Title: "Surface Comatose"
Author: Lady Maeve
Disclaimer: Who would be crazy enough to believe that I own this. If I did, there would be more yaoi than actual plot.
Note: I don't know what to think of this ficcy. Please leave a little comment, just let me know if it was worth posting this.
Chapter 1 "In The Colosseum"
Eclipse stood in the midst of his fellow demons, his hood shading his eyes. Out of shade, he silently observed the lords and ladies, their exaggerated etiquette, and their petty squabbles. Most of them were five thousand, six thousand years old and were swept away with mindless matters of the court, their days passing them by as if in some dream. Eclipse sighed heavily and tried to catch his breath in this stuffy atmosphere. Around him, the women bragged and the men boasted, all high and mighty in their self-appointed thrones.
The women all control their men
With razors and with wrists
And the princess squeezes grape juice
On a torrid, bloody kiss
What will you be wearing there
The raven or the lion hair
The flesh will all be tearing
But the tail will be my own
In the Colosseum tonight
Eclipse stood disregarded on an endless, white marble floor, surrounded by matching marble pillars that rose tall to support the high ceiling above. The sounds dizzied his head, the laughter, the ironically docile music, the heightened voices of drunk demons, and occasional shouts of 'more wine'. Yet Eclipse, Eclipse was merely a shadow in this world, tall and stoic, never socializing, never drinking, never bragging. He took orders from those above him and gave orders to those below him. He went out, completed his assignments, and attended the 'political gatherings' out of respect. His scarlet eyes burned with secret contempt. He was disgusted. The demons started filing out into the colosseum-type stadium and he followed, like a ghost. The games would begin then. Humans forced to fight each other to the death and demons fighting each other for honor, all combined into a blood bath massacre for all to watch and enjoy. In the safety of his hood, Eclipse bared his teeth as he took his seat. These demons revolted him.
This one's for the balcony
And this one's for the floor
As the senators decapitate
The presidential whore
The bald-headed senators
Are splashing in the blood
The dogs are having someone
Who is screaming in the mud
The first two opponents were brought out into the arena and Eclipse steeled his mind. His eyes glazed over in habit and suddenly, he was far away from the doings of the court. He gazed, not seeing, at the carnage in front of him. His eyes, instead, saw his own bliss. Whatever it might be. His lean body stay silent and motionless. Waiting for the slaughter to end.
Now it's raining and it's pouring
On the pillaging and goring
And the constable is swinging
From the chains
For the dead there is no story
No memory no blame
Their families shout blue murder
But tomorrow it's the same
In the Colosseum
Before long, Eclipse found himself again in the palace room with the now-silent demon lords and ladies. The god, Odin, sat on his gilded throne. Odin and his wife, Freya, were about the only beings Eclipse had respect for. He was called forward from the crowd and Odin leaned in as he spoke.
"Demon Lord Raenef IV has died. You will seek Raenef V. All the gods agree, of all demons, you, who have served so many so well, are best suited to locate the demon lord who already exists in the world."
A slowly acting poison
Will be given to the favorite one
The dark horse will bring glory
To the jailer and his men
It's always much more sporting
When there's families in the pit
And the madness of the crowd
Is an epileptic fit
In the Colosseum
Eclipse nodded and turned on his heel before striding out of the palace with firm, resounding footsteps. He looked, as always, cool and collected. Yet it bothered him that after all the years of service, the wars he fought in the name of demons, and the courtesy of these past years, he was called to hunt down a child and be a nanny. The proud demons stayed within their walls of gold and glory while the tainted one was cast away on some task. A small flame of resentment ignited inside of him and a long-asleep dragon yawned and raised it's head.
No justice here, no liberty
No reason, no blame
There's no cause to taint the sweet taste of blood
And greetings from the nation
As we shake the hands of time
They make their ovations
The vultures stay behind
In the Colosseum.
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The song is by an incredibly talented man named Tom Waits, who most people either love with abandon or hate with a passion. It's a cult thing. lol