《Caligo Tenebris》Chapter 1 - The Fallen Ones
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Chapter 1
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The Fallen Ones
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Francis was driving on a dirt road in the middle of the night. The lights of his old favorite pickup truck breaking the darkness on this bumpy back country road. Francis is always surprised at how many bats there is in these woods, seeing them flying in front of his truck at high speed. All you can see is some shadows looking like birds but the speed at which their wings flap is a dead give away of what they are.
2 hours later he reach his destination with the sun slowly rising up from the horizon. He then proceed as usual...
“COME ON GUYS ! DINER'S SERVED !” (Francis)
It was his routine... He then walked to the fire pit then *thump*... Francis waver then fall on his knee. He stay there on his knee drenched in sweat. *thump*
“Arrggggg!” (Francis)
'It hurt, it hurt so much!!' (Francis) think Francis as he clench his heart.
As he was fighting the pain, veins started pooping around his temples. Blood slowly flowing down his face he concentrate, inhale... exhale... Slowly... Pffffffffff*
'Seem like it's slowly getting better..' (Francis)
And then he could hear growling from the sky, black clouds quickly forming above then a loud buzzzz. The Buzzing sound seemed to quickly getting louder and his hairs started floating upward like what happen with static electricity.
'Electricity? Ho Fuck !!!' (Francis)
SKLABOoMMM Didoudida* !!!
A lighting bolt hit Francis straight on his head pulverizing his body leaving a 1 foot deep crater in which where a pair of shoe.. Francis shoes...
Francis slowly regaining consciousness then attempts to assess his situation. Darkness... Pure darkness.
'Am i blind?.. I remember, the buzzing and then... Holy fuck i've been struck by lightning didn't i ? So i must be in the hospital..?!' (Francis)
I then attempted to lift my hands and touch my head, nothing..
'Where are my arms ? Wait, i can't hear anything.. I should hear some medical machines or something right?' (Francis)
Concentrating in my surrounding i then hear faint voices in the background.
“HahahAHha i swear the dude died by piano Mwahahaha” (Unidentified male voice #1)
“Hoo! Yhea i heard about it ! Isn't he the same that died by CONFETTI a while back ? Heaheheheh it hurt, hahaha im gonna piss myself hahahaha” (Unidentified male voice #2)
“Hahaha i still prefer the death by piano, you should have seen it! It totally happened in slow motion, the dude never moved hahahaha” (Unidentified male voice #1)
“Hurm hurm.. Gross throat cleaning noise*” (Francis)
“Ho! Shhhh we have another one phuhuhuhu” (Unidentified male voice #1)
“Hello Father Francis. How do you feel?” (Unidentified male voice #2)
“huhuhuhuhuhu death by piano.. huhuhuh” (Unidentified male voice #1)
“All right get serious man.” (Unidentified male voice #2)
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“haha alright alright sorry sorry.” (Unidentified male voice #1)
“[...] So... Who are you? Where am i ?” (Francis)
“Who we are doesn't matter to you... And this place is no where and everywhere at the same time.. We are about to process your soul.” (Unidentified male voice #2)
“Soul? Ho crap am i dead ?” (Francis)
“hahaha this job's never get boring.” (Unidentified male voice #1)
“Okok now let see how you died” (Unidentified male voice #2)
“Ho Yes quick quick !” (Unidentified male voice #1)
[...] 2 minutes of silence.
“HOLY CRAP !!!” (Unidentified male voice #2)
“Is that even possible ? Ever heard of something like that ???” (Unidentified male voice #1)
“No wayyy !!! 'Cause of death: Smitten by the hand of God.' Did God ever killed someone himself like that?.. Like Ever ?” (Unidentified male voice #2)
“Not as far as i know...” (Unidentified male voice #1)
“Look! There's even a black notice on this.. This was his 1 millionth reincarnation??? How freaking old is his soul then?!” (Unidentified male voice #2)
“Let's not mess with him any longer and follow the black notice straight away man..” (Unidentified male voice #1)
“WHAT IS GOING ON !??? Speak to me DAMMIT!!!!” (Francis)
“Sorry Mr Francis it seems we don't have high enough permission to process your soul, you are to be processed by the big boss himself..” (Unidentified male voice #1)
“I wouldn't want to be in his shoes...” (Unidentified male voice #2)
“Not like we know what this is all about....” (Unidentified male voice #1)
“Big boss ???” (Francis)
“You know very well who... Good luck with that!! hehehehe” (Unidentified male voice #1)
Suddenly everything goes from black to white. It is so bright it is simply impossible to keep my eyes open. Flooded by light and unable to open my eyes i can't feel anything, no warmth no nothing..
'The big boss..? Can't be..?!' (Francis)
“Sighh.. Another failure... 1 million time... 1 million failures is more than i am willing to allow even for you Mîkhā'ēl.” (God?) Said a voice shaking Francis to his core.
“God ?” (Francis)
“Aye Michael, it is i the alpha and the omega” (God)
“What do you mean 1 million failure ? And... Michael ??” (Francis)
“It is your first name, Michael the name you've been created with. You used to work for me, you used to be my... Sigh.. Let's not waste time with the past since i can't seem to be able to bring you back to what you once were..” (God)
[...]
“What i mean by failure is that your soul got corrupted and i since then tried to purify you to no avail. 1 MILLION reincarnations... I tried tempering with your soul, wiped out your memories, compelled different values in it and tinkered with your personality... All i did seemed to be ineffective..” (God)
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“What do you mean corrupted ? And you messed up with my soul, personality and memories a million time ??? Is that even allowed ?” (Michael)
I can start feeling anger boiling in me the more i listen to him. The great God i served all my life have experimented and took things from me that were personal and important HOW DARE HE !!
“Do you have a habit of doing such despicable things ????” (Michael)
[...]
“Yes and no... Not to the degree of what i did with you.“ (Godly asshole)
“Then WHY? WHY ME? You are saying i am not who i should be and only a shell of myself ! What give.... ARGGGGGGgggg” (Michael)
“I understand your anger, but if there was a soul i wished to save more than any other it was you.” (Godly Jerk)
“Why !?? Who am i to you?!” (Michael)
“ENOUGH!” (God)
At this word i feel a enormous pressure making me think i am about to be ripped apart. I then decide to remain silent while boiling from the inside in rage.
“You think what i did to you is despicable ?? 1 million lives Michael !!! Each time whether i was giving you a loving family, a good and happy life, EACH TIME you ended up murdering and doing all type of despicable things. In this last life i wiped your memory, cleansed your soul as to make it as pure as a newborn soul... Then added compulsions aimed at stopping you from taking the wrong path again.. Three very simple orders, to worship me, to do good to your community and try to save as many soul as possible.” (God)
[...]
“And we both know how it ended once again.. You found justification is this book, the bible which is a book written by human and not by me.. All i said to human was (One should not treat others in ways that one would not like to be treated ) It was so simple, yet men wrote a 1000 pages book out of only that.. Sigh..” (God)
“Humf.. Say what you wish i did a fucking good job at cleaning tainted souls.. Just like you.” (Michael) Say Michael while pouting.
“DON'T YOU GO THERE!” (God)
“Hiiiiiii okokokokok!!! Sorry.. i guess?” (Michael)
“2356.....!!!!” (Angry as fuck God)
“Yes?” (Michael)
“In this life alone you murdered 2356 humans Michael.” (God)
I then Blushed*
“IT WAS NOT A PRAISE !!” (Still angry as hell God)
“Ok ! Ok ! Sorry !! Grmgrmgr*” (Michael)
'Do you even know how hard it was not to get caught all these years?' (Michael)
“Sigh.. I never thought there would be a second one.” (God) Whispered God after calming down
“Pardon ?” (Michael)
“You are the second soul i judged unclean-able... And before you ask who else, try to remember what you saw in that bible of your.” (God)
“[...] No wayy?? The fallen angel himself ?” (Michael)
“Don't act so surprised you are the same. Archangel Michael.” (God)
“Waitttt a minute !!!!” (Michael)
“Now shut it ! I don't have any more time for you. I would normally shred you out of existence, but because of your past services and loyalty i wont allow you to cease to exist. But i cannot allow you to exist in one of my realms. You will be sent to one of the realms owned by the other fallen one.” (God)
“NO WAY ! HELL ?????” (Michael)
“Sigh.. You can call it that, but it's not like what you could read on that damned bible. I am the supreme ruler of an infinity of realms, Lucifer only have a few hundred of those. They are realms my eyes won't reach and where my reign is un-established.. Basically a bunch of forsaken realms ruled by Lucifer as it's 'God'.” (God)
“So you're sending me to burn for eternity ?!” (Michael)
“[...] I do not know, like i said i do not observe those realm nor am i interested in doing so. You will see for yourself in time i guess. The only parting gift you will receive from me are bits and pieces of your previous life's memory's because if you don't know what you lost you wont suffer from losing it aren't you? (Being born a slave is easier than becoming a slave after knowing what freedom was like). You will also be punished for all your crimes in all those past life's by being denied a physical body for the next 1 millions reincarnations to come, without the possibility to ever reincarnate in one of the realms i rule over. YOU ARE HEREBY BANNED FROM MY KINGDOM!” (God)
“WAI[..]” (Michael)
Before i could say anything, everything goes dark again, i can feel as if i am falling.. Falling and falling for hours. Then finally it stop. My senses are immediately bombarded with information i find impossible to comprehend on the moment. I am also being flooded by tons of memory i had forgotten many life's ago. Then i try opening my eyes and look around...
'Darkness... Again? FUUUUCKKKK!!!!!' (Michael)
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I won't shy away from sexuality, gore and cruelty since the world is made that way and i don't believe in censure.
I am not sharing my personal opinion about morality and religions in this story and i have nothing against any minority, being racial or sexual or others...
lol now that it's out of the way, i feel i can be as dark as i wish. :)
I REALLY WANT FEED BACK ! I'm holding back waiting for guidance.
I suck at grammar, i'm not a writer and i am self-taught in english since it's not my mother tongue.. But beside that.. Feedback about the story and the way of delivering is really intriguing me so please ! :P
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