I'm back and kicking. Cant really say much for Alice. Geez I feel sorry for
her.
Chapter 3- Heavens Heathen
Angels love you honey
Treasured for eternity
God will protect you darling
Never feel the pain
"Atman is growing tried of his collection, he wants another companion. Which means that if what I believe is true. Atman is going to make you one of them, he wants to make you into a mask."
"How observant of you Anima." Came a voice sounding too like Atman's for comfort. "Alice I am glad that you are settling in because you will be here for a long time and in the company of such worthy companions." Atman appeared beside her and put his hand on her shoulder. Anima stayed silent, she was still picking at the rose, without taking the slightest notice. "Anima, my dear. I will need to take your friend away from you, not for long but I will be most appalled if you plan to stop me."
"Never would I do that Master." Anima replied quietly. Alice wondered why her voice had broken and she was finding it very hard to answer at all. "Take her Master, be kind to her. She is innocent to this world and its operations."
"You all were innocent until I lovingly broke you all into it." As he said this Alice was forced to stand next to him, he had a smirk on his face. Alice knew he was enjoying torturing Anima and he continued in a most spiteful manner. "Do not hope that she will fail in becoming what I want her to. She will be the most beautiful flower, the most venomous Poison Ivy that ever walked these realms. Unlike you, your gift is foul, you should never have been born. Your kin however has none of this defect, this disease, he is perfect. You are a disgrace, now tend to the Masks, their moaning drives me insane."
"Yes Master." Anima rose and came to Atman. She kissed him on the cheek and scuttled away. Alice was sure that she could hear sobs coming from her, but they became more distant as the gap between them widened.
"Now my little one, I want to show you something." Alice didn't have a chance to say anything as the surroundings faded until it merged with more grey colours coupled with a very distinct silver aura. She felt her feet touch ground and everything was in focus once more.
The room was grander than the ones she had been in previously. The walls were coloured in a pale shade of cream and the adornments were made of gold. How ever light it seemed it reminded her of Keith's castle, it seemed rather dingy; almost neglected.
The floor she was standing on was covered in black marble which contrasted horribly with the other decor in the room. It shone in a nauseating manner, she could have been staring at a mirror floor if she hadn't been so observant.
Atman walked in front of her, his hair falling in straight strands down his back, but he took no notice of her obvious distress. She felt safe with Anima, like a shield against the masks and prominently: Atman. He was going to make her suffer, probably suffer more than any of the other masks. She was sure that that would be his plan, like the....
"The tortured soul of a battered princess. The light spirit doing the dark wraiths vocation. How right you are, clever Alice." Atman turned to her with a simpering smile upon his stone like face. Alice wondered what he meant by those words. Would Yuri had to have gone through this too? She would have never let him do such a thing, but she had stopped him hadn't she? She had taken his place. "Yes, you are very right. Light doing Dark's job. My plans had been set on Yuri, a harmonixer's soul is hardened to many things, meaning that they are easier to work with. Pure opium, to know you have such a spirit, but you my little one, you were stubborn, weren't you?"
"I would never let you take Yuri. Never would I let him become a member of this hellish realm." Alice burst. She felt so angered with him, she wanted Yuri back and she wanted to be alive. Courtesy could be forgotten now, things had gone too far, besides Atman didn't deserve it. "I did it because I would not let you torture him as you have me. I wanted to save him, and if that meant taking me then so be it."
"Feisty. Ah, maybe you will not be so bad after all. Show more of this and things will be a lot easier for you, that is assured." Atman walked on again and came to a very large mirror looking object, yet it did not show a reflection it depicted many different people.
Alice came to his side out of pure curiosity, Atman was showing her this with pride. Each picture displayed a different person and then it skipped to another, that was until it stopped on a dark haired woman sitting alone on grass with a little bottle and a glass of wine.
"Ah ha! Now you will see your fate, you will become so powerful, so beautiful." She was pulled into the glass and she found she was sitting next to the woman. Alice looked around and saw that Atman was nowhere near her, where was he? The woman turned her eyes to Alice but she did not jump, in fact she smiled.
"You have come to lead me?"
"I... er..."
"Thank you, you have given me strength." Alice was disturbed by this, but she didn't know what was going on so she watched. The woman poured the rest of the contents of the little bottle in to the glass with the othe liquid and she raised the glass up to Alice. "Bless you and to the stars." Alice was still scared but smiled.
"To the stars." Before she knew it the woman had drunk the wine and she lay down upon the grass and closed her eyes. What was going on? The woman choked violently and Alice screamed. She jumped to her feet and turned away from her. She felt a presence next to her and she realised that she was against Atmans form, sheilding her from the sight. Atman forced her to look round, Alice felt extremely foolish in this act of weakness but again Atman took no notice. The woman lay still now and a silvery white vapour was coming from her chest.
The mist formed into a person, Alice realised that it was the woman, it was the woman's soul attached to her heart by a fine string. Atman gazed at this sight for a moment and the smile began to form across his face once more. He neared the body and taking, what looked like a jewelled dagger cut the link that held heart and soul together. He held the link in his hand and it changed to having a red hue. Looking at her he spoke.
"Alice, take the ornament that Grail gave you from your pocket and put it around your neck." Alice did so, but very cautiously. It was a chain with a silver pendant, within the pendant there was another orb, one like the one in Anima's kitchen but a lot smaller. She placed it around her neck and she felt as if the world had gone silent. She had gone deaf.
Atman came towards her and fixed the tether that he held onto the orb and it disappeared before her own eyes. The silence had become a screaming pain within her head. It was as if all the dead were calling to her, telling her to stop afflicting them with this pain.
She must have screamed and fallen to the floor, because Atman had picked her up. She was held in his arms, her body lolling against Atman's form. Alice felt like her whole head was exploding and her body felt crumpled with the weight of the noise. She was in pain, and she had never felt anything like it.
Alice felt herself falling into unconsciousness, and being taken through the mirror. She could hear Atman breathing, but he was dead wasn't he? She felt herself breathing too, okay, so that must mean that they still breathe in this domain too. A strange thought she knew, but she was loosing herself. She was sinking into the screams, into memories and the dark.
~*~*~*~
When she awoke she was still in the marble floored room. She was laying on a set of cream cushions the details were a blur to her. Her eyes were unfocused but she could see and hear that there were other people in the room. When she realised that she could actually hear normal things she found that those repulsively spine-chilling screams had stopped.
Even though she could hear words being spoken, she could not decipher them.The masks were there and so was Anima, Alice felt the need to call her but shoe could not raise her voice above a whisper. No-one noticed for a while that she was awake, she could not get up or do anything, her energy had died on her and she could not move.
She thought about that woman, she had helped kill her. That was why Atman wanted her, she looked like an angel and the victims would willingly take their lives knowing that she would take them to heaven. She could not give them such comfort, she knew of no heaven and to her knowledge there was no God either.
The basis of any religion would collapse if this information was to ever become known. How awful! So many people had risked and devoted their lives to something that was totally false. Her father and all the people at the Vatican had lived their lives in vain and for a cause that had no base for belief in the first place.
She too had lived with the knowledge that all her efforts were contributed to the greater mass of good deeds; to her religion, and to God. That was all a farse now and she had lost all faith in that respect. Yes she still loved him as a saviour but a fantasy was all he would be to her now.
It was hard to comprehend such a thing, her mind rejected the thought instantly; God did not exist. The devil was all too real, he was the one who made her into this thing, a 'homicidal angel' he would most likely call it. Atman was the devil in her eyes whether he was or not.
A hand touched Alice's arm and she jumped out of fright, only to see that Anima was sitting down with her. She still wore the hood over her face and Alice felt the need to know what she looked like, she wanted to know the face of her only freind in this world. She was a friend how long she had known her was not relevent, it was that she was there when she needed her.
"Alice, my Precious are you okay?" She asked tenderly, the sound was blissful to her ears. The voice was so soft and compassionate, like silk compared to the pain of the screams. Alcie sat up and felt weak, it had taken a lot out of her, she was not fit for such a thing, hopefully she had failed miserably, That was too much to hope for.
"Yes. What happened to me? I...."
"Shush, Precious." Anima sat by her and took her hand in hers. He voice was worried and weak, almost as if her fate had been sealed. "You have taken your first soul and your future is determind. I cannot change his mind, he wants you and you can do nothing about it. You are his Angel of Death."
"No! I will not do it."
"You have no choice and whats worse, is he will take your memory with it. I have failed you."
Chapter 3- Heavens Heathen
Angels love you honey
Treasured for eternity
God will protect you darling
Never feel the pain
"Atman is growing tried of his collection, he wants another companion. Which means that if what I believe is true. Atman is going to make you one of them, he wants to make you into a mask."
"How observant of you Anima." Came a voice sounding too like Atman's for comfort. "Alice I am glad that you are settling in because you will be here for a long time and in the company of such worthy companions." Atman appeared beside her and put his hand on her shoulder. Anima stayed silent, she was still picking at the rose, without taking the slightest notice. "Anima, my dear. I will need to take your friend away from you, not for long but I will be most appalled if you plan to stop me."
"Never would I do that Master." Anima replied quietly. Alice wondered why her voice had broken and she was finding it very hard to answer at all. "Take her Master, be kind to her. She is innocent to this world and its operations."
"You all were innocent until I lovingly broke you all into it." As he said this Alice was forced to stand next to him, he had a smirk on his face. Alice knew he was enjoying torturing Anima and he continued in a most spiteful manner. "Do not hope that she will fail in becoming what I want her to. She will be the most beautiful flower, the most venomous Poison Ivy that ever walked these realms. Unlike you, your gift is foul, you should never have been born. Your kin however has none of this defect, this disease, he is perfect. You are a disgrace, now tend to the Masks, their moaning drives me insane."
"Yes Master." Anima rose and came to Atman. She kissed him on the cheek and scuttled away. Alice was sure that she could hear sobs coming from her, but they became more distant as the gap between them widened.
"Now my little one, I want to show you something." Alice didn't have a chance to say anything as the surroundings faded until it merged with more grey colours coupled with a very distinct silver aura. She felt her feet touch ground and everything was in focus once more.
The room was grander than the ones she had been in previously. The walls were coloured in a pale shade of cream and the adornments were made of gold. How ever light it seemed it reminded her of Keith's castle, it seemed rather dingy; almost neglected.
The floor she was standing on was covered in black marble which contrasted horribly with the other decor in the room. It shone in a nauseating manner, she could have been staring at a mirror floor if she hadn't been so observant.
Atman walked in front of her, his hair falling in straight strands down his back, but he took no notice of her obvious distress. She felt safe with Anima, like a shield against the masks and prominently: Atman. He was going to make her suffer, probably suffer more than any of the other masks. She was sure that that would be his plan, like the....
"The tortured soul of a battered princess. The light spirit doing the dark wraiths vocation. How right you are, clever Alice." Atman turned to her with a simpering smile upon his stone like face. Alice wondered what he meant by those words. Would Yuri had to have gone through this too? She would have never let him do such a thing, but she had stopped him hadn't she? She had taken his place. "Yes, you are very right. Light doing Dark's job. My plans had been set on Yuri, a harmonixer's soul is hardened to many things, meaning that they are easier to work with. Pure opium, to know you have such a spirit, but you my little one, you were stubborn, weren't you?"
"I would never let you take Yuri. Never would I let him become a member of this hellish realm." Alice burst. She felt so angered with him, she wanted Yuri back and she wanted to be alive. Courtesy could be forgotten now, things had gone too far, besides Atman didn't deserve it. "I did it because I would not let you torture him as you have me. I wanted to save him, and if that meant taking me then so be it."
"Feisty. Ah, maybe you will not be so bad after all. Show more of this and things will be a lot easier for you, that is assured." Atman walked on again and came to a very large mirror looking object, yet it did not show a reflection it depicted many different people.
Alice came to his side out of pure curiosity, Atman was showing her this with pride. Each picture displayed a different person and then it skipped to another, that was until it stopped on a dark haired woman sitting alone on grass with a little bottle and a glass of wine.
"Ah ha! Now you will see your fate, you will become so powerful, so beautiful." She was pulled into the glass and she found she was sitting next to the woman. Alice looked around and saw that Atman was nowhere near her, where was he? The woman turned her eyes to Alice but she did not jump, in fact she smiled.
"You have come to lead me?"
"I... er..."
"Thank you, you have given me strength." Alice was disturbed by this, but she didn't know what was going on so she watched. The woman poured the rest of the contents of the little bottle in to the glass with the othe liquid and she raised the glass up to Alice. "Bless you and to the stars." Alice was still scared but smiled.
"To the stars." Before she knew it the woman had drunk the wine and she lay down upon the grass and closed her eyes. What was going on? The woman choked violently and Alice screamed. She jumped to her feet and turned away from her. She felt a presence next to her and she realised that she was against Atmans form, sheilding her from the sight. Atman forced her to look round, Alice felt extremely foolish in this act of weakness but again Atman took no notice. The woman lay still now and a silvery white vapour was coming from her chest.
The mist formed into a person, Alice realised that it was the woman, it was the woman's soul attached to her heart by a fine string. Atman gazed at this sight for a moment and the smile began to form across his face once more. He neared the body and taking, what looked like a jewelled dagger cut the link that held heart and soul together. He held the link in his hand and it changed to having a red hue. Looking at her he spoke.
"Alice, take the ornament that Grail gave you from your pocket and put it around your neck." Alice did so, but very cautiously. It was a chain with a silver pendant, within the pendant there was another orb, one like the one in Anima's kitchen but a lot smaller. She placed it around her neck and she felt as if the world had gone silent. She had gone deaf.
Atman came towards her and fixed the tether that he held onto the orb and it disappeared before her own eyes. The silence had become a screaming pain within her head. It was as if all the dead were calling to her, telling her to stop afflicting them with this pain.
She must have screamed and fallen to the floor, because Atman had picked her up. She was held in his arms, her body lolling against Atman's form. Alice felt like her whole head was exploding and her body felt crumpled with the weight of the noise. She was in pain, and she had never felt anything like it.
Alice felt herself falling into unconsciousness, and being taken through the mirror. She could hear Atman breathing, but he was dead wasn't he? She felt herself breathing too, okay, so that must mean that they still breathe in this domain too. A strange thought she knew, but she was loosing herself. She was sinking into the screams, into memories and the dark.
~*~*~*~
When she awoke she was still in the marble floored room. She was laying on a set of cream cushions the details were a blur to her. Her eyes were unfocused but she could see and hear that there were other people in the room. When she realised that she could actually hear normal things she found that those repulsively spine-chilling screams had stopped.
Even though she could hear words being spoken, she could not decipher them.The masks were there and so was Anima, Alice felt the need to call her but shoe could not raise her voice above a whisper. No-one noticed for a while that she was awake, she could not get up or do anything, her energy had died on her and she could not move.
She thought about that woman, she had helped kill her. That was why Atman wanted her, she looked like an angel and the victims would willingly take their lives knowing that she would take them to heaven. She could not give them such comfort, she knew of no heaven and to her knowledge there was no God either.
The basis of any religion would collapse if this information was to ever become known. How awful! So many people had risked and devoted their lives to something that was totally false. Her father and all the people at the Vatican had lived their lives in vain and for a cause that had no base for belief in the first place.
She too had lived with the knowledge that all her efforts were contributed to the greater mass of good deeds; to her religion, and to God. That was all a farse now and she had lost all faith in that respect. Yes she still loved him as a saviour but a fantasy was all he would be to her now.
It was hard to comprehend such a thing, her mind rejected the thought instantly; God did not exist. The devil was all too real, he was the one who made her into this thing, a 'homicidal angel' he would most likely call it. Atman was the devil in her eyes whether he was or not.
A hand touched Alice's arm and she jumped out of fright, only to see that Anima was sitting down with her. She still wore the hood over her face and Alice felt the need to know what she looked like, she wanted to know the face of her only freind in this world. She was a friend how long she had known her was not relevent, it was that she was there when she needed her.
"Alice, my Precious are you okay?" She asked tenderly, the sound was blissful to her ears. The voice was so soft and compassionate, like silk compared to the pain of the screams. Alcie sat up and felt weak, it had taken a lot out of her, she was not fit for such a thing, hopefully she had failed miserably, That was too much to hope for.
"Yes. What happened to me? I...."
"Shush, Precious." Anima sat by her and took her hand in hers. He voice was worried and weak, almost as if her fate had been sealed. "You have taken your first soul and your future is determind. I cannot change his mind, he wants you and you can do nothing about it. You are his Angel of Death."
"No! I will not do it."
"You have no choice and whats worse, is he will take your memory with it. I have failed you."