This idea has been bouncing around in my head for years. Finally got the balls to write about it. Constructive criticism is always welcomed.
November 2nd, 1983
The flames were beautiful, twisting and turning, spiraling out of the windows and through the doors. People lined the streets, looking up at what once signified normalcy for a family. But, now that's all changed. Vengeance filled the heart of the man, his dark watery eyes taking in the lapping flames. Beside him, a small boy, no older than four, looked on along side his father, a small bundle in his arms. The world stood still for those two, their lives taking a dark and twisted turn, that would forever change the fate of humanity. But, they didn't know that.
Two sets of yellow eyes watched the scene unfold from across the street, staying hidden in the shadows. One set was older, eyes creased as something evil lurked behind the orbs, darkness swirling in the irises. The owner of the eyes watched with a sort of mischievous glee, like a cat who had finally caught the mouse.
"He's the one." A deep southern twang rolled out past thin lips, a grin pulling across a rugged face. "He's going to be the perfect soldier." Rumbling developed in the chest of the man, before it broke free, laughter echoing into the night. The second set of flaxen eyes scrunched up, displeasure dancing across. A young girl, around the age of what appeared to be four or five scowled up at the man.
"Him? He's just a baby! There's no way that he's the one." She scoffed, staring at the group that climbed into a classic black car. She was so engrossed in the supposed chosen one, that she wasn't prepared for the blow that knocked her back several feet. As she hit the ground, her lungs burned from the air that was forcefully knocked out of her, tears forming in her eyes as a deep set pain spread throughout her abdomen. The man glared down at her, lips pulled in a straight line, before he cast his gaze to the car the tore out of the neighborhood.
"Do not speak of things that you do not know, child. He will be able to do things that will help release Lucifer from his cage. Things that you aren't able too." He gave one more withering look to the child who was slowly picking herself off the mossy floor, before turning away and stepping back into the shadows.
"Come. You need to be prepared." The small girl struggled to her knees, sucking in a deep breath of cold air, before pushing herself up and standing beside the man, head hanging low. She studied her ratty tennis shoes, the Velcro straps slowly peeling off. The man glanced down at the child, letting out a sigh as he gently grabbed the child's chin, pulling her glowing gaze to his.
"This humanity that you have? You need to let that go." He stressed the last two words, staring deeply into the child's eyes. "You need to be focused on the task at hand. You need to be a strong, powerful soldier, a servant, for when 'our' Father breaks out of that cage." The man released the girl's chin, placing his large hand atop her head, digging his fingers gently into her soft hair.
The small girl leaned into his touch slightly, a small sigh passing her lips as she looked up at the man lovingly.
"Yes, Father."
Sometime in 1992
She was never one for following rules. Maybe that's why he hated her so much. Blood dribbled out of her nose and down her chin, as she braced herself on all fours. God, getting punched in the face never got any easier. It still took her by surprise every time, and still hurt like a bitch. Two dirty boots came into her line of vision, startling her from the inner monologue in her mind. She swallowed, a thick lump forming in her throat as she pushed herself onto her knees, still not making eye contact with the owner of the boots. She could feel the hateful glare on her, burning into her forehead.
"You're pathetic." She flinched slightly. Any normal person wouldn't have noticed it, but then again, the thing in front of her was far from normal. She kept her mind blank, or as blank as she could. The lyrics of some grungy rock song filtered through her head, masking what she really thought and felt. She learned a long time ago not to let her real emotions show. They were weak, and usually led to a beating that she would rather avoid all together.
She rocked back onto her heels, knees cracking as she stood slowly. She continued to stare ahead, eyes only reaching the figure's chest, not traveling any higher than that. At least, not by her own accord. Rough hands reached out and snatched her chin, gripping tightly and yanking her head up at break-neck speeds. Her honey brown eyes met fierce yellow eyes, blazing with hatred. A snarl pulled across the rugged face, stark white teeth contrasting against the tan skin.
"After all of these years, all the training, all the time I spent on you, you're still as weak as ever." His voice was nothing but a growl, and he dug his nails into her cheek. She stared at the salvia strand that formed between his top and bottom teeth as he spoke, keeping her face void of any emotion. That didn't stop the clenching of her heart, or the rolling in her stomach. It didn't stop the cold wash that ran through her body, the deep ache in her chest. She thought that she would grow accustom to the verbal and emotional onslaught that came from this man, this monster, but it still stung , all the same.
"You're supposed to be the perfect soldier, the perfect vessel! You were supposed to be the one that was going to take over the mantle when Lucifer got out, but look at you. All that, that humanity that you just won't let go!" He started off calm, he always did. But, by the end of the sentence he was screaming at her, little drops of salvia sprinkling her tanned face. He released her chin, tossing her head to the side, stalking back and forth like a predator that was about to go in for the kill. She stood stock still, like the good little solider she was supposed to be.
"I should've known better. You humans are finicky creatures, relying on your emotions too much." He murmured to himself, eyes still set on her. "I was hoping you'd turn out different than the rest. That maybe actually having my essence would override that damn humanity that your whore of a mother instilled in you." Her breath hitched, eyes narrowing slightly. She hated how he talked about her mother, not that she was much of a mother, anyway. He killed her the minute she came out of the womb, stole her in the middle of the night. Hell, she didn't even know what she looked like. She could only assume she shared some of the traits with her human mother, maybe her dark chocolate hair, and her honey brown eyes.
She hated how much she actually shared with her father, though. Her quick temper, her harsh words, her willingness to appease someone who didn't deserve it, and her true eyes. Those eyes that would haunt the dreams of so many innocent people, the sickeningly bright yellow eyes. She learned a long time ago how to mask them, to make her appear normal to those who didn't really know what was out there in the world. She also shared his unnatural ability to break into people's minds. She knew how to delve into the deep recess of people's minds, to pick and to pull at their memories, to alter what they think, or what they believe. She was truly gifted in her unnatural ability, not that it made her father happy. Oh no, he would never be happy. Because, she wasn't him.
The true vessel.
She didn't hate him, no. In fact, she was quite envious of him, held him on a pedestal. That's what she was supposed to be. The perfect little vessel, hell, that's why her name is what it is. Her father tried so hard to create, to mold, the perfect vessel for Lucifer when he was finally released, but she wasn't it. And, so her father hated her for it. And, that affected her more than it should have. Because, she hated the man, and the man hated her. But, there was that pull, that sense of longing, of wanting to be good enough for him, to make him proud.
She scowled, shutting her mind down, and putting that barrier back up. She should've quit trying a long time ago. He continued to stare her down, like he was about to devour her alive. He looked her up and down, his yellow eyes leaving scorch marks across her body. His posture changed almost instantly when he reached her face, her true eyes. She hadn't even realized that they broke free, but she could feel the power pulling within her body, wanting to break free. His shoulders slouched, his back curved, and a large grin spreading across his face, before his laughter echoed throughout the empty field. Birds took off from the trees they were in at the sudden noise.
"You're such a disappointment, but then I get a glimpse of what you could be. Such a fierce creature. You have no idea how much power you hold, child. And, I'm going to rip every last bit of humanity that you have left in you. We'll get you there, don't worry. I'm not quite through with you yet." Her flaxen eyes stared into his, before her courage wavered and she averted them to his adam's apple, bobbing in his throat. She took a deep breath, before walking up to the man, the dried blood on her face making her hardened look even more severe.
"Yes, Father."
Such a good little solder, indeed.