Angel of the Night
Okay for those who even bother to read this story please remember that I have very bad punctuation and I'm to lazy to fix it so if you review please don't bitch about it to me. Also I often substitute some words that have I's with Y's so 'don bother me about that either 'cause if anyone has read an original version of "The Tyger" William Blake does it too and it's an acceptable replacement. Okay did you get that? No, well nod your head anyway. Finally I don't own Aubrey however Nikoloas/Raziel is my creation SO DON'T YOU FRICKIN STEAL GOT IT!!! Alrighty I'll shut up now.
R
is return
I walk through
the midnight circle of your eye
with some uncertainty, this is your land,
your black, not mine, withstanding entrance
I come out blinking on an undulating plain
waves of golden wheat, wind sweeping
the vast harp of the land
at the stroke of noon
shine shine shine
O beloved
sun
" Refers to the angel Raziel
X
an unknown quantity
or variable,
a person or thing
of unknown identity
a face hangs in the air
of this darkening room
always when I die
it is the same
squinting my eyes
trying to focus
as the black pours in
it's as if I see you
only for this moment
as if only a rending
as intense as death
can make you visible
I lean with all my life
to speak your name
"Refers to the Angel Xexor"
Kain was deified the clans tells tales of him. Few know the truth. He was mortal once, as were we all. However his contempt for humanity drove him to create me and my brethren. I am Raziel first born of his lieutenants. I stood with Kain and my brethren at the dawn of the empire.
Okay, my bad wrong story. Anyway my name is Raziel but not as in the videogame character because one I'm real and two I'm not a guy. Though we are both vampires. Actually I was once called Nikolaos Rydia but that was before he came and changed all that. Trust me it wasn't for the better, he shattered everything I ever knew and cast me into a world of darkness of which I could of lived in blissful ignorance of. Unfortunately that wasn't to be, I still have no idea what he found so special about me but as the first of his fledglings to be made in the modern nights I guess it must have been something.
I remember the event as if it happened only last night instead of nine years ago. I was living in New York at the time trying make it in the harsh city like everyone else. I was walking home particularly late one night from Danse a la Lune, the bar I worked at. In a hurry I stupidly decided to take a short cut in the neighboring ally even though some instinct was screaming at me to turn the other way to flee from that place and take the long way home, the safe way home. Unwisely I ignored it and continued to walk down the street. All of the lights were broken and shadows dominated much of the ally. The only illumination that allowed me to see was the little bit of silvery moonlight, which bounced and flickered off the shattered glass that littered the ground. This only added to the darkened feeling the area seemed to hold wrapping everything in an eerie tint.
After walking for a far distance I felt like someone was watching me, like I wasn't alone and whatever was there was stalking me. I turned to see who was there but saw no one. Sighing in unease I tried to pay no mind to the nerve-racking feeling and the cold grip of fear beginning to surface. Though I would never admit fear now or then I sped up my pace wanting to get home as quickly as possible and maybe laugh at my paranoia in the morning. Again my mind began screaming at me to run away from this place of shadows, to find light and safety. It took every ounce of self-control I had to keep walking and not sprint. Still I was constantly aware of my surroundings looking behind me every now and then just in case. Finally I reached the end of the ally but the was when my stalker chose to strike.
He grasped my shoulder in a firm grip. Startled I broke free of it to see my assailant. He was relatively tall around six feet in height. His eyes and hair were as pitch black, as the night around me but looking into them they felt so much darker, colder than anything I've ever known. His skin was the palest I had ever seen looking like white frost the color didn't seem natural especially against the solid black T-shirt and jeans he wore. The only bit of color on him was a tiny golden cross, strung upside down with a serpent twining around it and the topaz eyes of the wolf on his right wrist. I recognized it as Fenris, the giant wolf that would break free of its mystic chains and kill Odin at Ragnarock. Seeing a figure that would bring death to the world on his wrist was not comforting.
"Who are you and what do you want?" I demanded, pleased that my voice sounded strong and confident despite my fear.
I receive no answer he only grinned at me sadistically revealing elongated canines, fangs.