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Um, strange and creepy. . . . You have been warned!
Dark religious themes . . .
Disclaimer: All I own is the up down across over line. And the ((+)~
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/They can see your every move/
Up, down, across, over. Up, down, across, over.
/Does it scare you?/
'Up, down, across, over. Up, down, across, over.'
/Well, it should/
"Up, down, across, over. Up, down, across, over."
/No one can save me now. . .
/Please have mercy/
Candles burned around him in the dimly lit room, smoking lightly, flames almost seeming to dance in candence with his barely moving lips.
"Up, down, across, over. Up, down, across, over."
As if following an unknown order, his hands pressed together in front of him, the tips of his fingers lightly brushing again his pale pink lips. The slender hands in front of him appeared to be his lifeline. His chanting changed.
"Kyrie eleison. Kyrie eleison. Kyrie eleison. Kyrie eleison."
/I have sinned, and you sent him. He offends you, and you reject me. But I know, through you I will send him back to Hell.
/Have mercy. . . ./
"Kyrie eleison. Kyrie eleison. Kyrie eleison. Kyrie eleison."
Framed pictures were propped in a circle surrounding him as he knelt on the wooden floorboards. The paintings leaned against the furniture and reflected the candles' gleams from their glass.
They depicted the clouds of heaven and the fires of hell, angels and demons, the salvation and torment of humans. The works were beautiful and vivid, but the longer you looked, the harder it was to distinguish anything of the figures.
But he knew who they were.
/He sends the demons to punish the wicked. . . . And angels will save those in peril . . .
/But what have I become?/
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Softly, oh so softly, perfect in rhythm and gesture, he was.
"Up, down, across, over. Up, down, across, over."
Another entered the room, causing the boy on the floor to flinch, his whispered chanting becoming loud enough to hear.
"Up, down, across, over. Up, down, across, over."
The taller figure frowned. "Yadonushi."
The kneeling boy spoke louder now, as if to drown out the other's existence.
"Up, down, across, over. Up, down, across, over."
Still frowning, he didn't move away, and instead tried again. "Yadonushi."
The boy shook now, tears coming to his eyes and staining the pale porcelain cheeks, his voice gaining strength in desperation.
"Up down across over up down across over."
Frustrated, he resorted to something he'd never done before. He used the boy's name.
"Damnit, Ryou, what is _wrong_ with you?! Why won't you answer me?!"
The boy faltered, falling still and silent.
The truth. Was that it? He had been damned, hadn't he. . . . that was why the demon never was banished from his side, why the demon was granted power over him with the knowledge of his name.
"Salvation. . ." the near-silent words fell from his frozen lips. He had failed. There was no mercy left for him.
But maybe he wouldn't give up hope. Once upon a time the demon's presence hadn't been there. . . .
/Up. . . . down . . . across. . . . over. . . /
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Well, please review! What do you think? Any potential to continue? Yes, no, maybe so, never write anything like this again you psycho because I won't be able to sleep for weeks?
Um, strange and creepy. . . . You have been warned!
Dark religious themes . . .
Disclaimer: All I own is the up down across over line. And the ((+)~
((+)~
/They can see your every move/
Up, down, across, over. Up, down, across, over.
/Does it scare you?/
'Up, down, across, over. Up, down, across, over.'
/Well, it should/
"Up, down, across, over. Up, down, across, over."
/No one can save me now. . .
/Please have mercy/
Candles burned around him in the dimly lit room, smoking lightly, flames almost seeming to dance in candence with his barely moving lips.
"Up, down, across, over. Up, down, across, over."
As if following an unknown order, his hands pressed together in front of him, the tips of his fingers lightly brushing again his pale pink lips. The slender hands in front of him appeared to be his lifeline. His chanting changed.
"Kyrie eleison. Kyrie eleison. Kyrie eleison. Kyrie eleison."
/I have sinned, and you sent him. He offends you, and you reject me. But I know, through you I will send him back to Hell.
/Have mercy. . . ./
"Kyrie eleison. Kyrie eleison. Kyrie eleison. Kyrie eleison."
Framed pictures were propped in a circle surrounding him as he knelt on the wooden floorboards. The paintings leaned against the furniture and reflected the candles' gleams from their glass.
They depicted the clouds of heaven and the fires of hell, angels and demons, the salvation and torment of humans. The works were beautiful and vivid, but the longer you looked, the harder it was to distinguish anything of the figures.
But he knew who they were.
/He sends the demons to punish the wicked. . . . And angels will save those in peril . . .
/But what have I become?/
((+)~
Softly, oh so softly, perfect in rhythm and gesture, he was.
"Up, down, across, over. Up, down, across, over."
Another entered the room, causing the boy on the floor to flinch, his whispered chanting becoming loud enough to hear.
"Up, down, across, over. Up, down, across, over."
The taller figure frowned. "Yadonushi."
The kneeling boy spoke louder now, as if to drown out the other's existence.
"Up, down, across, over. Up, down, across, over."
Still frowning, he didn't move away, and instead tried again. "Yadonushi."
The boy shook now, tears coming to his eyes and staining the pale porcelain cheeks, his voice gaining strength in desperation.
"Up down across over up down across over."
Frustrated, he resorted to something he'd never done before. He used the boy's name.
"Damnit, Ryou, what is _wrong_ with you?! Why won't you answer me?!"
The boy faltered, falling still and silent.
The truth. Was that it? He had been damned, hadn't he. . . . that was why the demon never was banished from his side, why the demon was granted power over him with the knowledge of his name.
"Salvation. . ." the near-silent words fell from his frozen lips. He had failed. There was no mercy left for him.
But maybe he wouldn't give up hope. Once upon a time the demon's presence hadn't been there. . . .
/Up. . . . down . . . across. . . . over. . . /
((+)~
Well, please review! What do you think? Any potential to continue? Yes, no, maybe so, never write anything like this again you psycho because I won't be able to sleep for weeks?