Chapter 3 – False Savior
As soon as Kyrie finally gets a far enough distance from the horde of monsters, her light informs her that, “We have more trouble ahead.”
“Just how many creatures are in this forest?”
“Enough to corrupt your soul. Be careful with this new one.”
Looking into the distance with her new eye, Kyrie can see a weird creature with a caved in skull with exposed teeth and a bloodied blindfold on. It has a broken cross as its right arm and a mouth for its left. On its chest is a male and female breast along with a weird X cross as its stomach. A long snake protrudes from its crotch and appears to be the eyes for the creature. Its bird-like feet allow it to cling to tree branches and jump huge distances.
The appearance of the creature is familiar to Kyrie as if she’s seen it somewhere. She tries to think about where she saw something that looked like this creature and her memories take her to her mother’s church. Her mother was part of some Christian denomination that was loose on sex and morals. They believed that God didn’t care about how sinfully they acted because they thought that their faith saved them, and nothing could take away their salvation. Her mother donated to the church in the way she knew best as did other people. Kyrie didn’t participate or go to church after going a few times. Her mother and some other people in the church took this as a sign of humility for God, but it was really because her light told her not to go.
On her days off, because she didn’t go to school, Kyrie would go on the internet to learn about different things that her mother didn’t teach her. She was curious one day about the various churches of the world until one church caught her attention. This was the true Church of Christ and her light guided her there so that her soul may be saved. On other days off, she would go to the nearest church called St. Solange’s to relax in because that is where she felt the most peace. She was friends with a priest there who was one of the only men she knew who didn’t take advantage of her. Her mother thought she went out to make friends or go to the church she went to. She never said anything about it to her congregation because she was proud to see her daughter finally going to church.
Kyrie’s mind then recognizes where she saw this creature. It was in the false church among the congregation. A perverted version of Christ prancing about as if it were He.
She feels a great anger towards this creature and so does her light so much so that he says, “This being deserves death. It is your duty to destroy it.”
“You don’t have to tell me twice,” Kyrie responds as she tries to sneak attack it.
The snake on the creature senses her and gets the false savior to move out of the way of Kyrie’s attack. The mouth on its right arm says something in Latin and servants are created out of nothing. They appear to be the same mask wearing church people that defiled Kyrie. They wear sheepskin and have huge beast-like arms. Now that she’s outnumbered, her light comes down from the sky to assist her with a crossbow and sword. The duo fights the hordes who stand little to no chance against them. The mouth on the creature then speaks in Latin and three angels appear to defend it. The angels look like Kyrie’s light, but they have drawn on smiles and the light they radiate is a dark light.
One of them plays the trumpet and another starts chanting while one of them attacks with a sword and crossbow like Kyrie’s light.
“I knew they would pull this trick. Listen to the blessing on your head,” her light says as he engages his opposite.
Kyrie’s vision blurs and her mind are filled with the false angel’s chanting. She can’t see much and what she does she are the many creatures and monsters she’s seen closing in on her. She tries fighting back but only ends up hurting herself. This is when she starts to take the advice of her blessing and to let it guide her. Even though the monsters cut off her limbs, decapitate her, and slice her in half, she still takes the advice of her blessing until it tells her to swipe her bladed arm just above her. She can’t see or feel her arms, but she does it as if she did and gets rid of the first false angel. Her vision is back to normal and so is her body. This allows her to rapidly kill the other false angel as her light defeats his opponent. Without anyone else to defend it, Kyrie cuts off the head of the false savior, however, this doesn’t kill it.
It leaps away further into the forest as Kyrie and her light chase it. Deeper into the forest, Kyrie comes across another light that appears to be exactly the same as hers.
“I am your true light, Kyrie,” the fake says, “That other one is a doppelganger! Hurry up and cut it off at the crotch where you saw its snake.”
The real one says, “That one is the true fake! Listen to the blessing I’ve given you.”
“It’s the blessing I gave you and it doesn’t always tell you what’s right. It’s really just a blessing that allows your mind to think of the best solutions. That’s right. You were the one who got yourself out of all those dangerous situations. Think for yourself what is right.”
Her blessing has never done her wrong, so she decides to listen to it. Kyrie cuts off the crotch of the false savior, which is the snake, finally killing it.
“Thank you for trusting me,” her light says.
“Why wouldn’t I? You’ve been helping me my entire life. I’m sorry for the times I doubted you.”
“I forgive you, but you know it’s not me that you have to say sorry to.”
“That’s right.”
The body of the false savior comes to life and starts regenerating and reshaping itself until it looks exactly like Kyrie. It swiftly jumps onto her and starts to excruciatingly mix its skin into hers. The copy starts to force its mind to think like it.
It says, “You are your own savior. Who brought you to salvation? Who was the person who found your friends? Who was the person who taught you everything you know? Your light is just standing there waiting for you to decide what to do while you writhe in pain. Can you really trust him?”
The blessing on her head tells Kyrie to cut herself up. Even though she will have to cut into her skin, her blessing assures her that she will be fine afterward.
“Even your so-called blessing is against you. Do you really think that you can regenerate body parts like me? Do you think that you will be fine after gutting yourself?”
“I have to,” Kyrie responds as she starts cutting her doppelganger out of herself.
This feels exactly like gutting and ripping yourself out with a blade, but Kyrie does it anyway despite not wanting to because she doesn’t want anyone else taking advantage of her. Her doppelganger is cut to shreds and Kyrie’s body is back to normal as if nothing happened at all.
“Your faith is strong, and you are strong as a result,” her light says.
“Part of me wishes I wasn’t, but I guess it’s better to be than not to be.”
“Here is the last blessing that you will have a use for.”
Kyrie’s legs painlessly split apart in half from her feet up. They grow thorns on them and become hard as steel. Her legs are now lighter as well and are useful for defense, offense, and retreat.
“Now I really look inhuman.”
“You’ll be who you really are when you’re home. Are looks what you really care about?”
“Not really. My mother dressed me in ridiculous ways before for the excitement of other people, so this is normal for me. At least, I know you have my best interest in mind.”
“Do you want to test out your blessings? I’ve been traveling at slow speeds because your human body doesn’t allow you to travel as fast as the angels.”
“Don’t wait up for me.”
Her light smiles and flies away at the speed of a shooting star. Kyrie hastily runs after him while laughing as if the two were racing. She runs through several groups of monsters as if she were the wind with them not knowing what past them. Her light eventually slows down.
He says, “That was fun, but we have to slow down from here.”
“Aww really?”
“Yes, we can run together more after this is over.”
“Promise?”
“I promise.”
Kyrie’s light then continues to guide her through the forest at a normal pace because what comes next needs to slowly take its effect.
Even though this song might be better for the next chapter, I still think it fits Kyrie's story. Cover your own by Nine lashes.
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