fell from idiocentric to being totally absorbed into this boy who was before me. I don't know if I could really carry on my life with this idiot in my life, there are a few times when you know that your life will change, this is my life changing moment. Before me I see Heaven, I see Hell. I see despair, I see happiness. In this life of mine....
Something's were not be guessed seven years ago, like Tommy finally losing his virginity, or Leona putting out. No, it wasn't really written in the stars yet somehow these two lovers felt that they really were meant to be together forever after. Neither of them would pry their arms away from each other, they past lives seemed to coincide, juxtaposed perfectly that their contrast appeared addictive.
Several things happened in the next few years, life altering things for each of them...
Like Leona's love affair with blue gin
unfortunately for her Leona didn't have that many passions in her life. One was the bass, the other was tattoos it wasn't long until she needed to find something else to fill the void. The void wasn't a lack of love for Tommy it was only a desire of lust, an urge what leaped from her like an overpowering thunderstorm; the same desire which attracted her to Tommy so much. Spontaneity happened to be her weakness, it was her weakness what brought her to her knees, it was her weakness what brought her to Hell, to Blink.
BLINK: Somewhere, sometime
I do not think that my life could be more perfect than it is now, all I do all day is set fire to people I don't like and I don’t like anyone, fantastic, just fantastic, haha.
Tommy: four years ago
I decided today that I was going to get a tattoo, this for me, is a serious thing. My family's religious, like Egyptians they just think everything and bloody fucking every part of the body is precious. I just wanted to let them know- fuck you! Not in a nasty way, but in a look this is my own way, way, you know? So me and Leona were setting off to this shop and we were stopped by these lads and they said that they had tickets to this band, The Draft. We happened to of heard of this band, I happened to be interested, I couldn't think of a better piece of luck in my life.
Hell, 2 seconds in.
Fucking Hell, this place will fucking destroy me. Hell is fire, Hell is death, Hell is black on green, on red, on white, on blue. It's destroyed, annihilated, forgotten. I don't like this fucking place and at the minute I fucking hate you. You want Hell, I can show you Hell, Hell is your fear, Hell is your anxiety, your place of secrets callously thrown on the fucking fire. Welcome to Hell, what they said to me. Fucking pieces of shit, welcome to Hell.
A lot's just happened, welcome to the beginning.. .
BLINK
Hell's a funny place. You'll see a man lose his sanity, a child's head might simply pop off like a chickens. It's standard everyday stuff, they lose themselves, they give in, this is what happens. This woman had lost her everything, her body had been burned, poked, prodded, torn, ripped, pulled apart. Her mind teased, tortured, fooled, toyed with, mocked and subjected to humiliation. That day a man walked in to my home, as many do. He lost his mind, as many do. Only this time he carried on walking, I wasn't sure of what I was looking at, or why I hadn't just thrown a spear through his heart. I have to admit I was impressed, but it wouldn't be long till he folds with the misery conjured in this place.
Tommy
I don't know if I should go, the gates of Hell are in front of me. I may die from walking through them, I might end up staying there forever, I might not even manage to save her. I can't remember how I got here, I was drinking, the beach? The drugs? Am I still high? This should of waited till the morning but the impulse overthrew me. My mind just feels like a fish on a hook with Leona, I don't know if I can let her go so easily, if her soul can be saved I've got to try, if I save her I might save myself, my hollow feelings. I think to myself if I can save her I might have a chance. Just a minor chance.
Little to everything was about to happen. Tommy had walked into hell with his heart before his mind and everything was telling him that it was a bad idea. He knew where Leona was, he knew from his nightmares. He wasn't a dreamer, those wasn't dreams, they were messages, they were signs. All telling him to go one way, straight to hell.
Tommy
It fucking ain't fair, this fucking mess that my fucking ex fucking wife is putting me through, fuckin hate that whore, hate is what i'm walking for right? Mother fucker, damn whore, need to think, keep thinking, no, walk, less thought, makes it... Fucking easier my bollocks, fucking bitch needs to sort her head out, to end up in hell! Needs to be shot, I'll shoot her, that's what I'm here for, going to shoot her, right between the eyes. No. I love her, I need her, she makes me immortal, invincible, it's why I'm still walking. Fucking slag, she needs to burn, she'll burn, she is, I bet, BURNING... HaHA ha Haa.
Leona
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BLINK
She's lost now, little will bring that girl back. She interested me, just for a little while; I admit she brought on a fascination for me. A desire for flesh, one I've not felt for a long while, like a breath of fresh air after smoking for fifty years, finally managing to breathe real life. She was there, I think I could have been in love with her, I looked at her every day, I think if I said something to her she could have liked me. I'm not a handsome creature, but I do believe that I can interact with mortals like mortals interact; they are lower species, specimens for us higher creatures of Damian. I thought I'd ask her out, but she was sleeping.
Tommy's losing his mind, Blink thinks he's found love, Leona's in another place, a place no one can reach her. An old man waits on an empty British coast, they're some pictures and candles surrounding him. A disturbance is happening in the underworld, Lucifer is opening his eyes to the boy walking past obstacles what many have never passed before, Lucifer is not worried, he never worries.
Lucifer
Pity on those who believe they can defy my law. Pity on those who think they can manipulate my way of life here. Pity on those who believe love is real. Pity on those for it is those pathetic souls I devour and make my own, I am your predator, I will eat you for my dinner, I will consume your belief, and evaporate your soul identity. I am your food chain, the sooner you except you fate the sooner I can have my meal; perish.
Tommy: He knew he was in love
Love is the speed of light, it is the end of the world and the beginning of your own. You immerse yourself in it, devour it, reap from it, take advantage of it. You will take it for granted, you'll probably appreciate it every day. Love takes your hand then leads you astray; it may take your hand and lead you to tomorrow. Love is random, it's a pantomime throwing sweets out to the crowd, lucky to those who get some, those who don't never know the texture of its body. Love becomes your lives embodiment, an ominous creation created by the exact opposite. You eat it, drink it, breath it, feel it. It becomes the most important part of you existence, your meaning of life. It answers lives questions without the expectancy of the falling knife.
Love took me, I didn't know what it was. As gradual as it all seemed I hadn't noticed how different I knew I was becoming. It was when I met her, she stole my meaning, my ambitions became her. Expressions were expressionless if it didn't tell the tale of her beauty, I would feel as though my knees would crumble if I expressed my love in real words. I was a victim of her desire and I was more than happy to succumb her will. I'll be in her fairly tale and she in mine. This is how it felt, never was anxiety my issue, it was the danger that led me to her.
Tommy: not long before it went wrong
Shot down blood red, and dying; I wished it was that romantic. I was caught between love and hate, I truly couldn't grasp my feelings on her for long. It was like having your eyes closed and waiting for those little white beads of light to appear then seeing them gradually fade away. I wanted to hold on to my feelings but I was completely uncertain, I had told her I loved her, and I knew I had meant it. I just don't know what love's meant to be, utmost, that was my demise. She had loved before and I hadn't, I was weak, feeble, insecure and positively running low in self esteem. I hated that she knew more than me, especially when it came to feelings in a relationship, I had no reins. I held on tight to my own dignity, at least I thought I had done. The truth of it I think it was that I was scared of her, like a child without its parents for the first time. Out of his cot, and with no direction to where his body would take him, I'd simply drift along with love. She was use to this concept I think, and I don't know if I was ready to handle the uncertainty. Idealistically I would have done it, regardless of any consequence what would occur. Just my heart leads me astray, and I stumble on with meaningless words of wisdom I would of wrote on a drunken night 'Love is Blue'. Words to say that love is great, deep, and life giving like a great ocean, mesmerising like watching the sky, or sorrowful with the never ending torture of its stereotypical casting. There I lay on the midnight bed, thinking of how my life would end up here, in this place.
Leona
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The tale has found itself unfolding to more than a mere tale of wow and love, but stress, turmoil and a test. A test of character, of will, of the definition of what love is and should be, where it should go and what happens when it fades. His heart knew it would never fit in her life, her life recreated surrounding heroin and vodka. Tommy didn't know where his life would lead him, or where he would end up. He was a fish, swimming relentlessly in his own bowl knowing nought of his destiny, knowing not of his future love; knowing little of how it will devour his being. Love for Tommy, wasn't love what every man feels, it was love what far surpassed anything in which any mortal may have encountered before in its life. He was to be one of the first to know what love and lost would really mean, he was waiting for his soul.
Tommy slowly drifted
BLINK
There, in the black and white.
There is no dreaming,
here in my blackened light.
I'll watch her sleeping, forever sleeping.
Waiting for the guy,
who'll wake her; nay,
shall I ask of why,
for he'll arrive with his soul naked
It was here I examined what I knew was my destiny, in silk white. Her touch, her smell, she was meant for me. I looked into her eyes, crystal clear blue creating echoes of fulfilment which vibrated across my existence. I ended, I began, I was in love. This woman in pain, who would be in pain forever created more than life for me, she was life. She was dying every day, pass dying and dead then dying every day. That was her life, tortured, demented, thrown aside, forgotten about then blown apart by this places entity. It was I who was to salvage the soul, the mortal boy can die, I'll leave him the satisfaction of believing he was responsible for her salvation that will be my revenge against Lucifer.
Lucifer
Dying isn't hard it's the paperwork involved what's painful
I laugh at mortals and I'll laugh at you, you people with your designer shoes, make up, fashion, false society. Through, through and through. I realise every outcome, I know what's yet to be, I realise my part in this, there is true love then there is this.
Sooner or later a story needs to end, whether it be from a man dying, the rain that stops falling down or a dance what's ended with a song. Lucifer is not an idiot, you don't become ruler of an underworld by being stupid and plain evil. He was surprisingly the best man for the job, despite being a carnation of pure evilness; it just happened to work for him in his interview. He was fairly intelligent, and by being so he became more and more powerful, manipulative then a mythos. He became so great that like God, people heard of his great powers and laughed as the fictitious aura surrounding it's history, it's present, it's existence. The problem with this hysteria is that it goes suddenly when you're at the gates of
hell, and you're left thinking of one thing and one thing alone: oh shit. So there it is, no matter how Tommy would try and be a hero you had an antagonist like the Devil there to make damn sure he wasn't going to win. Tommy had bad luck, you don't want your nemesis to be the Devil, especially when you're mortal, and he is, well; immortal. He was near the end, and he was looking for Leona, he was close. He had lost his sanity alot, more than most. More impressively he returned to his normal self after each time is mind went on vacation. Tommy was as wound as a yo yo, and his string could snap with an accidental pull. His desire was to set her free, there was one other soul in the world who would help him, however, it wouldn't be for nothing. Nothing is ever free, even without currency.
BLINK
First, apologies. Nothing was meant to happen like this, I fell in love, and as lovers know love is foolish. I'm sorry sir, I'm not who I thought I was if I know forgiveness was a quality you held I would ask you to allow me that now. Alas, I feel I know the result of my fate, and as such please leave me with my heart intact. This love is more than I could take, you sir, you can tear me apart all you will like. Know now, that I will fall apart a thousand times more if you take that desire away from me. Know, that I would care for you to remember all that I have done in your service. I am an humble creature, I realise. I wish not a breath of harm on her body, nor do I wish my feelings be replaced with terror. However, if my eternal misery is what's required for her sanity then please kill me, today, tomorrow, forever. . .
I see, that is your decision. I understand, I wish it wasn't so, I wish you would let me see her happy. The boy, who is on his way, he will see her won't he? He'll know? It was me you say? Who sent for him? You are forgiving sir, but why? I should stop trying to understand, too many people make mistakes when they try and understand.
Tommy
And all of a sudden things became clearer
Leona
And all of a sudden things became clearer
BLINK
And all of a sudden things became clearer
Tommy saw Leona, neither stayed in hell but neither saw each other again. Love casted Tommy to try and free her but it was the lust of Blink what helped him. The creature he was he was able to help others even without realising. An ability he never knew he had, not even to his grave. Lucifer was not evil on this occasion, even the darkness body can shed light when love sets itself in motion.
Lucifer
And all of a sudden things became clearer.
There's a place near the entrance of Hell where it is possible to see deep inside the mind and consciousness of the soul who treads onto the underworlds ground, used originally for the torturers of Lucifer to judge how to efficiently break that soul, in Hell there's no mercy, in Hell there is no sympathy. You will have no friends there, your body will want to quit in Hell, your mind will want to shut down. Hell does not let you rest; you are Hells slave when you have been sentenced there. Blink never felt he was sentenced but called for, for he has no reason to conclude to little else. Neither a follower nor a slave, he was there of his own will as shocking as that may seem. Leaving he knows is impossible, if he only had a desire to leave at all.
Days were long for the creature, he walks around doing his daily chores with a certain glee, an ignorance in which he believes no other demon could possibly do his work as well as he. It's been a very long time since he was in exile his home was in fact on an entirely different planet to Earth. Just like every other demon, person, creature or thing that stepped on to Hells grounds he was surprised to know that they were in fact all connected. After all it is a known fact that unfamiliarity can be one of the most frightening things to happen to a being. Unless of course you are a familiar of the planet Llexxamm, whose sole purpose of being is to be unfamiliar to each other- which can get very confusing at family reunions. Natives of the planet call each other Llexxammians, to you and me however they're known as shape-shifters. Their Hell can only be described as a constant repeat of an EastEnders omnibus- constant familiarity with no surprises. Yes the gate of Blindness shows a lot about a species, as Blink our own personal hell demon will eventually find out. His purpose will fall far from his daily routine of cleaning the gallows and emptying the buckets of entrails. However, I don't want to let you in on too much of the story, but he is essential in helping out on the tragedy of our soon to be known protagonist.
Leona
Outside looked like a a frosted glass, my eyes reaching out to look passed the mist of the daylight fog. I hadn't eaten for days, it's difficult to eat when you know you've done something wrong, terrible in fact. I hadn't intended it to of ended like it did, it was a fling. He was their husband not mine, there really isn't any more to it than that. It's that same reason why I can't bring myself to eat, why my mouth is dry, reminiscent of red wine still lingering on the roof of my mouth and the stench of stale cigarettes blowing out old smoke from my clothes from last night’s social chain smoking. I've become less of a person, a half glass in a swimming pool, so much water available yet only a petit glass, so small that it won't hold enough water to quench the thirst. It's a guilty thirst what I'm feeling I know it is. The pass few days I've tried everything to taking my own life to dwelling in the seedy local inns what make up the desolate down which I live. Nothing seems to numb my hurt, my undeserving hurt. Only humans with humane emotions should feel like this, not monsters like me. I don't think there's a lot else I can do now. Par from say sorry, but am I? I did it, and if I was sorry I wouldn't even of done it, right? The girl I was, the woman I am, so much I was, so much I can no longer manage to be. My husband Tommy, he loved me, and all I did was through him to the side like he didn't matter, as if he never mattered. He once repeated to me over and over again, through countless nights of intimacy that he loved me, that he'll never let me go, that if I loved him he would never leave me; here I stand. Alone, never again can I face myself in front of this self made massacre.
There are a few things what will escape my mind. Love. Religion. Tommy.
With Leona's last thoughts streaming through her mind she takes her kitchen knife and mercilessly impales her heart. It took ten days for her neighbours to notice she was even missing, she would of remained there longer if it weren't for the milk man doing his rounds. Her husband knew she was temperamental, he knew she was easily led, he knew this would happen; he was happy it did. Tommy kissed his new girlfriend at her funeral, finally rid of his wife for good, little he had to do to get rid of her as well. Yet in every callous flux he knew one day that he would end up in the same place as Leona, thinking this, and only of this; Tommy cried.
7 YEARS BEFORE
Seven years before all things were different, the night wasn't as permanent as it seemed to be for Leona and Tommy. Their passion for each other was just igniting and it did seem to them that love would be this way forever. Tommy held her close, closer than she had ever been held by a strange boy, stranger than most in his case. He would try poorly to serenade her yet somehow succeeding in all blunt, nearly pathetic attempts at singing and plucking at his guitar. She was somehow entertained by the goof what laid bumbling before her; rarely had she ever had so much attention from a person before. So much so that she could of stood there all day listening to the grinding notes, she was precautious at first though, even going so far as to standing him up on their first date. It somehow didn't feel right until they ended up finding themselves at the same college. He asked her out, she said yes, they went out....
Tommy 7 years ago
Personally I can't believe that a girl like that could ever be interested in me, truly interested in me. I'm a geek for goodness sake, a fool who doesn't know the difference between a G string and a G string!! Honestly I actually do but I hope you can see my predicament, Leona she, well she stirs me. In every amazing possible way that a man can be shaken, not in the cool slick Bond way either, I'm talking milkshake on a roller-coaster stirred, baby. Think I might propose to her, or maybe ask her out properly first, don't want to rush things do I? I can remember her today so vividly, like an angel. An angelic rock chic that just didn't give a shit, smoking her rolled up cig down to the filter then throwing it carelessly to the pavement. Neil Young T-shirt, tattooed wings on each arm. She was hard core I wasn't I knew that straight away. Yet there was something inside of me that made me want to go for it, animal instinct or something- man it was truly animal. I took her by the arm, I said that I was going to kiss her, and I just did. I was over taken by passion and I don't think I could ever look back. What I loved about it was how she wanted it, she wanted this strange man to kiss her randomly, she never said no, she never told me to stop. She gave me her number, and from then I don't think I've been able to control my adrenaline. I've never taken Ecstasy, but I can imagine that this is the only equivalent.
BLINK 7 years ago
Bah bah bah bah, another day at work. And I say it is just another gloriously hellish day! I think I could love the Devil- oh wait, I do! Haha! In all honesty I think I would torture every soul in the world if it made him happy. Hmm, my life is good...
Leona 7 years ago
I think it was pity why I let him kiss me, but I guess it was exhilarating, being kissed so quickly, so suddenly so passionately, so, SO. It was invigorating; I fell from idiocentric to being totally absorbed into this boy who was before me. I don't know if I could really carry on my life with this idiot in my life, there are a few times when you know that your life will change, this is my life changing moment. Before me I see Heaven, I see Hell. I see despair, I see happiness. In this life of mine....
Something's were not be guessed seven years ago, like Tommy finally losing his virginity, or Leona putting out. No, it wasn't really written in the stars yet somehow these two lovers felt that they really were meant to be together forever after. Neither of them would pry their arms away from each other, they past lives seemed to coincide, juxtaposed perfectly that their contrast appeared addictive.
Several things happened in the next few years, life altering things for each of them...
Like Leona's love affair with blue gin
unfortunately for her Leona didn't have that many passions in her life. One was the bass, the other was tattoos it wasn't long until she needed to find something else to fill the void. The void wasn't a lack of love for Tommy it was only a desire of lust, an urge what leaped from her like an overpowering thunderstorm; the same desire which attracted her to Tommy so much. Spontaneity happened to be her weakness, it was her weakness what brought her to her knees, it was her weakness what brought her to Hell, to Blink.
BLINK: Somewhere, sometime
I do not think that my life could be more perfect than it is now, all I do all day is set fire to people I don't like and I don’t like anyone, fantastic, just fantastic, haha.
Tommy: four years ago
I decided today that I was going to get a tattoo, this for me, is a serious thing. My family's religious, like Egyptians they just think everything and bloody fucking every part of the body is precious. I just wanted to let them know- fuck you! Not in a nasty way, but in a look this is my own way, way, you know? So me and Leona were setting off to this shop and we were stopped by these lads and they said that they had tickets to this band, The Draft. We happened to of heard of this band, I happened to be interested, I couldn't think of a better piece of luck in my life.
Hell, 2 seconds in.
Fucking Hell, this place will fucking destroy me. Hell is fire, Hell is death, Hell is black on green, on red, on white, on blue. It's destroyed, annihilated, forgotten. I don't like this fucking place and at the minute I fucking hate you. You want Hell, I can show you Hell, Hell is your fear, Hell is your anxiety, your place of secrets callously thrown on the fucking fire. Welcome to Hell, what they said to me. Fucking pieces of shit, welcome to Hell.
A lot's just happened, welcome to the beginning.. .
BLINK
Hell's a funny place. You'll see a man lose his sanity, a child's head might simply pop off like a chickens. It's standard everyday stuff, they lose themselves, they give in, this is what happens. This woman had lost her everything, her body had been burned, poked, prodded, torn, ripped, pulled apart. Her mind teased, tortured, fooled, toyed with, mocked and subjected to humiliation. That day a man walked in to my home, as many do. He lost his mind, as many do. Only this time he carried on walking, I wasn't sure of what I was looking at, or why I hadn't just thrown a spear through his heart. I have to admit I was impressed, but it wouldn't be long till he folds with the misery conjured in this place.
Tommy
I don't know if I should go, the gates of Hell are in front of me. I may die from walking through them, I might end up staying there forever, I might not even manage to save her. I can't remember how I got here, I was drinking, the beach? The drugs? Am I still high? This should of waited till the morning but the impulse overthrew me. My mind just feels like a fish on a hook with Leona, I don't know if I can let her go so easily, if her soul can be saved I've got to try, if I save her I might save myself, my hollow feelings. I think to myself if I can save her I might have a chance. Just a minor chance.
Little to everything was about to happen. Tommy had walked into hell with his heart before his mind and everything was telling him that it was a bad idea. He knew where Leona was, he knew from his nightmares. He wasn't a dreamer, those wasn't dreams, they were messages, they were signs. All telling him to go one way, straight to hell.
Tommy
It fucking ain't fair, this fucking mess that my fucking ex fucking wife is putting me through, fuckin hate that whore, hate is what i'm walking for right? Mother fucker, damn whore, need to think, keep thinking, no, walk, less thought, makes it... Fucking easier my bollocks, fucking bitch needs to sort her head out, to end up in hell! Needs to be shot, I'll shoot her, that's what I'm here for, going to shoot her, right between the eyes. No. I love her, I need her, she makes me immortal, invincible, it's why I'm still walking. Fucking slag, she needs to burn, she'll burn, she is, I bet, BURNING... HaHA ha Haa.
Leona
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BLINK
She's lost now, little will bring that girl back. She interested me, just for a little while; I admit she brought on a fascination for me. A desire for flesh, one I've not felt for a long while, like a breath of fresh air after smoking for fifty years, finally managing to breathe real life. She was there, I think I could have been in love with her, I looked at her every day, I think if I said something to her she could have liked me. I'm not a handsome creature, but I do believe that I can interact with mortals like mortals interact; they are lower species, specimens for us higher creatures of Damian. I thought I'd ask her out, but she was sleeping.
Tommy's losing his mind, Blink thinks he's found love, Leona's in another place, a place no one can reach her. An old man waits on an empty British coast, they're some pictures and candles surrounding him. A disturbance is happening in the underworld, Lucifer is opening his eyes to the boy walking past obstacles what many have never passed before, Lucifer is not worried, he never worries.
Lucifer
Pity on those who believe they can defy my law. Pity on those who think they can manipulate my way of life here. Pity on those who believe love is real. Pity on those for it is those pathetic souls I devour and make my own, I am your predator, I will eat you for my dinner, I will consume your belief, and evaporate your soul identity. I am your food chain, the sooner you except you fate the sooner I can have my meal; perish.
Tommy: He knew he was in love
Love is the speed of light, it is the end of the world and the beginning of your own. You immerse yourself in it, devour it, reap from it, take advantage of it. You will take it for granted, you'll probably appreciate it every day. Love takes your hand then leads you astray; it may take your hand and lead you to tomorrow. Love is random, it's a pantomime throwing sweets out to the crowd, lucky to those who get some, those who don't never know the texture of its body. Love becomes your lives embodiment, an ominous creation created by the exact opposite. You eat it, drink it, breath it, feel it. It becomes the most important part of you existence, your meaning of life. It answers lives questions without the expectancy of the falling knife.
Love took me, I didn't know what it was. As gradual as it all seemed I hadn't noticed how different I knew I was becoming. It was when I met her, she stole my meaning, my ambitions became her. Expressions were expressionless if it didn't tell the tale of her beauty, I would feel as though my knees would crumble if I expressed my love in real words. I was a victim of her desire and I was more than happy to succumb her will. I'll be in her fairly tale and she in mine. This is how it felt, never was anxiety my issue, it was the danger that led me to her.
Tommy: not long before it went wrong
Shot down blood red, and dying; I wished it was that romantic. I was caught between love and hate, I truly couldn't grasp my feelings on her for long. It was like having your eyes closed and waiting for those little white beads of light to appear then seeing them gradually fade away. I wanted to hold on to my feelings but I was completely uncertain, I had told her I loved her, and I knew I had meant it. I just don't know what love's meant to be, utmost, that was my demise. She had loved before and I hadn't, I was weak, feeble, insecure and positively running low in self esteem. I hated that she knew more than me, especially when it came to feelings in a relationship, I had no reins. I held on tight to my own dignity, at least I thought I had done. The truth of it I think it was that I was scared of her, like a child without its parents for the first time. Out of his cot, and with no direction to where his body would take him, I'd simply drift along with love. She was use to this concept I think, and I don't know if I was ready to handle the uncertainty. Idealistically I would have done it, regardless of any consequence what would occur. Just my heart leads me astray, and I stumble on with meaningless words of wisdom I would of wrote on a drunken night 'Love is Blue'. Words to say that love is great, deep, and life giving like a great ocean, mesmerising like watching the sky, or sorrowful with the never ending torture of its stereotypical casting. There I lay on the midnight bed, thinking of how my life would end up here, in this place.
Leona
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The tale has found itself unfolding to more than a mere tale of wow and love, but stress, turmoil and a test. A test of character, of will, of the definition of what love is and should be, where it should go and what happens when it fades. His heart knew it would never fit in her life, her life recreated surrounding heroin and vodka. Tommy didn't know where his life would lead him, or where he would end up. He was a fish, swimming relentlessly in his own bowl knowing nought of his destiny, knowing not of his future love; knowing little of how it will devour his being. Love for Tommy, wasn't love what every man feels, it was love what far surpassed anything in which any mortal may have encountered before in its life. He was to be one of the first to know what love and lost would really mean, he was waiting for his soul.
Tommy slowly drifted
BLINK
There, in the black and white.
There is no dreaming,
here in my blackened light.
I'll watch her sleeping, forever sleeping.
Waiting for the guy,
who'll wake her; nay,
shall I ask of why,
for he'll arrive with his soul naked
It was here I examined what I knew was my destiny, in silk white. Her touch, her smell, she was meant for me. I looked into her eyes, crystal clear blue creating echoes of fulfilment which vibrated across my existence. I ended, I began, I was in love. This woman in pain, who would be in pain forever created more than life for me, she was life. She was dying every day, pass dying and dead then dying every day. That was her life, tortured, demented, thrown aside, forgotten about then blown apart by this places entity. It was I who was to salvage the soul, the mortal boy can die, I'll leave him the satisfaction of believing he was responsible for her salvation that will be my revenge against Lucifer.
Lucifer
Dying isn't hard it's the paperwork involved what's painful
I laugh at mortals and I'll laugh at you, you people with your designer shoes, make up, fashion, false society. Through, through and through. I realise every outcome, I know what's yet to be, I realise my part in this, there is true love then there is this.
Sooner or later a story needs to end, whether it be from a man dying, the rain that stops falling down or a dance what's ended with a song. Lucifer is not an idiot, you don't become ruler of an underworld by being stupid and plain evil. He was surprisingly the best man for the job, despite being a carnation of pure evilness; it just happened to work for him in his interview. He was fairly intelligent, and by being so he became more and more powerful, manipulative then a mythos. He became so great that like God, people heard of his great powers and laughed as the fictitious aura surrounding it's history, it's present, it's existence. The problem with this hysteria is that it goes suddenly when you're at the gates of
hell, and you're left thinking of one thing and one thing alone: oh shit. So there it is, no matter how Tommy would try and be a hero you had an antagonist like the Devil there to make damn sure he wasn't going to win. Tommy had bad luck, you don't want your nemesis to be the Devil, especially when you're mortal, and he is, well; immortal. He was near the end, and he was looking for Leona, he was close. He had lost his sanity alot, more than most. More impressively he returned to his normal self after each time is mind went on vacation. Tommy was as wound as a yo yo, and his string could snap with an accidental pull. His desire was to set her free, there was one other soul in the world who would help him, however, it wouldn't be for nothing. Nothing is ever free, even without currency.
BLINK
First, apologies. Nothing was meant to happen like this, I fell in love, and as lovers know love is foolish. I'm sorry sir, I'm not who I thought I was if I know forgiveness was a quality you held I would ask you to allow me that now. Alas, I feel I know the result of my fate, and as such please leave me with my heart intact. This love is more than I could take, you sir, you can tear me apart all you will like. Know now, that I will fall apart a thousand times more if you take that desire away from me. Know, that I would care for you to remember all that I have done in your service. I am an humble creature, I realise. I wish not a breath of harm on her body, nor do I wish my feelings be replaced with terror. However, if my eternal misery is what's required for her sanity then please kill me, today, tomorrow, forever. . .
I see, that is your decision. I understand, I wish it wasn't so, I wish you would let me see her happy. The boy, who is on his way, he will see her won't he? He'll know? It was me you say? Who sent for him? You are forgiving sir, but why? I should stop trying to understand, too many people make mistakes when they try and understand.
Tommy
And all of a sudden things became clearer
Leona
And all of a sudden things became clearer
BLINK
And all of a sudden things became clearer
Tommy saw Leona, neither stayed in hell but neither saw each other again. Love casted Tommy to try and free her but it was the lust of Blink what helped him. The creature he was he was able to help others even without realising. An ability he never knew he had, not even to his grave. Lucifer was not evil on this occasion, even the darkness body can shed light when love sets itself in motion.
Lucifer
And all of a sudden things became clearer.
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