For context, Lincoln, Chloe, Liam, and Chandler are 15, Meanwhile, Maggie is 16, and Taylor is 17, I should mention that this story will be gruesome and certain themes that are 18+ so please don't read it if you feel uncomfortable about the subjects talked and written about.
I'm serious, don't read if you can not handle the themes that are being written about
Again, this is a warning
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Prologue: Broken Humans
They were alone with the devil again...
The Devil is in this case the one on their shoulders
It's never easy to admit that you are a sick and twisted person
It never is.
It never is.
It.
Never.
Is.
For some, In the deepest and darkest place of their mind, they enjoy the blood the drips out of the human body, the sensation of bliss off from porn, the feeling of overwhelming ecstasy when high on painkillers, or even taking the life of another person.
In those painstaking, yet breathtaking moments, they are a God.
But, I digress.
No one can be a god if there never was one...
You see, it is a quiet, still night within the town of Royal Woods, more specifically, a lone shack in the middle of the woods, it was the beginning of the month of December and many assumed that the angels joyfully singing and celebrating the birth month of the child of God, yet no angles were celebrating this year... only demons
The Angles have heeded their warning.
The Devil was at work, and he would do what he did best.
Would there be Mercy?
Mercy?
No such thing existed to the Devil...
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"When I was in kindergarten, red was such a favorite color of mine in elementary school. I once used my own blood in a painting. I wanted to add texture, some liveness in it. The painting was entitled Amore of A Fallen Saint" Maggie said
Currently, Maggie, Lincoln, Taylor, Liam, Chandler, and Chloe were all in a wooden shed that was abandoned, but now, it was their secret little hideout from the rest of the world, a place where they were safe to be themselves, act how they wanted, say what they wanted, do anything they wanted. Why? because to the rest of the world, they were sick. But here? Here they were safe.
They had found it a while ago and with the help of Taylor and Chandler, the shed actually became functional, heat ran through it and they even had couches and some fold-up chairs and a table, hell, thanks to Liam, they also had a small refrigerator and a few drinks, some soda, and energy drinks and finally, there was a bunk bed that used to belong to Lincoln's older sisters, Luna and Luan, and there was also a hammock on the other side.
Lincoln and Maggie were currently on the couch, Liam, Chloe, and Chandler were in fold-up chairs and Taylor just lied on the top bunk of the bunk beds.
A lot has changed with them, both physically and mentally.
Maggie now wore a Beanie on her head, a black longsleeved turtle neck sweater, a pair of black sweat pants, and high-heeled platform shoes. Her hair was pretty much the same still, and she had a few piercings, one was a side nose ring piercing which was black in color, and from what she showed to them all, she got nipple piercings that said "Bite me"
Lincoln simply wore a long-sleeved orange shirt, a pair of dark blue jeans, and black boots. His hair was shorter.
Liam got a bit more muscular due to working on the farm, his orange hair was cut into an undercut and he wore a dark green shirt under a brown coat and long brown pants stained with dirt and wore brown worn-out sneakers.
Chloe also hadn't changed much, She still wore a barrette hat which was now a dark purple, she wore a black undershirt, and over that was a purple and black striped crop top sweater, she wore dark purple tights and a pair of black and white sneakers.
and Chandler, well he wore a dark forest green beanie on his head, a dark red shirt, and over that was a dark green hoodie, a pair of ripped black jeans, and a pair of brown leather boots.
"I never returned to the school, The other parents were concerned that I was crazy and would harm their kids and so the principal expelled me, and my parents try to sue the school system, but they failed" Maggie continued telling the story
"What you use to cut yourself?" Chloe asked
"Oh, I used the big tack that teachers used for attaching papers," Maggie said with a faint smile "And that one moment, the one drop of blood, the color, the texture, the feel, the warmth, it's what made me, me, but enough about me, how about you Chloe? When did you realize you were sick in the head?" Maggie said
Chloe smiled lightly and giggled a little as she thought back to when she had truly realized when she was sick, "I would have to say the first time I had touched myself" Chloe said "It was a fucking mind fuck, I enjoyed it so much I couldn't stop, any time I could, I just flick the bean when I could, when my parents found out I got taken to a physician, got some pills and I can now I can control my sexual urges, but sometimes when I really wanna do it, I just don't take the pills" Chloe said
"And what about You Taylor? when did you find out you were sick?" Maggie said
"When I realized Charles Darwin was my god" Taylor aid "I hate weak people, always have and always will, those who can't admit to their faults and those who can't survive in this world," She told them
"Are we weak?" Chandler asked with a smile
"I use to think so but here you all are, admitting your deepest and darkest thoughts and desires, I say that's strong in my book," She said "But yeah, after I realized I couldn't stand the weak, I realized that the only person I could call my god was Charles Darwin and when he talked about natural selection, he wasn't just talking about animals, he was talking about people"
"What if he was here right now?" Lincoln asked
Taylor smirked "I would bow down before him and kiss his feet. For he is my God. A god may exist, but I see physical results rather than a sky god" Taylor said "What time is it?" She asked
Chandler then pulled out his phone, "9:43" Chandler said "We still got time before we all have to head home"
Taylor nodded, and they all began to talk again, although the conversation has changed again to a different topic. They talked and laughed about whatever they wished, as all young people their age did, shifting the conversation from their sick souls, to school, to family, and so on and so forth.
And outside of the shed, the light snow fell on the ground and a black goat walked up to the shed and just stood in front of it for a while, and a dove flew right onto the roof of the shed and looked down to the black goat, only for the goat, to shift its head and look back at it.
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"God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him. How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers? What was holiest and mightiest of all that the world has yet owned has bled to death under our knives: who will wipe this blood off us? What water is there for us to clean ourselves? What festivals of atonement, what sacred games shall we have to invent? Is not the greatness of this deed too great for us? Must we ourselves not become gods simply to appear worthy of it?" - Friedrich Nietzsche