Quick Jizabel centred oneshot.
Disclaimer: I don't own Godchild, obviously.
Warning: Violence.
Italics are Jizabel's memories/thoughts from childhood. Quotations are Alexis' dialogue. And it's pretty self-explanatory, but the CRACKs are obviously the whip. XD Review, please, and I hope you enjoy.
~Ownership~
Why?
Why?
Why...?
Snark... my best friend. I'm a terrible person; an ugly person. I don't deserve anyone's warmth. I don't deserve anyone's embrace ever again. I've committed the ultimate sin. I've killed my best friend. Father, have you turned your back on me? And God... has God turned His back on me too?
CRACK.
I don't own anything.
CRACK.
This body... it isn't mine.
CRACK.
My body.
CRACK.
Mind.
CRACK.
Soul.
CRACK.
Life. It all belongs to my father. Even my beloved friend Snark. He was
CRACK.
ripped away from me too.
CRACK.
What is it like to own something?
"This is punishment, Jizabel." CRACK.
To really have it all. Something pretty and special to keep sacrosanct.
"You must repent for your sins." CRACK.
Cain's eyes are pretty.
CRACK.
Cain's eyes are special.
"Are you listening, Jizabel?"
CRACK.
"Do you understand?"
What it would be like to possess Cain's eyes... To present them to that man. I would keep them in embalming fluid, so that they would gleam just as they did when set in Cain's face. Like emeralds set in porcelain.
CRACK.
Even when the strikes of the whip finally slow down, my heart continues to race as though in pleasure.
CRACK.
Yet.
CRACK.
Even when the burning weight of the whip crashes down onto my back.
CRACK.
I shiver in excitement just thinking about it.
CRACK.
I love you, Father.
~End~