A Life Given
By: Lynn Osburn
(DISCLAMER:I would like to give full credit of this idea to Mighty Aphrodite from the Mozenrath Message Board. SHE HAS GIVEN ME PERMISSION TO DO THIS!!!!!!!!!!!! Mighty, you rule chica. Hope you have tons of luck with your other stories. I would like to remind people of this quote."Thousands of years ago, cats were worshipped as gods. Cats have never forgotten this." BTW, you can find a list of different demon at )
Mozenrath snorted at the small child he had just bumped into. "Why don't you watch where your headed street brat." He yelled, shaking a threatening fist at him. He was in no mood for delays, not with the Council of Sorcery expecting him in a few hours. They'd been trying to track him down for over three months now and were very displeased with his avoidance of them.
~Bunch of old fossils. Ever since I took down Destain they've been wondering if I was legitimately qualified as a sorcerer. Now with Aladdin having defeated me at every turn they have a good reason to call me in for testing.~ He growled in a low voice and pushed the child out of his way.
"Stupid street rats." He murmured and continued walking towards the Sorcery Headquarters in Getzestan. Just as he was turning the corner, he heard the scream.
Mozenrath spun around just in time to avoid a man riding like a bat from hell down the road on a huge Arabian stallion. He had to dodge off the road to avoid him, landing in a muddy ditch and letting out a howl of disgust. "You ignorant basterd!" he hollered out as the man laughed and continued down the road. "Mozenrath ignited his gauntlet and prepared to fire at him. At the exact same moment, he saw the small boy he had bumped into trip over a rock in the middle of the road.
If he had stopped to think, he wouldn't have done it. If he had just taken the split second he always had to make sure he didn't look foolish, he would have ignored the boy and incinerated the man before he even reached the child.
But he didn't.
Next thing he knew he was looking straight up into a mob of people surrounding him.One of them included the small boy he'd just saved. "You clutzy whelp! Why don't you start watching before you cross the road and you won't.hey.pay attention you.!" Mozenrath sat up towards the child and suddenly he was nowhere to be found. "Wha.?" He stood up fully, in surprisingly little pain considering he'd just collided with a horse.
"Boy? Where are.you." He turned around to see the child and the group still staring down at something. " Mozenrath sighed and reached up to clean his cap, only to discover there was no dirt anywhere on it. ~Strange, first I fell in the mud then I knocked that boy out of the horses way."
That's when it hit him.
~Out of the horses way!~
Hands shaking uncontrollably, Mozenrath looked over the group of people and onto the ground bellow.
Down at his mangled, dead body.
He threw himself away from the crowd. "No. No! This isn't possible!" He yelled and triend to push the others aside. His hands went through their bodies as water through a sieve. "No! Damn it no! Get away from that body!" he yelled at two city officials cleaning his frame up off the road. "Get your hands off my body!" he yelled out and charged after them coming face to hoof-beaten, bloody face with himself.
Mozenrath gasped in horror and felt nauseated. Surprising now that he no longer had a stomach. He watched at the boy he'd saved ran over to a woman, clutching her skirts and pointing to where he was being carried. "He saved me momma! He pushed me outta the way 'afor that big horse clobbered me!"
"Then he must have been a very kind man indeed. To give his life for another." The woman whispered and took a flower from a nearby vendor. Mozenrath watched as she walked ford to his body and wrapped the rose between his fingers. "Thank you man, for saving my only son. My Allah bless you in Paradise."
"Hah! Fat chance of that!"
Mozenrath turned and looked at a small, unimpressive man smiling.no.leering at him. "Well I am amazed! Of all the people to save that little boys life I certainly wouldn't have picked you." He chuckled and back flipped with a single hand to where Mozenrath stood. "Still, I have to give credit where credit's due, sliding in the middle of the road just when the horse's hooves nearly crushed the child's skull like an over ripe melon." The man gave a loud, dry laugh as two rusty red horns grew from his temples. "You would have made Aladdin clap."
"Who.who are you?" Mozenrath said, preparing himself for the worst. He didn't really have to ask WHAT the man was, he knew well enough he'd been no angel in life. But he did want a name.
"I have many names. From Abgior to Zepar. But I suppose my most well known are Lucifer, Beezelbub, Mephostopholise, and of course, Satan."
Mozenrath straightened himself up, his composure coming back quick as a cat. "The great Lord of the Damned himself comes for my soul. Should I be honored?" he quipped.
"You should yes." Lucifer smiled in an almost gentle fashion. "I only come for the most exceptional cases, and you my young Mozenrath are it." He held out his hand, a smooth, perfectly manicured hand. "Please, come with me, I'm sure we have much to discuss."
"No! Mozenrath don't!" Came a loud, commanding voice, followed with a majestic white light and harp music more beautiful than any on earth.
Lucifer growled, his eyes turning a soft red. "Trust on an Archeangel to make an entrance."
"And trust an ex-angel to screw up Corpse Rights." This man was so vastly different from the other he practically transcended Lucifer. He was garbed in a beautiful white robe that gave his legs room to run. He had an ethereal glow around his near perfect features. In his right hand he carried a spear with a white banner, in his left a green branch that looked to be from a date tree.
"What do you mean Corpse Rights? I know damn well who I'm entitled to when they keel over! As if there could be any doubt with this one." Lucifer smiled and grabbed for Mozenrath's arm.
"Yeah, right." The angel grabbed Mozenrath quicker and pulled him away from the horned man. "Dream on Lucifer. Or perhaps you didn't see the selfless sacrifice this young man gave just on the hour of his death."
"Michael you sneaky son of a."
The Archangel Michael grinned cheekily and shook a finger. "Ahahah! He's watching." He pointed up with the spear.
"Tell Him to kiss my pitchfork! I know He's damn well watching!" Lucifer began to turn red as smoke clouded around his feet. "This is Mozenrath! Murderer of Destain, Conquered of The Black Sands, Dark Sorcerer.He practically screams eternal damnation!"
"Or will if you get your druthers." Michael lifted his spear, turning it into a flaming sword and waving it at Lucifer. "Begon foul demon, or shall smite the once more!"
"Here we go again with the sword bit. Look don't you ever get tired of waving around big pointy weapons at people?" Lucifer growled out, being careful to avoid the swords tip.
"This from the man planning the Holocaust." Michael added you're not getting him Lucifer. He'd died having given his life for another. That's an automatic get outta Hell free card."
Finally, Mozenrath seemed to catch up with the conversation. "Wait.I'm.not going to Hell?" He looked up at Michael, who shook his head. "But.then why did he show up?" He pointed at Lucifer who was fuming at his loss.
"Oh every now and then he tries to grab one of ours before Ariel can get here. He didn't expect for someone like you to have a shot in Hell of being "Saved." Michael laughed and leaned against his sword, wagging a finger a the ultimate incarnation of evil. "But then again you have been a very naughty boy then haven't you?"
Lucifer snarled an lunged at Mozenrath, determined to have him.
Mozenrath didn't even see the angel move, but one moment Lucifer was inches away from him, the next, they were in the clouds. "Wha.?"
"Nifty little trick in't it." Michael chuckled, once again holding a peaceful spear and white banner. "Now then, I believe it's time you and I had a talk."
By: Lynn Osburn
(DISCLAMER:I would like to give full credit of this idea to Mighty Aphrodite from the Mozenrath Message Board. SHE HAS GIVEN ME PERMISSION TO DO THIS!!!!!!!!!!!! Mighty, you rule chica. Hope you have tons of luck with your other stories. I would like to remind people of this quote."Thousands of years ago, cats were worshipped as gods. Cats have never forgotten this." BTW, you can find a list of different demon at )
Mozenrath snorted at the small child he had just bumped into. "Why don't you watch where your headed street brat." He yelled, shaking a threatening fist at him. He was in no mood for delays, not with the Council of Sorcery expecting him in a few hours. They'd been trying to track him down for over three months now and were very displeased with his avoidance of them.
~Bunch of old fossils. Ever since I took down Destain they've been wondering if I was legitimately qualified as a sorcerer. Now with Aladdin having defeated me at every turn they have a good reason to call me in for testing.~ He growled in a low voice and pushed the child out of his way.
"Stupid street rats." He murmured and continued walking towards the Sorcery Headquarters in Getzestan. Just as he was turning the corner, he heard the scream.
Mozenrath spun around just in time to avoid a man riding like a bat from hell down the road on a huge Arabian stallion. He had to dodge off the road to avoid him, landing in a muddy ditch and letting out a howl of disgust. "You ignorant basterd!" he hollered out as the man laughed and continued down the road. "Mozenrath ignited his gauntlet and prepared to fire at him. At the exact same moment, he saw the small boy he had bumped into trip over a rock in the middle of the road.
If he had stopped to think, he wouldn't have done it. If he had just taken the split second he always had to make sure he didn't look foolish, he would have ignored the boy and incinerated the man before he even reached the child.
But he didn't.
Next thing he knew he was looking straight up into a mob of people surrounding him.One of them included the small boy he'd just saved. "You clutzy whelp! Why don't you start watching before you cross the road and you won't.hey.pay attention you.!" Mozenrath sat up towards the child and suddenly he was nowhere to be found. "Wha.?" He stood up fully, in surprisingly little pain considering he'd just collided with a horse.
"Boy? Where are.you." He turned around to see the child and the group still staring down at something. " Mozenrath sighed and reached up to clean his cap, only to discover there was no dirt anywhere on it. ~Strange, first I fell in the mud then I knocked that boy out of the horses way."
That's when it hit him.
~Out of the horses way!~
Hands shaking uncontrollably, Mozenrath looked over the group of people and onto the ground bellow.
Down at his mangled, dead body.
He threw himself away from the crowd. "No. No! This isn't possible!" He yelled and triend to push the others aside. His hands went through their bodies as water through a sieve. "No! Damn it no! Get away from that body!" he yelled at two city officials cleaning his frame up off the road. "Get your hands off my body!" he yelled out and charged after them coming face to hoof-beaten, bloody face with himself.
Mozenrath gasped in horror and felt nauseated. Surprising now that he no longer had a stomach. He watched at the boy he'd saved ran over to a woman, clutching her skirts and pointing to where he was being carried. "He saved me momma! He pushed me outta the way 'afor that big horse clobbered me!"
"Then he must have been a very kind man indeed. To give his life for another." The woman whispered and took a flower from a nearby vendor. Mozenrath watched as she walked ford to his body and wrapped the rose between his fingers. "Thank you man, for saving my only son. My Allah bless you in Paradise."
"Hah! Fat chance of that!"
Mozenrath turned and looked at a small, unimpressive man smiling.no.leering at him. "Well I am amazed! Of all the people to save that little boys life I certainly wouldn't have picked you." He chuckled and back flipped with a single hand to where Mozenrath stood. "Still, I have to give credit where credit's due, sliding in the middle of the road just when the horse's hooves nearly crushed the child's skull like an over ripe melon." The man gave a loud, dry laugh as two rusty red horns grew from his temples. "You would have made Aladdin clap."
"Who.who are you?" Mozenrath said, preparing himself for the worst. He didn't really have to ask WHAT the man was, he knew well enough he'd been no angel in life. But he did want a name.
"I have many names. From Abgior to Zepar. But I suppose my most well known are Lucifer, Beezelbub, Mephostopholise, and of course, Satan."
Mozenrath straightened himself up, his composure coming back quick as a cat. "The great Lord of the Damned himself comes for my soul. Should I be honored?" he quipped.
"You should yes." Lucifer smiled in an almost gentle fashion. "I only come for the most exceptional cases, and you my young Mozenrath are it." He held out his hand, a smooth, perfectly manicured hand. "Please, come with me, I'm sure we have much to discuss."
"No! Mozenrath don't!" Came a loud, commanding voice, followed with a majestic white light and harp music more beautiful than any on earth.
Lucifer growled, his eyes turning a soft red. "Trust on an Archeangel to make an entrance."
"And trust an ex-angel to screw up Corpse Rights." This man was so vastly different from the other he practically transcended Lucifer. He was garbed in a beautiful white robe that gave his legs room to run. He had an ethereal glow around his near perfect features. In his right hand he carried a spear with a white banner, in his left a green branch that looked to be from a date tree.
"What do you mean Corpse Rights? I know damn well who I'm entitled to when they keel over! As if there could be any doubt with this one." Lucifer smiled and grabbed for Mozenrath's arm.
"Yeah, right." The angel grabbed Mozenrath quicker and pulled him away from the horned man. "Dream on Lucifer. Or perhaps you didn't see the selfless sacrifice this young man gave just on the hour of his death."
"Michael you sneaky son of a."
The Archangel Michael grinned cheekily and shook a finger. "Ahahah! He's watching." He pointed up with the spear.
"Tell Him to kiss my pitchfork! I know He's damn well watching!" Lucifer began to turn red as smoke clouded around his feet. "This is Mozenrath! Murderer of Destain, Conquered of The Black Sands, Dark Sorcerer.He practically screams eternal damnation!"
"Or will if you get your druthers." Michael lifted his spear, turning it into a flaming sword and waving it at Lucifer. "Begon foul demon, or shall smite the once more!"
"Here we go again with the sword bit. Look don't you ever get tired of waving around big pointy weapons at people?" Lucifer growled out, being careful to avoid the swords tip.
"This from the man planning the Holocaust." Michael added you're not getting him Lucifer. He'd died having given his life for another. That's an automatic get outta Hell free card."
Finally, Mozenrath seemed to catch up with the conversation. "Wait.I'm.not going to Hell?" He looked up at Michael, who shook his head. "But.then why did he show up?" He pointed at Lucifer who was fuming at his loss.
"Oh every now and then he tries to grab one of ours before Ariel can get here. He didn't expect for someone like you to have a shot in Hell of being "Saved." Michael laughed and leaned against his sword, wagging a finger a the ultimate incarnation of evil. "But then again you have been a very naughty boy then haven't you?"
Lucifer snarled an lunged at Mozenrath, determined to have him.
Mozenrath didn't even see the angel move, but one moment Lucifer was inches away from him, the next, they were in the clouds. "Wha.?"
"Nifty little trick in't it." Michael chuckled, once again holding a peaceful spear and white banner. "Now then, I believe it's time you and I had a talk."