The Devil's Creation
Chapter Two
The walk back to the castle is a long and grueling trip. With the knowledge that has been bestowed upon her, Isabella is now capable of really recognizing what it entails.
Immense heat is everywhere, all at once.
Molten lava bubbles in the craters that coat the ground. Fire sparks from these puddles on occasion, filling the air with heavy ash. This ash caresses her skin, clearly pleased with her presence on the land, just as the fire licks her skin and the lava warms the ground for her feet.
This confuses her. From her knowledge, fire's purpose is to burn, to destroy. None of this feels malicious, though. It's a welcoming feeling.
"Edward," she calls his attention, and he looks back at her though he does not pause, "Isn't this supposed to hurt?"
From this question he realizes that, while the apple from the tree of knowledge has made his job easier, it has not taught her all that she needs to know. More specifically, it has not taught her of his land. It has only taught her Carlisle's view of his land.
"It only hurts those who do not belong here," he answers her question, "You belong here so it will never treat you with anything other than kindness."
His answer only sparks another question, "Why do I belong here but others do not?"
"Because you have never betrayed the land."
She thinks about that for a few moments.
From her knowledge of the word 'betray' it would lead her to believe that it is not possible to betray something that is not alive. And, from the knowledge of a human . . . land is not alive. It serves a purpose but it does not live.
She wants to ask him about this, but when she thinks back to the passion in which he'd spoken of his land, she feels that it would be inappropriate. Instead, she decided to ask, "How would one betray the land?"
"By not appreciating it," he says with irritation.
The emotion is not directed towards her, rather to his twin, but she does not know this. Her head is parallel with the ground as she murmurs, "I'm sorry."
He looks back to her again, taking in her appearance, and is instantly pleased with how he affects her. Though he did not intend to make her feel regretful of her inquiries, she is perfect in that his emotions effect her so incredibly. "Don't be," he assures her, halting in front of the great doors of his castle and reaching out to pull on her chin.
When their eyes meet, and she sees that she truly is forgiven, she asks, "Why do humans fear this land so much?"
Edward looks deeply into her eyes, so intensely that Isabella is sure that he can read the thoughts swirling around in her head.
She waits for him to something. When he does, though, it's not what she's expecting.
"Come; I'll show you."
~ TDC ~
She follows him down several hallways, each looking nearly exactly like the one before, with black marble floors and walls of ash, lit by burning chandeliers that hang from the ceilings. The closer they draw to their destination, the louder she can hear the screams emitting from it.
When Edward finally stops, it's in front of a massive gate, where a door stood behind it.
She looks up at him questioningly.
He fights to keep the malice out of his voice as he says, "Surely you recognize the name God."
She nods, still confused as to where this is going.
"And you are aware that God created humans."
She nods again.
"And you also know that humans wish to reach heaven."
"Yes."
"Well," he begins with a smirk, rubbing his hands together, "God also wishes for his humans to reach him, and as I'm also sure you know, he and I aren't on very good terms."
"Of course."
He continues, "The rules of heaven and hell are relatively simple. Being that humans have come up with so many ideas of what the requirements are to get into heaven, God made the rules very basic. If a human follows the guidelines set by whoever their god is, he can bestow upon them the strength that they will need to get to heaven. However, if I am able to influence them otherwise, then they will be unable to accept that strength, and will be easily drawn to hell."
'That makes sense,' Isabella thinks to herself. Surely it would take great discipline to resist her home's brilliance.
"That being said, many humans have found themselves roaming my land. Too many people. And because the land does not welcome them, they are less than comfortable here," he continues. "And so to avoid disorder, I have created a place solely for humans; a place where they can suffer that will cause little to no distress to those who actually do belong on this land."
"And that place, I assume, lies behind this door?" she murmurs, looking through the designs in the gate to the eroding door. Is it possible that the vibration caused from the humans' screaming has caused this damage to the door? Or is it from over-usage?
Edward smiles crookedly, devilishly, as he replied, "You would be correct," and he pulls open the gate before twisting the knob of the door.
Before Isabella, from beneath the balcony, lies a scene that she could not have come up with in her wildest imagination.
Montsters. Flesh-less, skeletoned monsters everywhere, screaming and wailing as loud as they possibly can, scratching at the walls, pulling on their restraints, attempting to dig through the marble ground, burning. Each and every one of the once-human beings were terrifying; so much so that she takes a step back to bury her face in Edward's chest.
"Quiet!" his voice rings out in the room, and the sound decreases minimally. "I said quiet!"
Silence spreads the room like a disease, and when Isabella peeks out of the corner of her eye at the dungeon again, she's not sure that the silence makes it any better.
"Why are they so . . ." she is unable to finish her sentence.
"Hideous?" he finishes the question for her with a smirk, looking over the room, "They're not strong enough to bear the fire, so it eats their flesh."
She can't believe that their maker would create them to be so weak. 'I've been alive but for a few moments, yet I can handle much more than they,' she thinks. Did God make them so weak on purpose? Did he want them to suffer? Surely he could have made them strong enough to handle hell if he was aware that they was a high risk of them ending up here. This thought raises another question, "What is a human's purpose?"
"To make Car - God feel powerful," he answers quickly.
The noise is growing louder with the mention of the humans' supposed-to-be savior.
"And what is my purpose?"
"Ah, what a great question that is," Edward says with a crooked smile, turning and leading her out of the dungeons, and closing the doors behind them. "Let me take you somewhere more private before we have that conversation."
~ TDC ~
The room that they are in now is the only one she's seen all day that does not look like the other's. Instead of black marble and ash and darkness, this room contains diamonds and glass mirrors and brightness.
Whichever way Isabella turns, she can always see everything in the room. "What is this room?"
"This is your training room, Isabella; the room where you will learn your purpose. And today will be your first and most important lesson."
"And what lesson is that?"
"That if you do as I say you will be rewarded. And if you don't . . . you will be punished. So let's begin."
A/N: There's chapter two; so what did you think?
Are you excited to see how she learns her purpose, and what her purpose is?
Sage is working hard on a juicy lemon for you guys in the next chapter . . .
Pervs ;P
~ Harlow & Sage ~