Origins

I was back at Midnight lying in bed with Rosen and I couldn't sleep. I couldn't help but, feel…..guilty. After seeing the Flesh and the Spirit I couldn't help but feel it was my fault, that I made them that way. "You feeling remorse?" asked Fern. I didn't say anything, I wanted to cry and I would have if Rosen wasn't by my side. I turned on my side with the blanket pulled all the way up to my face. I wanted to stop the tears from falling down my face.

"I guess that means a yes, Fern," said Voldemort, his voice was like a growl in my head. I balled my hands into tight fists. I hated him, he was the reason why I became a monster in the first place. Even though I didn't speak it but, they both knew what I was feeling. "Don't blame me for your wrong doings, Tom. If I had my way I'd part with your stinking Soul and go to the Labyrinth were my father lives."

"You mean our Father, Voldemort," said Fern, he made a low growl at being corrected. By hearing this I went outside. I wanted to talk with them without anyone hearing us. I apperated into the forest were I saw two men fighting each other (there was always someone fighting each other). I went deeper into the forest until I was completely sure I was alone. "Now no more games," I said firmly. "I want to know who I really am right now and I don't care how strange it sounds because I've experienced everything."

"No you haven't," sneered Voldemort. "This is only one world, there are many, many others."

"Tell me….I want to know!"

"Then sleep," said Fern. Suddenly my body became limp and I felt it fall to the ground like a coat. Strangely it was a relief to be free from my body. I looked down at the sprawled body in the dirt. At first I thought I was dead until I saw my chest rising and falling. I stared at my body a little, it was strange that I was trying to get a body of my own and yet I felt free of it. "Are you wanting to know or do you want to have sex with it?" yelled Voldemort from a far. I looked over to my right were Voldemort was standing three feet away.

I grimaced at the sight of him. He looked like a grotesque version of death. I've always thought Carrion was horrifying but, this thing in front of me was demonic. "And demonic I am, Tom but, some would think of me as an angel," he said with a wicked smile even though he had no lips. I walked over to him even though my head was screaming to leave. "What sane person would think of you as an angel?"

"A rare few would," said Fern walking towards us. His body looked frail but, the way he carried himself was like that of a healthy person. "In fact some would want to become a Cenobite like him." When he said the word Cenobite it felt familiar and yet the word was foreign to me.

"What's a Cenobite?" I asked. Fern didn't say anything only to pull from his white robes out a box exactly like the one from my dream. Fern and Voldemort looked at the box with longing while I stared at the box with admiration. "A Cenobite is both an angel and a demon, it's human form was re-made in the image of Leviathan. This box in my hand is a means to summon them and once they come they will take you to the Labyrinth to either make you a prisoner or a new Cenobite. It's rare that anyone is born a Cenobite, usually they were once human. As for you Tom….you are a Cenobite."

I stared at Fern with fright coming over me. I couldn't believe what I was hearing, I didn't want to believe it. By looking at Voldemort I got this sinking feeling that someday I was going to end up looking like him. "Don't worry Tom, you don't have to look like him," said Fern soothingly. "Unlike the humans that are taken, you have a choice if you wanted to look like him or not."

"I don't want to look like that, I want to be normal!" I blurted out suddenly. Fern smiled while Voldemort laughed at my discomfort. At the realization that I was half a Cenobite I began to imagine my father mutilated like my Flesh. Suddenly I got this disgusting image of my mother in bed with something that horrible that I almost gaged. While that picture was in my head they were both laughing at me. "Oh my God, he's almost right, only father doesn't look that monstrous!"

"What does he look like?" I asked curious and yet afraid. They both were quiet. Fern stretched out his hand and said, "Do you want to find out?"

"Yes"

"Then come with me, I think when you see him you'll recognize him at first sight."