Return of the Angels
What is it you want, Raven?
The voice cooed at him in his ear. He turned over onto his other side and gazed out of those cell bars, but there was little hope to escape the voice. It was all around, in the darkness, everywhere. Sometimes it felt like he could feel the breath of the one talking to him, it was creepy, sent shivers down his spine and made his hair stand up on end. Male…? Or perhaps, female…? The voice sounded disorientated, like a puzzle that couldn't be made out. He could try so much to shield his ears from the voice, but it would then sound as if it were coming from inside of his head. There was no escape, ever!
Come on, Raven, you can tell me.
Go away, he thought and turned onto his stomach.
He had come to recognize how the prisoners' caretakers act. They cared little on what they need, or even if they managed to survive through the nights, before their sentence. Each criminal in the cells are given little and viewed as of even less. Not heard, perhaps not seen at all either. The darkness could accompany his statement of not being seen. The caretakers obviously had higher orders not to exactly care for the prisoners. Good job they were doing so far. They were definitely perfecting the neglect of those who they hold captive.
You want to kill them, don't you, Raven? I can make it happen. All you have to do is accept me.
Accept it? What was it? Who talks to him through the darkness and inside of his head? Nothing human, that he was sure of. He turned his head so that he could glare at the darkness, hoping that this thing got the hint he wasn't interested. He planted his face in the flat pillow, attempting to make all connections to him impossible. He clamped his hands over his ears, but there was always a way that this voice could get through to him. He could try, he decided that himself and always refuse what it was offering. If he could that is.
I know your every desire, I can feel your emotions, and I know exactly what you want. So save yourself the trouble and just accept me.
Persistent wasn't it? This voice had an ego so large that maybe its own world could be created on it. He scoffed in the pillow, almost coming out like a snore, but whatever it was that was trying to convince him obviously knew he was awake. There was no denying that it was tempting to just accept the thing. But there was something within him that was telling him no. He closed his eyes, he knew sleep would never overcome him; the thing would just wake him up. He had already lost sleep the moment he was brought in this cell. What the hell was sharing the same cell as him?
That girl… a shudder went down his spine. It was like he could hear and see it smirk and lick its lips. She's such a beauty, isn't she? Now he could swear he could feel the thing's desire in the air around him. Why haven't you already tried to take her, huh, Raven? You're missing out, completely.
There are many different girls he's met; this thing could be on about any number of them. But somehow he knew what this thing was on about. It was like the name was screaming at him, even now. He could try to ignore it all if he could, but with nothing to set his mind on anything down here, there was no way he was able to avoid it. The voices were so loud that it was like someone was speaking to him.
Come on, Raven, don't deny yourself. You can accept me…
His eyes widened.
That was his voice!
There was no way, that thing should not have his voice. Unless, it was him! But before, the words were disorientated, it was nothing like his. Or it could be that he was imagining the whole thing. No, he definitely knew that he was not imagining it. The darkness was talking to him, and it wouldn't let him go until he has surrendered to its will. He wasn't a fool, he wasn't going to do it; at least he hoped so. But what it promises, what it could give him… It was a desire that he would love to be fulfilled. He could get anything he desired…
That's it, Raven, accept me.
Raven…
Raven…
"Raven!" he sprung up from the bed and his eyes were wide and a sweat drop crawled down the side of his face. He turned towards who had disturbed him and saw the golden blonde standing there with a torch lit in her hands. Her name was just at the tip of his tongue. The name was like a longing, he wanted to say it to see how it felt as it rolled of his tongue. But those eyes were like two pools of deep sapphires.
"Celine…" the name tasted so right on his tongue. It felt right to him. It was like it had become a spell once it had been spoken from his lips.
See, Raven…? See how good that felt?
He slammed the voice away. But it came back with vengeance and his head nearly struck the wall.
"Raven!" her voice echoed like a song of worry.
He could see her as he lay on the bed, almost in a paralyzed state. The torch had fallen to the floor, but it didn't burn anything else other than the torch itself. Strange, he thought, but his eyes looked up from the light and into those deep eyes of the sapphire sea. Her hands were clutching the bars as if she wanted to get through them to be at his side. He felt like reaching out towards her and saw himself doing so unconsciously. He swore he felt his eyes go wide but they remained normal as they looked at her. What was going on? What the hell was controlling his body?
"Jerry…" her voice whispered. Her head turned towards the direction she had probably walked from. "Jerry!" she called and her voice echoed and stretched.
Responding to her panicked voice were the heavy footsteps of something gigantic. Another light lit up the passageway and a tall, gigantic male, towered behind her. She turned to face him, to regard him and confront him with her musical voice. He didn't know what happened, but his eyes blanked out and he could hear the metal keys clanking together, a metal door unlocking and it screeching open. Then his outstretched hand was taken and then a warm breath brought him back out from that darkness. His eyes were looking straight into those two sapphire oceans.
"Raven…" she said gently and pushed his hair out of his face. "It's going to be okay."
He felt relief surge through his body at her reassuring words.
Not if I can do anything about it!
His body went into a spasm and her hand clutched tighter. Those eyes turned into an ocean unsettled with worry. She was going to stay with him, even through this turbulence that ricocheted his body. He felt like his body was being torn open and that something trying to force entry to inside. He would scream if he could, but there was something around his throat, forcing him into silence. He could do nothing but feel his body being torn open, feel the spasms and continue to look into those eyes.
"Celine, should I get the others?" he heard a deep male voice say, but it seemed to have come out like a growl.
Her eyes never left his. "Please Jerry; make it quick."
"Yes, ma'am," he said and ran out, closing the door but not locking it behind him.
"Raven, I know you can hear me. Please say something…" could he see the hint of tears in the corners of her eyes?
His mouth opened to form syllables but nothing but a choked sound came out.
"If you can't speak, then don't!"
Damn it, don't be so stupid, girl! Raven growled in his head.
As if she was able to hear his thoughts her eyes widened. Something obtained control of those eyes and her eyes were suddenly searching his face. He could instantly tell that she knew something was definitely much more wrong that she had first thought. Her eyes moved away and Raven felt like pleading to get them to look at him again. He screamed inside of his head that was more like a cage than anything. Inside he was frustrated as hell. Why the hell was this happening to him? Was it because of the way the prisoner's were treated? Was this what happens to them after a while of being down here? Had they lost their minds like he seemed to be now?
Celine looked around in the air. It had suddenly become heavy and thick, definitely something wrong with it. She had sensed this before, when she had first come down to see Raven. The souls were screeching as if they were being tortured. No, they were warning her of something that was down here. That was what she couldn't figure out! The thing inside of this cell was not a spirit that wanted revenge for what happened to it. It was something else. Something that was now burying itself inside of Raven and devouring his will so that it could take control.
Her eyes turned back to Raven when she suddenly felt his body become still. His eyes were violet still, nothing indicating that something had happened to him. She looked closer without closing the distance. His eyes were dull and distant, as if life had been taken away from him. The air had settled but the souls didn't stop screeching their warnings. There were so many screeching at the same time, she couldn't hear their words. What were they warning her about? Something inside of the cell, no doubt! But there appeared to be nothing wrong with Raven. But perhaps physically there was nothing wrong with him. What if his mind had become lost to the darkness?
A chuckle rose from his throat, although it sounded exactly like him, it wasn't! She knew it wasn't!
"I can smell an angel…"
Suddenly she knew what was inside the cell! But now it was inside of Raven.
She yanked her hand out of his and quickly got up to scramble backwards until her back met the bars. He slowly got up from the bed, cracking its neck as if it hadn't moved for so long. Those eyes become full of life, but only with malice inside of them. Raven was now a prisoner in his own body. Those eyes looked up at the ceiling, taking its time to admire the cell, but then they went down and down and down until they landed upon her and a smirk formed across his lips.
How could it have gotten through without her detection?
Unless it had been here for years already!
"Angels sure are the most delicious foods to ravish, aren't they?" he spoke as if from experience. "But, with the angels I've tasted and seen; I've never once seen you."
Her eyes narrowed. "Wouldn't surprise me! You demons are low in intelligence after all."
His speed was incredible. He was suddenly towering above her the next second. He had both arms either side of her, trapping her between his body and the bars at her back. She was in deep trouble now. Could she hope to escape without having to kill Raven in the process? She would never take that risk. Sacrifice was a part of saving the planet, but she was not willing to risk Raven's life to save the planet! He removed one of the arms from her side and traced a finger down the side of her face.
"I'm not bothered how angels view me, even if they say I'm low in intelligence. But in truth," he inhaled deeply, "I've never smelt an angel as good as you." Two fingers went under her chin and forced her to look at him. "What kind of angel are you?"
She swatted his hand aside and glared at him. "I don't give information about angels to my enemies."
"Unless you want to save yourself the humiliation you will." He said with a confident smirk.
"Stop using his voice…" she said turning away.
He laughed. "Oh I see! It's like that is it? Here I thought it was all one sided." She looked up at him with a confused but narrowed glare. "That's right sweetheart. The reason why I chose this boy instead of the others I could have possessed a long time ago is because of you!" she clenched her teeth and fisted her hands. "You don't believe me? You know I would never lie."
"No, but you can twist the truths to work in your favour."
"Oh, you do know us well don't you?" he leaned closer, even pressed his body closer. "Want to give me the information? Or do I just humiliate you?"
"No to the both of them."
"Looks like you'd rather be humiliated, and it's perfect that I'd use this body to do it with."
"You weren't here to just get a body and leave then?"
"No, I lingered around here because a few days ago I had thought of leaving, until I smelled you."
"Stop saying it's about me!"
"Oh but it is! It's always been about you, since you are the last."
"T-the last…?"
"Oh I don't think so honey. If I don't get my information, you're not getting any either."