Chapter
1 – Spite Incarnate
I’ve been rotting inside a cell for
who knows how many years and a faithful servant of God for many hundreds of
years on top of that, and I’m sick of it. What did I do to deserve this
isolated cell guarded day and night and magically reinforced? The only thing I
can imagine is having a part in the dream reality that took hold of the world
to bring peace to it and turn people into faithful servants until it was
broken. Afterward, I was distraught and corrupted by a vile man and tried to
put humanity back under the dream reality while putting those I deemed beyond
redemption in an endless nightmare, and somehow, God favored my rapist, saved
his soul, and broke the dream reality. At least I killed that piece of trash
before I was detained and put in this cell.
Priests, various kinds of mystics,
and old friends have tried to get me to change my mind and repent of my sins,
but I haven’t committed any, so all I do is stay in this secluded cell isolated
from the rest of the prison and world while eating stale meals, drinking water,
and thinking. I’ve been thinking about the hundreds of years I’ve been living
and how it’s all led to this. I brought people to God, saved lives, and did my
part in helping the needy while sinning very little and repenting often. I am
old enough to know right from wrong and when I am justified or guilty, so why
am I here? Have I not done enough? Was I not faithful in everything I did,
said, and thought?
Why has God allowed other people to
live happy lives while I rot in this cell? Why did God save the vilest of
sinners while doing nothing to save me? If I was ever wrong, why hasn’t He
enlightened me as to why? Were my hundreds of years of faithful service done in
vain? Was giving God my heart and soul not enough?
After thinking about these
questions for an uncountable number of days and years, I’ve concluded that God
hates me. He has thrown me away after I’ve outlived my usefulness and only
keeps me alive to profit off my suffering as penance for the sins of others, so
I refuse to suffer for Him or anyone else besides myself. He doesn’t care about
my happiness or what I deserve anymore. I don’t think he’s cared about me for a
while now. When my true love was taken away from me by a God-sent idiot, my
chance at the happy life I desired was gone forever. Ever since then, I’ve been
living in vain and being used as a tool for the salvation and happiness of
others.
Because of this abandonment, I will
spite him. I know that he’s coming to the world again, but if I can bring as
many souls as I can to Hell with me, then I know he’ll be beyond upset and
angry. Recently, I’ve been trying to build up my magic to enact my plan. I’m at
the stage where the guards and people who visit me don’t notice when I cast my
spell on them to carry my dark curse into the world. They don’t know that my
hair has changed from black and red to white and red, the markings I’ve made on
my naked body to enhance my magic, my sharper teeth, and how my eyes have
changed to a deeper black and red while the one golden eye is a dull yellow.
My dark spells make people more
vulnerable to sin and they jump from person to person to make more fall to sin.
The more people fall to sin, the more powerful I become, and the closer I get
to breaking out of this cell. It’s been easier than I thought to gain power,
but then again, this is a sinful world prone to conflict and suffering. The
dream reality could’ve permanently brought this to an end, but God didn’t want
me to stop suffering. He wanted me to be perpetually unhappy so I’d keep coming
back to him for help that he rarely gave. Well, I’m done trying to serve him. I
revoke his grace and now live to serve only myself. If I can’t be happy, then
no one will.
The day of my vengeance is here
after gaining enough power over the months and the guards who’ve kept an eye on
me all these years get the first taste of my power. When I cast my spell, the
barrier keeping in my cell is broken and the first guard’s eyes pop out of his
skull and writhe around on tendrils and his entire body shakes in ecstasy,
especially his crotch. Beside him, the other guard’s skin becomes mush and
flies start coming out of it and feeding on him. Both men are in excruciating
pain as their demons manifest out of them, torturing them for their particular
sins, and they would be dead if my spell wasn’t keeping them alive. While
descending the prison, many more are affected, twisted, and deformed in
unnatural and unique ways.
They all scream and cry all the
same no matter the unique pains they suffer with few of them crying out to God
for help and fewer still sustaining their cry to God. As I exit the prison, I
find that my power has already affected the outskirts of the city I’m in and
when I enter it, I see everyone there affected and suffering as well. The reach
of my power has exponentially increased in such little time, but I guess I
shouldn’t be surprised. Many are faithless in this day and age, and even fewer
will hold onto their faith when tested by sustained suffering. Seeing all this
suffering makes me happy to no end and laugh. God could easily stop these
people from suffering, but doesn’t which means that these people are just as
abandoned by him as I am.
Among those who suffer, I take
special note of the suffering families, especially the mothers suffering with
their children. I watch as demons manifest themselves out of the mother and
torture their children by strangling them or afflicting them in the same way as
their mothers. This is the most satisfying thing I’ve seen all day because I
couldn’t be a mother as I wanted to. Instead, no man I married could give me a
child except the man who violated me, but I didn’t want his child. I cut that
bastard out of me as I was giving birth, cut his head off, and gouged out his
heart as a sacrifice to increase my power. Could these mothers make such a
sacrifice for the betterment of mankind? I don’t think so.
The demons in my head who have
taught and given me my dark magic whisper in my ear to increase the suffering
of these families and I do, which makes me smile and laugh more than I already
was. As they suffer, the mothers can only cry and scream while being unable to
help their children who do the same as their mothers. Many of them who call out
to God stop doing so as they start to lose faith in him and increase my power
and their suffering in the process as demons of despair mutate their bodies to
further increase the pain they suffer. It’s all so wonderfully sad to witness
this and I love every moment of it.
“Do you see how your people suffer,
God? I know you do and I know that you’ll do nothing to save them as you did
nothing for me. You’re only proving me right in my assumption that you never
cared for me or anyone else. We’re just tools that you use and throw away at
your convenience and you expect us to be thankful for allowing us to suffer for
you. Well, no one will suffer for you anymore and when you come back to the
world, you won’t find anyone here who loves you,” I say aloud.
While continuing to watch mothers
and their children suffer as if I’m admiring art in a gallery, I watch as one
person who is afflicted by my magic manages to walk through the city’s streets
and his demons retreat into his body. Ah, so there is at least one somewhat
faithful person here. He looks around confused until his eyes finally notice me
standing in front of him.
“Who are you? What is happening?
Why aren’t you suffering like everyone else?” the man says as he struggles to
deal with his pain.
“So many questions and so little
time to answer them. My name is Priscilla, everyone is suffering from their
demons manifesting from them, and I am responsible for everything that is going
on,” I say and then laugh while being proud for admitting my part in what is
going on.
The man looks at me in shock and
takes two steps away from me.
“Why? What is wrong with you?”
“Everything is and nothing is. I am
merely taking my vengeance on God for not giving me what I deserve by making
everyone suffer.”
“You…you should stop it. Now!”
“Oh, should I? What are you going
to do, boy? Stop me yourself?”
To my surprise, the man shakes the
fear from his face, pulls out a dagger hidden in his pocket, and starts
charging at me with it. I easily dodge his attacks while trying and failing to
contain my laughter at his pathetic attempts to kill me. Once I get bored of
the man’s constant efforts, I use my spell to increase his suffering, however,
he tries to fight past it and continues to stab at me. Ha! I like him, but
since I have more important matters to attend to, I grab his arm and make him
stab himself over and over again all the while getting his blood on me.
Suddenly, I find my mind is taken to a dark void where I see a dim light in the
far distance. A brighter light appears in front of me and an angel manifests
from it. No…it’s not an angel. It’s my first and true love, Dominic.
He looks even better than I
remember him even though he doesn’t have any legs and has some kind of wispy
tail in its place. His right eye is still scarred and permanently closed, but
the scar is golden along with his left green eye, hair, wings, jacket, and
shirt. My true love really did go to Heaven, as if there was ever a doubt. I
reach my hands up to him who is also reaching towards me.
“Repent, Priscilla. Release these people from your nightmarish
powers while you still have time,” Dominic says.
My true love’s words wake me up
from the trance of his lovely sight and put me back into my right state of
mind. The whisper of the demons resumes and reminds me why I started to curse
people and spite God, to begin with. I retreat my hands and spit on the ground
in disgust.
“I refuse, Dominic. If I can’t have
you, and I know I can’t, then all of humanity will suffer and be damned.”
“Please, Priscilla. You know this
is wrong and that you don’t want to do this.”
“You’re right, in part, but I have
no better choice. I was deprived of my due happiness and now this is what I
must do to get my vengeance on God. Haha! He must be in agony in Heaven as more
of his faithful abandon him. That must be why you’re here. Well, I won’t change
my mind and there’s nothing you can do to stop me!”
Dominic looks at me disappointed
before disappearing into sparkles of light. Looking around me, I see that I’m
back in the city as if I were just hallucinating for a mere second. I see that
the faithful man I was stabbing is still struggling with his demons. He’s
trying to get back up to face me while losing his faith and then regaining it.
People like him shouldn’t surprise me, but he does for some reason.
The demons whisper to me that his
offering of pain up for the penance of himself, the souls in Purgatory, and the
sins of the world are weakening my spell even as the loss of faith in others
strengthens it. They tell me I must seek out these people to make them lose
their faith if I truly want to bring all of humanity down to Hell with me. I
agree with them, use my magic to start floating in the air, and then head off
in the direction they want me to go. Just as I broke, every one of God’s
faithful will break and we will all rot in Hell. This is my hope and spiteful
dream.
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