Return of the Angels
He trudged out of the open area and into a decent cave. At first he thought it dismal and needed some kind of refurbishing to make it feel like home, but another thought neglected his first and thought it perfect. He couldn't see the back of the cave, even though the setting sun was looking inside of it. The darkness stretched and from deep within there appeared to be kind of low rumble, like a growl of some creature. He thought he wasn't alone and he narrowed his eyes into the darkness.
He ventured further inside, still seeing no wall, but he did start to go down. The cave had ended up slanted and was leading him further inside. What was he going to expect at the end of the dark tunnel? Perhaps something else that he might have come to share the same cave with! He stopped and glancing around him, nothing but darkness in his vision and he could scarcely see the walls on either side of him. The tunnel appeared to be narrowing as he walked deeper into the mountain. When it became so thin that he had to sidewalk to continue through, he began to think it was time to head back.
But he stopped when he saw a crack that had an unusual light coming from the other side. He drew closer, quite fascinated by this blue light and he squeezed himself out of the wall and into another vast open space. His eyes widened upon his discovery. The room was entirely blue with a lake running through, some spots of plantation that bore fruits and the sound of rushing water broke through his senses. At the very far back was a gushing waterfall. Its sound was loud and peaceful and that was when he begun to understand that the low rumble he heard topside was actually the waterfall beneath him.
Now this was the perfect spot to have as a home!
He walked across the distance to the running lake and as he knelt down, he looked over at the distance and discovered that there were many lakes, all connected to the waterfall. He glanced down at his reflection. The body he had snatched had been worthwhile. Black hair portrayed a handsome face with violet eyes. The dot and the seven on his cheek was quite unique, he wasn't sure what exactly it represented or what it even meant to have a tattoo or whatever the heck it was, but he knew he wouldn't be able to get rid of it.
A finger traced the pattern of the seven and he stopped and lingered on it a moment. He closed his eyes and smirked and allowed his arm to fall to his side. He scooped water into his hands and then threw and rubbed it on his temporary face. He repeated the action a few times and after he was done, he ran his arm across his forehead. The water was now disturbed and slowly and gently it returned to its still calmness. He fell back to land on his bottom, gazing endlessly at a tree near the waterfall. It looked to have a kind of shine to it and he suddenly laughed with his mind filled with memories.
Memories that only filled him with bile and hatred every time he remembered them!
He won't do anything to the tree; he had no reason to, although there was a feeling to be rid of it. But as he looked around the cave, he had a stronger feeling saying that everything was connected to that tree. Even the blue tinged walls! Now he really didn't want to destroy the beauty of his temporary home. That would have been wasteful. He closed his eyes and searched deep inside of him. He knew that within the body was the original soul that he had caged in order to control the body. But what was his name again?
He rattled his brain hard and remembered.
Oh, Raven…
He got no response so he decided to rattle the cage that imprisoned him.
What? The boy snapped. Someone woke up on the wrong side of the cage.
Let's have a little talk shall we?
How about get out of my body? Again his voice was coiled in anger like a snake preparing for attack.
How about… no? He toyed. Let's get one thing straight between us, I'm in charge, you're an onlooker. Hear the facts, get them and remember them, because I'm not saying them again.
I don't care about your stupid rules! He growled. Just release me!
Be careful with what you say. I can interpret that as a few things. Well two things actually. Releasing you as getting out of your body completely, which is so not happening, and the second is that I could kill you.
That's not releasing me!
Killing you is releasing you, if you think about it hard enough you'll be able to understand.
He heard him growl but nothing but silence greeted him. He could only take that as Raven complying, reluctantly of course.
Now then, you best spill everything you know.
You want lessons? Okay, here goes. A fork is for stabbing, a spoon is to scope and a knife is to cut.
He slapped Raven's forehead with his hand, thinking how incredibly stupid this body's soul is. The boy was out of his mind to be thinking of playing games with him now. But, he could definitely admire his courage for actually avoiding what he really wanted to talk about. Doesn't matter, sooner or later he will get all he wants, even if that means forcing it out of this boy's head. It would hurt like a bitch, but he never said he was kind or gentle from the start.
Stop abusing my body…
For now, it's mine!
I can feel everything you do to it you know!
Of course I know that! That's why I hit you, you moron.
Shut up!
Don't start your temper with me, Raven.
Then don't abuse my body!
I'll do what I want with your body, and that's a fact you can keep in mind as well. Raven growled at him. Now then, tell me of those called the Guardian Force.
They're a bunch of dickheads.
He laughed. I couldn't agree with you more. But do you know anything specific about them?
How the fuck should I know?
How were they created?
Like I'd be able to answer that! He scoffed.
You don't know or you won't tell?
I don't know!
Who's in charge?
Don't have a clue!
Anyone you know in there?
A few, old enemies…
Names, he commanded.
Van Flyheight… he growled from the command.
Who's that one?
He has a silver organoid named Zeke.
Any others…?
I don't care about the others.
All but that Celine girl, he said with a grin. Raven froze. What do you know about her?
Apart from that she saved my life from a thing in the desert? Nothing…
You sure…?
Yes…
I can feel you're hiding something from me, Raven.
I don't know anything of her…
Tell me what you do know of her.
She saved my life twice, she kills demons and she has a gold organoid…
Reminding you of someone is she?
No…
I can see it in your mind! Don't lie to me, boy!
Raven stubbornly went into silence.
What if she is this person she reminds you of? What then…?
She's nothing like her…
Okay, we'll leave that as that, since it's such a touchy topic.
Who are you?
Zariel, and trust me, my other possessions have never been able to understand me so neither will you.
Do you give them a chance to try?
Erm… nope! And I should… why?
You don't need anyone understanding you! You're just an asshole like every other.
With that Raven went into silence and Zariel was left with a raised eyebrow before he chuckled. He could find a lot of company with this stubborn one. They couldn't be any more alike. He opened his eyes and looked at the space he now occupied. Whereas Raven calls him an asshole, others call him a demon because of his actions. So what? He does what he does because he can. It's not exactly like he's ordered to do it; it's just all fun and games for him. But this time…? It's different, there was more to this than just fun and games. He may find everything funny, but he had a purpose behind staying in that prison, possessing this body and escaping.
But damn he shouldn't have done that to the girl. Now she might have figured him out and how he would react. She'd given him a good ass whooping when she finds him. But how the hell could have just possessed the boy like that just to do that to her? That was stupid, reckless and could have nearly cost his life. Well if it hadn't been for the well chosen body of course. For some reason, she refused hurting Raven's body and he wondered why. Could it be love between the two? No, Raven appears to like some other girl instead of this one. But how the hell could he not? Celine was damn right hot!
He shook his head. He should stop thinking that. That was going to earn him bad points. Normally, bad points were good points for him, so maybe his jumbo is all messed up. Nah! As if! There's no way that could happen to him, he knew that.
He looked around him, assessed the topside with his attuned hearing and then smiled in satisfaction. He assessed the ground he sat on and then he laid out on it. He supported his head on his arm as he lay on his side and he allowed rest to catch up to him after so many years of failing to get back on the physical existence.