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@holyson-isaac
Why art the shadows calling mine name?
~} Isaac {~
Local free spirit and jump-rope enthusiast, mine father is our towns priest! Mine mother used to tell me I had the bluest eyes, arenāt they fair? I wish to play jump rope with someoneā¦ wonāt thee?
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āAbaddon?.. may I please have control? Iām sure father would like to see me.ā
He doesnāt know how long itās been. Father must still be around, right?
- @holyson-isaac (back from the dead. Boo.)
Abaddon slinks back into his subconsciousness, locking eyes with Isaac.
"You do not have to worry about that, my friend. It would be best if you let me maintain control." His voice was calm and even.
In this mind space abaddon appeared the same as Isaac did, the only difference being their eyes.
āBut you said I could take my body back sometimes, Abby, I just want to hug fatherā¦ā
Heās still timid. He hasnāt been in control in a while, and heād become scared of Abaddon in that time- even just a bit angry.
āPlease, Abby, I wonāt be a bother. You-ā
He sighs.
āYou didnāt even keep your promise about letting me stay in my memories with mother and father. Iāve been here, doing nothing, for God knows how long. Itās the least you could do.ā
Abaddon breathed through Isaac's nose, his false care shifting to something more akin to annoyance.
"Well, Isaac. It is extremely difficult to conjure anything in your mind. It is much too weak."
He moved closer, circling Isaac slowly like a wolf circling his prey.
"If I were to let you have control who knows what would happen, you might try to shut me out. That would not end well for either of us."
Abaddon continued circling Isaac, extremely slowly. He was calculating, debating what to say next with great care.
"Do you know how long it has been?"
āI am not weak, Abaddon! Your magic is the weak thing here, not I! You are utterly foolish if you cannot see that your magic is what is faulty. Utterly foolish.ā
He backed away, putting his arms out to try and get him to stop. He looked terrified.
āNo- youāve kept me in the dark for so long, Abby!ā
He sniffles, wiping his eyes. He sits, curling up into a ball.
āWe were supposed to be friends.ā
Abaddon circles closer, tilting his head. He looked like a predator as he slowed down and leaned down to be at Isaac's level.
"My magic." He snapped, grabbing Isaac's chin and tilting it upwards, "Is not weak. I cannot summon anything in your mind without using your willpower."
He let go and let Isaac's chin drop.
"My friend, you are officially the oldest person alive, you know? you must be around 310 at this point."
He was quiet but he did have a sly smile across his face.
"I wanted to keep that fact from you to keep you calm but since you insisted.." he shakes his head, disappointed.
He bites Abaddons hand. āDo not tell me that I am wrong. You are powerless, are you not? How do you know Iām wrong?ā
He slinks away a couple of inches. He doesnāt want to be near Abaddon, not when heās grabbing him like that.
āWhat?- no, no that canāt- has it really been that long?ā
He skitters back, away from Abaddon. Heās crying now. He looks horrified.
āSo father isā¦ and you never told me? You havenāt even let me have five minutes at his grave! Abaddon, do you not have the decency to let a boy know such things?ā
"I did not tell you because I knew you would react this way. You forget, Isaac, I know you. I knew you would not want to know these things."
he sighed, shaking his head.
"You are just a boy. You have no will power, nor strength. Listen, I will make you forget all about this and you can go back to relaxing."
he gave Isaac a small smile, a stark difference from his glare just moments before.
āI have no desire to relax, abbadon, I desire to grieve my father! I cannot keep living whilst you parade around in my body!ā
He stands up, pushing his finger into Abbadons chest accusatorially. Heās so angry for something so small.
āWe have an eternity together, and yet you choose to hurt me again and again like this? Why do you torture me like this?ā
āAbaddon?.. may I please have control? Iām sure father would like to see me.ā
He doesnāt know how long itās been. Father must still be around, right?
- @holyson-isaac (back from the dead. Boo.)
Abaddon slinks back into his subconsciousness, locking eyes with Isaac.
"You do not have to worry about that, my friend. It would be best if you let me maintain control." His voice was calm and even.
In this mind space abaddon appeared the same as Isaac did, the only difference being their eyes.
āBut you said I could take my body back sometimes, Abby, I just want to hug fatherā¦ā
Heās still timid. He hasnāt been in control in a while, and heād become scared of Abaddon in that time- even just a bit angry.
āPlease, Abby, I wonāt be a bother. You-ā
He sighs.
āYou didnāt even keep your promise about letting me stay in my memories with mother and father. Iāve been here, doing nothing, for God knows how long. Itās the least you could do.ā
Abaddon breathed through Isaac's nose, his false care shifting to something more akin to annoyance.
"Well, Isaac. It is extremely difficult to conjure anything in your mind. It is much too weak."
He moved closer, circling Isaac slowly like a wolf circling his prey.
"If I were to let you have control who knows what would happen, you might try to shut me out. That would not end well for either of us."
Abaddon continued circling Isaac, extremely slowly. He was calculating, debating what to say next with great care.
"Do you know how long it has been?"
āI am not weak, Abaddon! Your magic is the weak thing here, not I! You are utterly foolish if you cannot see that your magic is what is faulty. Utterly foolish.ā
He backed away, putting his arms out to try and get him to stop. He looked terrified.
āNo- youāve kept me in the dark for so long, Abby!ā
He sniffles, wiping his eyes. He sits, curling up into a ball.
āWe were supposed to be friends.ā
Abaddon circles closer, tilting his head. He looked like a predator as he slowed down and leaned down to be at Isaac's level.
"My magic." He snapped, grabbing Isaac's chin and tilting it upwards, "Is not weak. I cannot summon anything in your mind without using your willpower."
He let go and let Isaac's chin drop.
"My friend, you are officially the oldest person alive, you know? you must be around 310 at this point."
He was quiet but he did have a sly smile across his face.
"I wanted to keep that fact from you to keep you calm but since you insisted.." he shakes his head, disappointed.
He bites Abaddons hand. āDo not tell me that I am wrong. You are powerless, are you not? How do you know Iām wrong?ā
He slinks away a couple of inches. He doesnāt want to be near Abaddon, not when heās grabbing him like that.
āWhat?- no, no that canāt- has it really been that long?ā
He skitters back, away from Abaddon. Heās crying now. He looks horrified.
āSo father isā¦ and you never told me? You havenāt even let me have five minutes at his grave! Abaddon, do you not have the decency to let a boy know such things?ā
āAbaddon?.. may I please have control? Iām sure father would like to see me.ā
He doesnāt know how long itās been. Father must still be around, right?
- @holyson-isaac (back from the dead. Boo.)
Abaddon slinks back into his subconsciousness, locking eyes with Isaac.
"You do not have to worry about that, my friend. It would be best if you let me maintain control." His voice was calm and even.
In this mind space abaddon appeared the same as Isaac did, the only difference being their eyes.
āBut you said I could take my body back sometimes, Abby, I just want to hug fatherā¦ā
Heās still timid. He hasnāt been in control in a while, and heād become scared of Abaddon in that time- even just a bit angry.
āPlease, Abby, I wonāt be a bother. You-ā
He sighs.
āYou didnāt even keep your promise about letting me stay in my memories with mother and father. Iāve been here, doing nothing, for God knows how long. Itās the least you could do.ā
Abaddon breathed through Isaac's nose, his false care shifting to something more akin to annoyance.
"Well, Isaac. It is extremely difficult to conjure anything in your mind. It is much too weak."
He moved closer, circling Isaac slowly like a wolf circling his prey.
"If I were to let you have control who knows what would happen, you might try to shut me out. That would not end well for either of us."
Abaddon continued circling Isaac, extremely slowly. He was calculating, debating what to say next with great care.
"Do you know how long it has been?"
āI am not weak, Abaddon! Your magic is the weak thing here, not I! You are utterly foolish if you cannot see that your magic is what is faulty. Utterly foolish.ā
He backed away, putting his arms out to try and get him to stop. He looked terrified.
āNo- youāve kept me in the dark for so long, Abby!ā
He sniffles, wiping his eyes. He sits, curling up into a ball.
āWe were supposed to be friends.ā
āAbaddon?.. may I please have control? Iām sure father would like to see me.ā
He doesnāt know how long itās been. Father must still be around, right?
- @holyson-isaac (back from the dead. Boo.)
Abaddon slinks back into his subconsciousness, locking eyes with Isaac.
"You do not have to worry about that, my friend. It would be best if you let me maintain control." His voice was calm and even.
In this mind space abaddon appeared the same as Isaac did, the only difference being their eyes.
āBut you said I could take my body back sometimes, Abby, I just want to hug fatherā¦ā
Heās still timid. He hasnāt been in control in a while, and heād become scared of Abaddon in that time- even just a bit angry.
āPlease, Abby, I wonāt be a bother. You-ā
He sighs.
āYou didnāt even keep your promise about letting me stay in my memories with mother and father. Iāve been here, doing nothing, for God knows how long. Itās the least you could do.ā
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Father?- Abaddon let me have control of my body for a little while, I thought I should say hello.
- @holyson-isaac
Oh, I- mine sweet son. I am sorry for the pain I must have caused thou for.. well.. I would not to speak of it. I am so glad to be able to see you 'i thy body
Iā¦ am truly sorry we canāt embrace the way we used to, father. Itās been so long since Iāve even seen you or even heard your voice-
Iāve missed you.
Hii we haven't talked in a while hru
Ooc btw
// Iām good! Very eepy
Dude Iām like.. I donāt know how to respond to our last RP and I feel really bad about it writing block hit me hard
- @holyson-isaac
AGH SORRY
im having finals soon so ive been studying for so long i just couldnt hop on
honestly i think its good to just.. like let it die. harsh wording but we should start a new rp because like i gen cannot figure out what to do and mesa confused lol
//at least Iām not the only one who was lost lmao!! My finals are tomorrow so Iāll be dying but next week is exam week of which I have none so Iāll be active :)
"Good Morrow, young one."
a quiet voice murmurs from the forest, two red eyes stare at the child.
"Art thou lonely?"
-@thisvesselrequiresfrootloops
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āGood morrow to you as well, kind sir.ā
He shrinks back a little, seemingly frightened by the presence, gripping onto his cross instinctively.
āI amā¦ but that is not a problem for you to fix, hm? Iām not scared of you.ā
"Oh but i'm in the business of fixing problems."
The creature had a smile in its voice.
The creature tossed a jump rope out of the shadows, it's rope was gold and the handles were ruby red. it shone in the sunlight, the threads looked like they were really a precious metal.
"Shall we play?" His voice grew more human, less deep. He sounded more like a child now.
āMy father says I shouldnāt play with strangersā¦ but who am I to deny such a kind fellow?ā
He smiles, still shifting the cross in his hands rather anxiously.
āI do have my own rope you know. I donāt like toā¦ flaunt the townsfolk. Why would I need to, after all, my father is rather importantā¦ although you probably knew that.ā
"Why wouldn't you flaunt? Do you not believe you are special? This rope is a gift, it only shows how kind you are. for entertaining someone like me well enough to earn such a gift."
he steps out of the shadows slightly, about as tall as Isaac, skinny and skeletal. he had jet black hair that fell just below his shoulders, he wore practically the same outfit as well.
"your father would want you to entertain a lost soul like me."
He stares at the rope, looking down to his own for a second, before taking the gift. His right hand twists at his cross and the beads on the string around it.
āā¦ a lost soul, hm? Who am I to deny such a kind soul who has lost his wayā¦ maybe I can even turn you in the right direction, through God almighty.ā
"It would be truly good of you to try." the boy smiled, "I've seen your father about town, perhaps if you turn me to the right he might respect you more."
The boy looked down, "Or perhaps not, he doesn't appear to be very interested in you."
He sighed, "my father was the same, he cast me out of our home so that I might live with my older siblings. they're very rude, but you don't seem to be as rude."
āMyā¦ my father adores meā¦ my fatherā¦ heās just a little busy with work. Thatāsā¦ thatās unrelated to how much he loves me. He sets aside time for me.ā
He keeps fidgeting with the cross, kicking a rock around with his foot idly.
āIā¦ Iāll play with you, I suppose. Youāre awfullyā¦ odd, though. Iāll probably fetch my fatherās bible after a small match. Is that okay with you?ā
"I did not.. mean to offend you, or anything. I simply meant that he could show how much he loved you. Do you not want that? I would." he shrugs his shoulders slightly.
"And I'm perfectly fine with you getting your father's bible, i'm sure he wouldn't mind if you borrowed it. However you should probably put your necklace to the side so you don't ruin it, your mother made it for you, yes?" he smiled, "mothers are the best, she would probably be disappointed if you chipped it or anything."
āI supposeā¦ my mother made it for my father, and he broke this oneā¦ I fixed it, thoughā¦ā he starts slipping it off, continuing. āI donāt want to have it broken again. Itās one of the last things I have from my mother.ā
He sets it down. āI also would prefer not being hit in the face by it. That wouldnāt be fun.ā
"I agree, it looks hard." he nods, the boy grabs one end of the rope.
"What do you want to do? I can teach you all kinds of tricks - I know most everything about this game." he twists the jump rope in an unthinking motion.
"Crisscross perhaps? Or I can get another rope and we can do a two wheel switch." he raises a brow.
āWell, I can crisscross, but Iāve never had another person to do a two wheel switch with.ā He looks up, fidgeting with the gems of the handles.
āIāve never really had friends. You probably knew that since you knew my father wasā¦ā he trails off, debating on something to say, before settling on a simple: āpromise to be my friend?ā
"Lucky I'm here, your new friend." he smiles a little too wide. "I promise to stay by your side, Isaac."
the boy holds his hand out, awaiting a shake. "It's a pleasure to meet you as well, my name is Abaddon."
He takes Abaddons hand gently, shaking it curtly. āMy name is Isaac. Iām very pleased to have a friend for once, Abaddon.ā
āā¦ isnāt that a name of a fallen angel from my fathers Bible?.. art thouā¦?ā
Abaddon pauses, eyeing isaac's hand resting in his. he could feel isaac tense with fear.
"I will not hurt you, Isaac. I promise. I am only this way because my father believed it was best for me, I am not like anything you've heard of, I promise. I am just a guard. It could be argued that I am not on the side of evil nor good. I am just.. Abaddon. your friend." he talked a little too quickly, he didn't seem to try to trick Isaac with his words but he did seem nervous that Isaac would deny him.
Isaacās eyes flick around, looking at the too-nice rope, to their intertwined hands, then to Abaddons face as if piecing a puzzle together. āWhy would anyoneās father name them after a demon?.. thatās what you are, isnāt it..?ā Isaac tries to pull his hand away as if heās been burned.
Abaddon let him pull his hand away but there was a stain on it, his palm was now red.
"I am not, I'm an angel! or.. I was an angel. Now i'm just.. Abaddon." He looked to Isaac, "We promised Isaac, we're friends now."
He picked up the golden rope, "You accepted my gifts, you accepted my company, and we shook on it. We're bonded now, Isaac." Abaddon handed the rope to Isaac.
"I'm sorry I made you take your cross of it's just that.. i can't play with you if you're wearing it. But please, just hear me out. Just for a minute, I'll explain everything." His eyes weren't the dark brown they were earlier, they were almost red.
He looks down to his palm and wails. Marked by a former angelā¦ thatās what he is, marked by a demon. He backs away, knees buckling from both standing the wrong way for too long and from the shock. He shakes his head repeatedly, slapping the rope away.
āNo- no no, nonononono you tricked me!- you used flattery and gifts and-ā he looks down to his palm again, fingers shaking. āWhat have you done to me-! Bonded?.. bondedā¦ what did you do?ā
Abaddon picks up the rope, frowning down at it. He sighed, "Isaac, I did not trick you, I never lied to you."
"Please, just listen to me." He gave the rope back to Isaac. "I can give you anything you'll ever want, you'll always have a friend, all you have to do is let me in. You'll never die, you would be able to make me leave at any time as well."
He looked sort of pathetic, a trick perhaps. He held out a couple more jump ropes, all made of gold and silver. he placed them in front of Isaac, he then made books out of his hands - some kind of devilish magic.
"I can give you anything, I can make your father pay attention to you, I can bring your mother back, I can make you the richest boy in the entire New World." He made bread out of his hands, it looked warm.
"Again, you can kick me out at any time but this form i'm in is only temporary, since we're bonded if you let me in we could be together for eternity." He handed the loaf of bread to Isaac.
āYou-ā¦ you can make mother come back?ā Isaac sniffles and wipes at his eyes. āWhat are you thenā¦ and why do you want in? Why me?- why not any other child in town? You never answered me- what did you do-?ā
Regardless, he gently takes the loaf to break a small piece off. āā¦ I donāt know why you want in so badly. What makes me so special? Iām not gullible, you know that. Iāve already figured you outā¦ but why me?ā
"You're the only one in this town I can... posses. You've suffered a loss, which left your soul vulnerable." He sits in front of Isaac. "Besides, I relate to you, and I want to be your friend."
The words Abaddon said were meant to be sweet, but he was so cold.
"I can give you anything, all I need is your word." he holds out his hand.
He inhales shakily, wiping away the last of his tears. His palm goes to touch the cross instinctively, but the mark Abaddon leftā¦ āow-!ā leaves him softly, hand jerking back because he has been burned, other hand going to rub it gently.
āYou said you could bring mother back? Do it. Please.ā He grabs both of Abaddons hands, holding them between his own. āYou can enter if you just bring her back.ā
Abaddon looks uncomfortable, "I may have been hasty to say such things.. If I bring her back she will not be her anymore. She will not be healed of her ailments or even from the decomposition which has already set in. She will be mad too, if I pluck her from her eternity." he shakes his head, "But I can let you speak to her, if you would like. I can open a portal briefly and let you communicate."
āLet me hug her. Please. Just once.ā He takes Abaddons hand and shakes it. āIā¦ I just want to hug her again. I donāt even need to talk to her, I just need to feel her again.ā
āFather will understand. I know he will. He has to. He wants her back as much as I do.ā
Abaddon looks nervous, regretful even. He regrets suggesting bringing her back, but he feels as though he may be able to swing this.
"Fine, but it'll be very brief. I can't keep it up for very long - something like this requires a lot of power." He sighs, picking up a stick and drawing in the sand. It appeared to be scribbles, formed into sigils and pentagrams, this was a bad idea.
The sand tore open and a room was there. Isaac's mother was rocking in a chair, knitting an absurdly long scarf. She looked over to Isaac with confusion.
The portal slammed shut.
Isaac tries to reach her again clawing at the sand like if he digs far enough down heāll end up back with her and sheāll hug him and everything will be okay because sheāll be okay. He cries when he realizes itās useless.
āNo- no, I didnāt get to talk to her- I didnāt get to-ā¦ let me see her again, please! You- you can take over, I just need to see her againā¦ please.ā He holds out the hand Abaddon marked. āCan you do something for me?.. when you take over, let me be with herā¦ or at least be able to be in my memories with her and father.ā
Abaddon jerks his hand back, "I- I can see what I can do."
"I'm sorry I just.. I told you I can't hold something like that for very long. But once we complete the bond I'll be much stronger, I promise." He hesitantly grabs Isaac's hand.
The hand burns Isaac's skin, but Abaddon's grip is tight.
"Repeat after me, 'Hoc pacto animas nostras coniungo, cor tuum obscurum in meum absorbeo.'"
He tries to pull his hand away, the burn catching him off guard. The more he pulls, the worse it seems to get. āNo- I change my mind- it hurts, stop it!ā He wriggles for a minute, pleading to be let go, before he gives up.
He catches his breath for a minute. āWill it stop if I repeat it?ā His hand is tense, fingers stretching as far as they can to get away from the pain.
Abaddon looks down, then back up - his eyes were red now. Their hands were smoking, Abaddon frowned.
"You must repeat after me child, once you do it will not hurt any longer." His voice was distorted.
āAlright- alrightā¦ā he chokes back the fear. His free hand wipes his eyes. When he repeats the words back he doesnāt sound sure, missing vowels here and there and adding syllables in wrong places. āHoc pacto animus nostras ā¦coningo, cor tuum obscurem in me-um absorbeo.ā
Heās shaking now. Everything about him is- hands, breaths, tearsā¦ all come out wobbly, weak, and wrong.
"close enough." Abaddon clears his throat, "nunc unum sumus."
Abaddon's hand dissapears, as does the boy who stood in front of Isaac. But there was something itching in the back of Isaac's brain, and Abaddon revealed himself for what he truly was in the back of Isaac's mind.
He hovered there for a while, before moving through Isaac's veins and into his hands, healing them. His true form was scary but he didn't seem to wish him any harm.
āIā¦ I feel better. Thank you.ā His hands twitch a little from the healing and Abaddons entrance, but nothing too severe. He seems to have a realization though, and his mood is broken.
āFather- father will kill me! I- Iām not supposed to talk to demons, not after mother-ā¦ā he looks to his home, seemingly seeing his father shift through the windows, and draws back. Heās awfully scared of his father.
no pressure but just making sure ur alive
sorry if you ahve a life and im just tweaking lol
-@thisvesselrequiresfrootloops
// I AM!!! Iāve just been in one HELL of a tech week and itās sucked
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āAre you still my friend, Abaddon?..ā
- @holyson-isaac (IM ALIVE!!!)
"We were never 'friends'.. Vessel"
āIā¦suppose not. I meanā¦ itās not like thatās what Iāve been calling you for the last century.ā
"I never once asked you to.."
āWeāve been in the same body for centuries and you have never considered us friends? Iām trulyā¦ impressed. I couldnāt stay cold to my captor for even that long.ā
"Wellllll... one of us is a demon and one of us is a human. Of course you wouldn't be able to, humans are always so driven to make friends... it's disgusting.."
āWell, thenā¦ whatās Esther to you, hm? You spend so much time together, I wouldnāt be surprised if Ms Freeling adopted you for Estherās convenience.ā
"Good Morrow, young one."
a quiet voice murmurs from the forest, two red eyes stare at the child.
"Art thou lonely?"
-@thisvesselrequiresfrootloops
((hi i'm Dene! I'm new here :)))
āGood morrow to you as well, kind sir.ā
He shrinks back a little, seemingly frightened by the presence, gripping onto his cross instinctively.
āI amā¦ but that is not a problem for you to fix, hm? Iām not scared of you.ā
"Oh but i'm in the business of fixing problems."
The creature had a smile in its voice.
The creature tossed a jump rope out of the shadows, it's rope was gold and the handles were ruby red. it shone in the sunlight, the threads looked like they were really a precious metal.
"Shall we play?" His voice grew more human, less deep. He sounded more like a child now.
āMy father says I shouldnāt play with strangersā¦ but who am I to deny such a kind fellow?ā
He smiles, still shifting the cross in his hands rather anxiously.
āI do have my own rope you know. I donāt like toā¦ flaunt the townsfolk. Why would I need to, after all, my father is rather importantā¦ although you probably knew that.ā
"Why wouldn't you flaunt? Do you not believe you are special? This rope is a gift, it only shows how kind you are. for entertaining someone like me well enough to earn such a gift."
he steps out of the shadows slightly, about as tall as Isaac, skinny and skeletal. he had jet black hair that fell just below his shoulders, he wore practically the same outfit as well.
"your father would want you to entertain a lost soul like me."
He stares at the rope, looking down to his own for a second, before taking the gift. His right hand twists at his cross and the beads on the string around it.
āā¦ a lost soul, hm? Who am I to deny such a kind soul who has lost his wayā¦ maybe I can even turn you in the right direction, through God almighty.ā
"It would be truly good of you to try." the boy smiled, "I've seen your father about town, perhaps if you turn me to the right he might respect you more."
The boy looked down, "Or perhaps not, he doesn't appear to be very interested in you."
He sighed, "my father was the same, he cast me out of our home so that I might live with my older siblings. they're very rude, but you don't seem to be as rude."
āMyā¦ my father adores meā¦ my fatherā¦ heās just a little busy with work. Thatāsā¦ thatās unrelated to how much he loves me. He sets aside time for me.ā
He keeps fidgeting with the cross, kicking a rock around with his foot idly.
āIā¦ Iāll play with you, I suppose. Youāre awfullyā¦ odd, though. Iāll probably fetch my fatherās bible after a small match. Is that okay with you?ā
"I did not.. mean to offend you, or anything. I simply meant that he could show how much he loved you. Do you not want that? I would." he shrugs his shoulders slightly.
"And I'm perfectly fine with you getting your father's bible, i'm sure he wouldn't mind if you borrowed it. However you should probably put your necklace to the side so you don't ruin it, your mother made it for you, yes?" he smiled, "mothers are the best, she would probably be disappointed if you chipped it or anything."
āI supposeā¦ my mother made it for my father, and he broke this oneā¦ I fixed it, thoughā¦ā he starts slipping it off, continuing. āI donāt want to have it broken again. Itās one of the last things I have from my mother.ā
He sets it down. āI also would prefer not being hit in the face by it. That wouldnāt be fun.ā
"I agree, it looks hard." he nods, the boy grabs one end of the rope.
"What do you want to do? I can teach you all kinds of tricks - I know most everything about this game." he twists the jump rope in an unthinking motion.
"Crisscross perhaps? Or I can get another rope and we can do a two wheel switch." he raises a brow.
āWell, I can crisscross, but Iāve never had another person to do a two wheel switch with.ā He looks up, fidgeting with the gems of the handles.
āIāve never really had friends. You probably knew that since you knew my father wasā¦ā he trails off, debating on something to say, before settling on a simple: āpromise to be my friend?ā
"Lucky I'm here, your new friend." he smiles a little too wide. "I promise to stay by your side, Isaac."
the boy holds his hand out, awaiting a shake. "It's a pleasure to meet you as well, my name is Abaddon."
He takes Abaddons hand gently, shaking it curtly. āMy name is Isaac. Iām very pleased to have a friend for once, Abaddon.ā
āā¦ isnāt that a name of a fallen angel from my fathers Bible?.. art thouā¦?ā
Abaddon pauses, eyeing isaac's hand resting in his. he could feel isaac tense with fear.
"I will not hurt you, Isaac. I promise. I am only this way because my father believed it was best for me, I am not like anything you've heard of, I promise. I am just a guard. It could be argued that I am not on the side of evil nor good. I am just.. Abaddon. your friend." he talked a little too quickly, he didn't seem to try to trick Isaac with his words but he did seem nervous that Isaac would deny him.
Isaacās eyes flick around, looking at the too-nice rope, to their intertwined hands, then to Abaddons face as if piecing a puzzle together. āWhy would anyoneās father name them after a demon?.. thatās what you are, isnāt it..?ā Isaac tries to pull his hand away as if heās been burned.
Abaddon let him pull his hand away but there was a stain on it, his palm was now red.
"I am not, I'm an angel! or.. I was an angel. Now i'm just.. Abaddon." He looked to Isaac, "We promised Isaac, we're friends now."
He picked up the golden rope, "You accepted my gifts, you accepted my company, and we shook on it. We're bonded now, Isaac." Abaddon handed the rope to Isaac.
"I'm sorry I made you take your cross of it's just that.. i can't play with you if you're wearing it. But please, just hear me out. Just for a minute, I'll explain everything." His eyes weren't the dark brown they were earlier, they were almost red.
He looks down to his palm and wails. Marked by a former angelā¦ thatās what he is, marked by a demon. He backs away, knees buckling from both standing the wrong way for too long and from the shock. He shakes his head repeatedly, slapping the rope away.
āNo- no no, nonononono you tricked me!- you used flattery and gifts and-ā he looks down to his palm again, fingers shaking. āWhat have you done to me-! Bonded?.. bondedā¦ what did you do?ā
Abaddon picks up the rope, frowning down at it. He sighed, "Isaac, I did not trick you, I never lied to you."
"Please, just listen to me." He gave the rope back to Isaac. "I can give you anything you'll ever want, you'll always have a friend, all you have to do is let me in. You'll never die, you would be able to make me leave at any time as well."
He looked sort of pathetic, a trick perhaps. He held out a couple more jump ropes, all made of gold and silver. he placed them in front of Isaac, he then made books out of his hands - some kind of devilish magic.
"I can give you anything, I can make your father pay attention to you, I can bring your mother back, I can make you the richest boy in the entire New World." He made bread out of his hands, it looked warm.
"Again, you can kick me out at any time but this form i'm in is only temporary, since we're bonded if you let me in we could be together for eternity." He handed the loaf of bread to Isaac.
āYou-ā¦ you can make mother come back?ā Isaac sniffles and wipes at his eyes. āWhat are you thenā¦ and why do you want in? Why me?- why not any other child in town? You never answered me- what did you do-?ā
Regardless, he gently takes the loaf to break a small piece off. āā¦ I donāt know why you want in so badly. What makes me so special? Iām not gullible, you know that. Iāve already figured you outā¦ but why me?ā
"You're the only one in this town I can... posses. You've suffered a loss, which left your soul vulnerable." He sits in front of Isaac. "Besides, I relate to you, and I want to be your friend."
The words Abaddon said were meant to be sweet, but he was so cold.
"I can give you anything, all I need is your word." he holds out his hand.
He inhales shakily, wiping away the last of his tears. His palm goes to touch the cross instinctively, but the mark Abaddon leftā¦ āow-!ā leaves him softly, hand jerking back because he has been burned, other hand going to rub it gently.
āYou said you could bring mother back? Do it. Please.ā He grabs both of Abaddons hands, holding them between his own. āYou can enter if you just bring her back.ā
Abaddon looks uncomfortable, "I may have been hasty to say such things.. If I bring her back she will not be her anymore. She will not be healed of her ailments or even from the decomposition which has already set in. She will be mad too, if I pluck her from her eternity." he shakes his head, "But I can let you speak to her, if you would like. I can open a portal briefly and let you communicate."
āLet me hug her. Please. Just once.ā He takes Abaddons hand and shakes it. āIā¦ I just want to hug her again. I donāt even need to talk to her, I just need to feel her again.ā
āFather will understand. I know he will. He has to. He wants her back as much as I do.ā
Abaddon looks nervous, regretful even. He regrets suggesting bringing her back, but he feels as though he may be able to swing this.
"Fine, but it'll be very brief. I can't keep it up for very long - something like this requires a lot of power." He sighs, picking up a stick and drawing in the sand. It appeared to be scribbles, formed into sigils and pentagrams, this was a bad idea.
The sand tore open and a room was there. Isaac's mother was rocking in a chair, knitting an absurdly long scarf. She looked over to Isaac with confusion.
The portal slammed shut.
Isaac tries to reach her again clawing at the sand like if he digs far enough down heāll end up back with her and sheāll hug him and everything will be okay because sheāll be okay. He cries when he realizes itās useless.
āNo- no, I didnāt get to talk to her- I didnāt get to-ā¦ let me see her again, please! You- you can take over, I just need to see her againā¦ please.ā He holds out the hand Abaddon marked. āCan you do something for me?.. when you take over, let me be with herā¦ or at least be able to be in my memories with her and father.ā
Abaddon jerks his hand back, "I- I can see what I can do."
"I'm sorry I just.. I told you I can't hold something like that for very long. But once we complete the bond I'll be much stronger, I promise." He hesitantly grabs Isaac's hand.
The hand burns Isaac's skin, but Abaddon's grip is tight.
"Repeat after me, 'Hoc pacto animas nostras coniungo, cor tuum obscurum in meum absorbeo.'"
He tries to pull his hand away, the burn catching him off guard. The more he pulls, the worse it seems to get. āNo- I change my mind- it hurts, stop it!ā He wriggles for a minute, pleading to be let go, before he gives up.
He catches his breath for a minute. āWill it stop if I repeat it?ā His hand is tense, fingers stretching as far as they can to get away from the pain.
Abaddon looks down, then back up - his eyes were red now. Their hands were smoking, Abaddon frowned.
"You must repeat after me child, once you do it will not hurt any longer." His voice was distorted.
āAlright- alrightā¦ā he chokes back the fear. His free hand wipes his eyes. When he repeats the words back he doesnāt sound sure, missing vowels here and there and adding syllables in wrong places. āHoc pacto animus nostras ā¦coningo, cor tuum obscurem in me-um absorbeo.ā
Heās shaking now. Everything about him is- hands, breaths, tearsā¦ all come out wobbly, weak, and wrong.
āAre you still my friend, Abaddon?..ā
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"We were never 'friends'.. Vessel"
āIā¦suppose not. I meanā¦ itās not like thatās what Iāve been calling you for the last century.ā
"I never once asked you to.."
āWeāve been in the same body for centuries and you have never considered us friends? Iām trulyā¦ impressed. I couldnāt stay cold to my captor for even that long.ā
"Good Morrow, young one."
a quiet voice murmurs from the forest, two red eyes stare at the child.
"Art thou lonely?"
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āGood morrow to you as well, kind sir.ā
He shrinks back a little, seemingly frightened by the presence, gripping onto his cross instinctively.
āI amā¦ but that is not a problem for you to fix, hm? Iām not scared of you.ā
"Oh but i'm in the business of fixing problems."
The creature had a smile in its voice.
The creature tossed a jump rope out of the shadows, it's rope was gold and the handles were ruby red. it shone in the sunlight, the threads looked like they were really a precious metal.
"Shall we play?" His voice grew more human, less deep. He sounded more like a child now.
āMy father says I shouldnāt play with strangersā¦ but who am I to deny such a kind fellow?ā
He smiles, still shifting the cross in his hands rather anxiously.
āI do have my own rope you know. I donāt like toā¦ flaunt the townsfolk. Why would I need to, after all, my father is rather importantā¦ although you probably knew that.ā
"Why wouldn't you flaunt? Do you not believe you are special? This rope is a gift, it only shows how kind you are. for entertaining someone like me well enough to earn such a gift."
he steps out of the shadows slightly, about as tall as Isaac, skinny and skeletal. he had jet black hair that fell just below his shoulders, he wore practically the same outfit as well.
"your father would want you to entertain a lost soul like me."
He stares at the rope, looking down to his own for a second, before taking the gift. His right hand twists at his cross and the beads on the string around it.
āā¦ a lost soul, hm? Who am I to deny such a kind soul who has lost his wayā¦ maybe I can even turn you in the right direction, through God almighty.ā
"It would be truly good of you to try." the boy smiled, "I've seen your father about town, perhaps if you turn me to the right he might respect you more."
The boy looked down, "Or perhaps not, he doesn't appear to be very interested in you."
He sighed, "my father was the same, he cast me out of our home so that I might live with my older siblings. they're very rude, but you don't seem to be as rude."
āMyā¦ my father adores meā¦ my fatherā¦ heās just a little busy with work. Thatāsā¦ thatās unrelated to how much he loves me. He sets aside time for me.ā
He keeps fidgeting with the cross, kicking a rock around with his foot idly.
āIā¦ Iāll play with you, I suppose. Youāre awfullyā¦ odd, though. Iāll probably fetch my fatherās bible after a small match. Is that okay with you?ā
"I did not.. mean to offend you, or anything. I simply meant that he could show how much he loved you. Do you not want that? I would." he shrugs his shoulders slightly.
"And I'm perfectly fine with you getting your father's bible, i'm sure he wouldn't mind if you borrowed it. However you should probably put your necklace to the side so you don't ruin it, your mother made it for you, yes?" he smiled, "mothers are the best, she would probably be disappointed if you chipped it or anything."
āI supposeā¦ my mother made it for my father, and he broke this oneā¦ I fixed it, thoughā¦ā he starts slipping it off, continuing. āI donāt want to have it broken again. Itās one of the last things I have from my mother.ā
He sets it down. āI also would prefer not being hit in the face by it. That wouldnāt be fun.ā
"I agree, it looks hard." he nods, the boy grabs one end of the rope.
"What do you want to do? I can teach you all kinds of tricks - I know most everything about this game." he twists the jump rope in an unthinking motion.
"Crisscross perhaps? Or I can get another rope and we can do a two wheel switch." he raises a brow.
āWell, I can crisscross, but Iāve never had another person to do a two wheel switch with.ā He looks up, fidgeting with the gems of the handles.
āIāve never really had friends. You probably knew that since you knew my father wasā¦ā he trails off, debating on something to say, before settling on a simple: āpromise to be my friend?ā
"Lucky I'm here, your new friend." he smiles a little too wide. "I promise to stay by your side, Isaac."
the boy holds his hand out, awaiting a shake. "It's a pleasure to meet you as well, my name is Abaddon."
He takes Abaddons hand gently, shaking it curtly. āMy name is Isaac. Iām very pleased to have a friend for once, Abaddon.ā
āā¦ isnāt that a name of a fallen angel from my fathers Bible?.. art thouā¦?ā
Abaddon pauses, eyeing isaac's hand resting in his. he could feel isaac tense with fear.
"I will not hurt you, Isaac. I promise. I am only this way because my father believed it was best for me, I am not like anything you've heard of, I promise. I am just a guard. It could be argued that I am not on the side of evil nor good. I am just.. Abaddon. your friend." he talked a little too quickly, he didn't seem to try to trick Isaac with his words but he did seem nervous that Isaac would deny him.
Isaacās eyes flick around, looking at the too-nice rope, to their intertwined hands, then to Abaddons face as if piecing a puzzle together. āWhy would anyoneās father name them after a demon?.. thatās what you are, isnāt it..?ā Isaac tries to pull his hand away as if heās been burned.
Abaddon let him pull his hand away but there was a stain on it, his palm was now red.
"I am not, I'm an angel! or.. I was an angel. Now i'm just.. Abaddon." He looked to Isaac, "We promised Isaac, we're friends now."
He picked up the golden rope, "You accepted my gifts, you accepted my company, and we shook on it. We're bonded now, Isaac." Abaddon handed the rope to Isaac.
"I'm sorry I made you take your cross of it's just that.. i can't play with you if you're wearing it. But please, just hear me out. Just for a minute, I'll explain everything." His eyes weren't the dark brown they were earlier, they were almost red.
He looks down to his palm and wails. Marked by a former angelā¦ thatās what he is, marked by a demon. He backs away, knees buckling from both standing the wrong way for too long and from the shock. He shakes his head repeatedly, slapping the rope away.
āNo- no no, nonononono you tricked me!- you used flattery and gifts and-ā he looks down to his palm again, fingers shaking. āWhat have you done to me-! Bonded?.. bondedā¦ what did you do?ā
Abaddon picks up the rope, frowning down at it. He sighed, "Isaac, I did not trick you, I never lied to you."
"Please, just listen to me." He gave the rope back to Isaac. "I can give you anything you'll ever want, you'll always have a friend, all you have to do is let me in. You'll never die, you would be able to make me leave at any time as well."
He looked sort of pathetic, a trick perhaps. He held out a couple more jump ropes, all made of gold and silver. he placed them in front of Isaac, he then made books out of his hands - some kind of devilish magic.
"I can give you anything, I can make your father pay attention to you, I can bring your mother back, I can make you the richest boy in the entire New World." He made bread out of his hands, it looked warm.
"Again, you can kick me out at any time but this form i'm in is only temporary, since we're bonded if you let me in we could be together for eternity." He handed the loaf of bread to Isaac.
āYou-ā¦ you can make mother come back?ā Isaac sniffles and wipes at his eyes. āWhat are you thenā¦ and why do you want in? Why me?- why not any other child in town? You never answered me- what did you do-?ā
Regardless, he gently takes the loaf to break a small piece off. āā¦ I donāt know why you want in so badly. What makes me so special? Iām not gullible, you know that. Iāve already figured you outā¦ but why me?ā
"You're the only one in this town I can... posses. You've suffered a loss, which left your soul vulnerable." He sits in front of Isaac. "Besides, I relate to you, and I want to be your friend."
The words Abaddon said were meant to be sweet, but he was so cold.
"I can give you anything, all I need is your word." he holds out his hand.
He inhales shakily, wiping away the last of his tears. His palm goes to touch the cross instinctively, but the mark Abaddon leftā¦ āow-!ā leaves him softly, hand jerking back because he has been burned, other hand going to rub it gently.
āYou said you could bring mother back? Do it. Please.ā He grabs both of Abaddons hands, holding them between his own. āYou can enter if you just bring her back.ā
Abaddon looks uncomfortable, "I may have been hasty to say such things.. If I bring her back she will not be her anymore. She will not be healed of her ailments or even from the decomposition which has already set in. She will be mad too, if I pluck her from her eternity." he shakes his head, "But I can let you speak to her, if you would like. I can open a portal briefly and let you communicate."
āLet me hug her. Please. Just once.ā He takes Abaddons hand and shakes it. āIā¦ I just want to hug her again. I donāt even need to talk to her, I just need to feel her again.ā
āFather will understand. I know he will. He has to. He wants her back as much as I do.ā
Abaddon looks nervous, regretful even. He regrets suggesting bringing her back, but he feels as though he may be able to swing this.
"Fine, but it'll be very brief. I can't keep it up for very long - something like this requires a lot of power." He sighs, picking up a stick and drawing in the sand. It appeared to be scribbles, formed into sigils and pentagrams, this was a bad idea.
The sand tore open and a room was there. Isaac's mother was rocking in a chair, knitting an absurdly long scarf. She looked over to Isaac with confusion.
The portal slammed shut.
Isaac tries to reach her again clawing at the sand like if he digs far enough down heāll end up back with her and sheāll hug him and everything will be okay because sheāll be okay. He cries when he realizes itās useless.
āNo- no, I didnāt get to talk to her- I didnāt get to-ā¦ let me see her again, please! You- you can take over, I just need to see her againā¦ please.ā He holds out the hand Abaddon marked. āCan you do something for me?.. when you take over, let me be with herā¦ or at least be able to be in my memories with her and father.ā
Abaddon jerks his hand back, "I- I can see what I can do."
"I'm sorry I just.. I told you I can't hold something like that for very long. But once we complete the bond I'll be much stronger, I promise." He hesitantly grabs Isaac's hand.
The hand burns Isaac's skin, but Abaddon's grip is tight.
"Repeat after me, 'Hoc pacto animas nostras coniungo, cor tuum obscurum in meum absorbeo.'"
He tries to pull his hand away, the burn catching him off guard. The more he pulls, the worse it seems to get. āNo- I change my mind- it hurts, stop it!ā He wriggles for a minute, pleading to be let go, before he gives up.
He catches his breath for a minute. āWill it stop if I repeat it?ā His hand is tense, fingers stretching as far as they can to get away from the pain.
āAre you still my friend, Abaddon?..ā
- @holyson-isaac (IM ALIVE!!!)
"We were never 'friends'.. Vessel"
āIā¦suppose not. I meanā¦ itās not like thatās what Iāve been calling you for the last century.ā
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"Good Morrow, young one."
a quiet voice murmurs from the forest, two red eyes stare at the child.
"Art thou lonely?"
-@thisvesselrequiresfrootloops
((hi i'm Dene! I'm new here :)))
āGood morrow to you as well, kind sir.ā
He shrinks back a little, seemingly frightened by the presence, gripping onto his cross instinctively.
āI amā¦ but that is not a problem for you to fix, hm? Iām not scared of you.ā
"Oh but i'm in the business of fixing problems."
The creature had a smile in its voice.
The creature tossed a jump rope out of the shadows, it's rope was gold and the handles were ruby red. it shone in the sunlight, the threads looked like they were really a precious metal.
"Shall we play?" His voice grew more human, less deep. He sounded more like a child now.
āMy father says I shouldnāt play with strangersā¦ but who am I to deny such a kind fellow?ā
He smiles, still shifting the cross in his hands rather anxiously.
āI do have my own rope you know. I donāt like toā¦ flaunt the townsfolk. Why would I need to, after all, my father is rather importantā¦ although you probably knew that.ā
"Why wouldn't you flaunt? Do you not believe you are special? This rope is a gift, it only shows how kind you are. for entertaining someone like me well enough to earn such a gift."
he steps out of the shadows slightly, about as tall as Isaac, skinny and skeletal. he had jet black hair that fell just below his shoulders, he wore practically the same outfit as well.
"your father would want you to entertain a lost soul like me."
He stares at the rope, looking down to his own for a second, before taking the gift. His right hand twists at his cross and the beads on the string around it.
āā¦ a lost soul, hm? Who am I to deny such a kind soul who has lost his wayā¦ maybe I can even turn you in the right direction, through God almighty.ā
"It would be truly good of you to try." the boy smiled, "I've seen your father about town, perhaps if you turn me to the right he might respect you more."
The boy looked down, "Or perhaps not, he doesn't appear to be very interested in you."
He sighed, "my father was the same, he cast me out of our home so that I might live with my older siblings. they're very rude, but you don't seem to be as rude."
āMyā¦ my father adores meā¦ my fatherā¦ heās just a little busy with work. Thatāsā¦ thatās unrelated to how much he loves me. He sets aside time for me.ā
He keeps fidgeting with the cross, kicking a rock around with his foot idly.
āIā¦ Iāll play with you, I suppose. Youāre awfullyā¦ odd, though. Iāll probably fetch my fatherās bible after a small match. Is that okay with you?ā
"I did not.. mean to offend you, or anything. I simply meant that he could show how much he loved you. Do you not want that? I would." he shrugs his shoulders slightly.
"And I'm perfectly fine with you getting your father's bible, i'm sure he wouldn't mind if you borrowed it. However you should probably put your necklace to the side so you don't ruin it, your mother made it for you, yes?" he smiled, "mothers are the best, she would probably be disappointed if you chipped it or anything."
āI supposeā¦ my mother made it for my father, and he broke this oneā¦ I fixed it, thoughā¦ā he starts slipping it off, continuing. āI donāt want to have it broken again. Itās one of the last things I have from my mother.ā
He sets it down. āI also would prefer not being hit in the face by it. That wouldnāt be fun.ā
"I agree, it looks hard." he nods, the boy grabs one end of the rope.
"What do you want to do? I can teach you all kinds of tricks - I know most everything about this game." he twists the jump rope in an unthinking motion.
"Crisscross perhaps? Or I can get another rope and we can do a two wheel switch." he raises a brow.
āWell, I can crisscross, but Iāve never had another person to do a two wheel switch with.ā He looks up, fidgeting with the gems of the handles.
āIāve never really had friends. You probably knew that since you knew my father wasā¦ā he trails off, debating on something to say, before settling on a simple: āpromise to be my friend?ā
"Lucky I'm here, your new friend." he smiles a little too wide. "I promise to stay by your side, Isaac."
the boy holds his hand out, awaiting a shake. "It's a pleasure to meet you as well, my name is Abaddon."
He takes Abaddons hand gently, shaking it curtly. āMy name is Isaac. Iām very pleased to have a friend for once, Abaddon.ā
āā¦ isnāt that a name of a fallen angel from my fathers Bible?.. art thouā¦?ā
Abaddon pauses, eyeing isaac's hand resting in his. he could feel isaac tense with fear.
"I will not hurt you, Isaac. I promise. I am only this way because my father believed it was best for me, I am not like anything you've heard of, I promise. I am just a guard. It could be argued that I am not on the side of evil nor good. I am just.. Abaddon. your friend." he talked a little too quickly, he didn't seem to try to trick Isaac with his words but he did seem nervous that Isaac would deny him.
Isaacās eyes flick around, looking at the too-nice rope, to their intertwined hands, then to Abaddons face as if piecing a puzzle together. āWhy would anyoneās father name them after a demon?.. thatās what you are, isnāt it..?ā Isaac tries to pull his hand away as if heās been burned.
Abaddon let him pull his hand away but there was a stain on it, his palm was now red.
"I am not, I'm an angel! or.. I was an angel. Now i'm just.. Abaddon." He looked to Isaac, "We promised Isaac, we're friends now."
He picked up the golden rope, "You accepted my gifts, you accepted my company, and we shook on it. We're bonded now, Isaac." Abaddon handed the rope to Isaac.
"I'm sorry I made you take your cross of it's just that.. i can't play with you if you're wearing it. But please, just hear me out. Just for a minute, I'll explain everything." His eyes weren't the dark brown they were earlier, they were almost red.
He looks down to his palm and wails. Marked by a former angelā¦ thatās what he is, marked by a demon. He backs away, knees buckling from both standing the wrong way for too long and from the shock. He shakes his head repeatedly, slapping the rope away.
āNo- no no, nonononono you tricked me!- you used flattery and gifts and-ā he looks down to his palm again, fingers shaking. āWhat have you done to me-! Bonded?.. bondedā¦ what did you do?ā
Abaddon picks up the rope, frowning down at it. He sighed, "Isaac, I did not trick you, I never lied to you."
"Please, just listen to me." He gave the rope back to Isaac. "I can give you anything you'll ever want, you'll always have a friend, all you have to do is let me in. You'll never die, you would be able to make me leave at any time as well."
He looked sort of pathetic, a trick perhaps. He held out a couple more jump ropes, all made of gold and silver. he placed them in front of Isaac, he then made books out of his hands - some kind of devilish magic.
"I can give you anything, I can make your father pay attention to you, I can bring your mother back, I can make you the richest boy in the entire New World." He made bread out of his hands, it looked warm.
"Again, you can kick me out at any time but this form i'm in is only temporary, since we're bonded if you let me in we could be together for eternity." He handed the loaf of bread to Isaac.
āYou-ā¦ you can make mother come back?ā Isaac sniffles and wipes at his eyes. āWhat are you thenā¦ and why do you want in? Why me?- why not any other child in town? You never answered me- what did you do-?ā
Regardless, he gently takes the loaf to break a small piece off. āā¦ I donāt know why you want in so badly. What makes me so special? Iām not gullible, you know that. Iāve already figured you outā¦ but why me?ā
"You're the only one in this town I can... posses. You've suffered a loss, which left your soul vulnerable." He sits in front of Isaac. "Besides, I relate to you, and I want to be your friend."
The words Abaddon said were meant to be sweet, but he was so cold.
"I can give you anything, all I need is your word." he holds out his hand.
He inhales shakily, wiping away the last of his tears. His palm goes to touch the cross instinctively, but the mark Abaddon leftā¦ āow-!ā leaves him softly, hand jerking back because he has been burned, other hand going to rub it gently.
āYou said you could bring mother back? Do it. Please.ā He grabs both of Abaddons hands, holding them between his own. āYou can enter if you just bring her back.ā
Abaddon looks uncomfortable, "I may have been hasty to say such things.. If I bring her back she will not be her anymore. She will not be healed of her ailments or even from the decomposition which has already set in. She will be mad too, if I pluck her from her eternity." he shakes his head, "But I can let you speak to her, if you would like. I can open a portal briefly and let you communicate."
āLet me hug her. Please. Just once.ā He takes Abaddons hand and shakes it. āIā¦ I just want to hug her again. I donāt even need to talk to her, I just need to feel her again.ā
āFather will understand. I know he will. He has to. He wants her back as much as I do.ā
Abaddon looks nervous, regretful even. He regrets suggesting bringing her back, but he feels as though he may be able to swing this.
"Fine, but it'll be very brief. I can't keep it up for very long - something like this requires a lot of power." He sighs, picking up a stick and drawing in the sand. It appeared to be scribbles, formed into sigils and pentagrams, this was a bad idea.
The sand tore open and a room was there. Isaac's mother was rocking in a chair, knitting an absurdly long scarf. She looked over to Isaac with confusion.
The portal slammed shut.
Isaac tries to reach her again clawing at the sand like if he digs far enough down heāll end up back with her and sheāll hug him and everything will be okay because sheāll be okay. He cries when he realizes itās useless.
āNo- no, I didnāt get to talk to her- I didnāt get to-ā¦ let me see her again, please! You- you can take over, I just need to see her againā¦ please.ā He holds out the hand Abaddon marked. āCan you do something for me?.. when you take over, let me be with herā¦ or at least be able to be in my memories with her and father.ā
"Good Morrow, young one."
a quiet voice murmurs from the forest, two red eyes stare at the child.
"Art thou lonely?"
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āGood morrow to you as well, kind sir.ā
He shrinks back a little, seemingly frightened by the presence, gripping onto his cross instinctively.
āI amā¦ but that is not a problem for you to fix, hm? Iām not scared of you.ā
"Oh but i'm in the business of fixing problems."
The creature had a smile in its voice.
The creature tossed a jump rope out of the shadows, it's rope was gold and the handles were ruby red. it shone in the sunlight, the threads looked like they were really a precious metal.
"Shall we play?" His voice grew more human, less deep. He sounded more like a child now.
āMy father says I shouldnāt play with strangersā¦ but who am I to deny such a kind fellow?ā
He smiles, still shifting the cross in his hands rather anxiously.
āI do have my own rope you know. I donāt like toā¦ flaunt the townsfolk. Why would I need to, after all, my father is rather importantā¦ although you probably knew that.ā
"Why wouldn't you flaunt? Do you not believe you are special? This rope is a gift, it only shows how kind you are. for entertaining someone like me well enough to earn such a gift."
he steps out of the shadows slightly, about as tall as Isaac, skinny and skeletal. he had jet black hair that fell just below his shoulders, he wore practically the same outfit as well.
"your father would want you to entertain a lost soul like me."
He stares at the rope, looking down to his own for a second, before taking the gift. His right hand twists at his cross and the beads on the string around it.
āā¦ a lost soul, hm? Who am I to deny such a kind soul who has lost his wayā¦ maybe I can even turn you in the right direction, through God almighty.ā
"It would be truly good of you to try." the boy smiled, "I've seen your father about town, perhaps if you turn me to the right he might respect you more."
The boy looked down, "Or perhaps not, he doesn't appear to be very interested in you."
He sighed, "my father was the same, he cast me out of our home so that I might live with my older siblings. they're very rude, but you don't seem to be as rude."
āMyā¦ my father adores meā¦ my fatherā¦ heās just a little busy with work. Thatāsā¦ thatās unrelated to how much he loves me. He sets aside time for me.ā
He keeps fidgeting with the cross, kicking a rock around with his foot idly.
āIā¦ Iāll play with you, I suppose. Youāre awfullyā¦ odd, though. Iāll probably fetch my fatherās bible after a small match. Is that okay with you?ā
"I did not.. mean to offend you, or anything. I simply meant that he could show how much he loved you. Do you not want that? I would." he shrugs his shoulders slightly.
"And I'm perfectly fine with you getting your father's bible, i'm sure he wouldn't mind if you borrowed it. However you should probably put your necklace to the side so you don't ruin it, your mother made it for you, yes?" he smiled, "mothers are the best, she would probably be disappointed if you chipped it or anything."
āI supposeā¦ my mother made it for my father, and he broke this oneā¦ I fixed it, thoughā¦ā he starts slipping it off, continuing. āI donāt want to have it broken again. Itās one of the last things I have from my mother.ā
He sets it down. āI also would prefer not being hit in the face by it. That wouldnāt be fun.ā
"I agree, it looks hard." he nods, the boy grabs one end of the rope.
"What do you want to do? I can teach you all kinds of tricks - I know most everything about this game." he twists the jump rope in an unthinking motion.
"Crisscross perhaps? Or I can get another rope and we can do a two wheel switch." he raises a brow.
āWell, I can crisscross, but Iāve never had another person to do a two wheel switch with.ā He looks up, fidgeting with the gems of the handles.
āIāve never really had friends. You probably knew that since you knew my father wasā¦ā he trails off, debating on something to say, before settling on a simple: āpromise to be my friend?ā
"Lucky I'm here, your new friend." he smiles a little too wide. "I promise to stay by your side, Isaac."
the boy holds his hand out, awaiting a shake. "It's a pleasure to meet you as well, my name is Abaddon."
He takes Abaddons hand gently, shaking it curtly. āMy name is Isaac. Iām very pleased to have a friend for once, Abaddon.ā
āā¦ isnāt that a name of a fallen angel from my fathers Bible?.. art thouā¦?ā
Abaddon pauses, eyeing isaac's hand resting in his. he could feel isaac tense with fear.
"I will not hurt you, Isaac. I promise. I am only this way because my father believed it was best for me, I am not like anything you've heard of, I promise. I am just a guard. It could be argued that I am not on the side of evil nor good. I am just.. Abaddon. your friend." he talked a little too quickly, he didn't seem to try to trick Isaac with his words but he did seem nervous that Isaac would deny him.
Isaacās eyes flick around, looking at the too-nice rope, to their intertwined hands, then to Abaddons face as if piecing a puzzle together. āWhy would anyoneās father name them after a demon?.. thatās what you are, isnāt it..?ā Isaac tries to pull his hand away as if heās been burned.
Abaddon let him pull his hand away but there was a stain on it, his palm was now red.
"I am not, I'm an angel! or.. I was an angel. Now i'm just.. Abaddon." He looked to Isaac, "We promised Isaac, we're friends now."
He picked up the golden rope, "You accepted my gifts, you accepted my company, and we shook on it. We're bonded now, Isaac." Abaddon handed the rope to Isaac.
"I'm sorry I made you take your cross of it's just that.. i can't play with you if you're wearing it. But please, just hear me out. Just for a minute, I'll explain everything." His eyes weren't the dark brown they were earlier, they were almost red.
He looks down to his palm and wails. Marked by a former angelā¦ thatās what he is, marked by a demon. He backs away, knees buckling from both standing the wrong way for too long and from the shock. He shakes his head repeatedly, slapping the rope away.
āNo- no no, nonononono you tricked me!- you used flattery and gifts and-ā he looks down to his palm again, fingers shaking. āWhat have you done to me-! Bonded?.. bondedā¦ what did you do?ā
Abaddon picks up the rope, frowning down at it. He sighed, "Isaac, I did not trick you, I never lied to you."
"Please, just listen to me." He gave the rope back to Isaac. "I can give you anything you'll ever want, you'll always have a friend, all you have to do is let me in. You'll never die, you would be able to make me leave at any time as well."
He looked sort of pathetic, a trick perhaps. He held out a couple more jump ropes, all made of gold and silver. he placed them in front of Isaac, he then made books out of his hands - some kind of devilish magic.
"I can give you anything, I can make your father pay attention to you, I can bring your mother back, I can make you the richest boy in the entire New World." He made bread out of his hands, it looked warm.
"Again, you can kick me out at any time but this form i'm in is only temporary, since we're bonded if you let me in we could be together for eternity." He handed the loaf of bread to Isaac.
āYou-ā¦ you can make mother come back?ā Isaac sniffles and wipes at his eyes. āWhat are you thenā¦ and why do you want in? Why me?- why not any other child in town? You never answered me- what did you do-?ā
Regardless, he gently takes the loaf to break a small piece off. āā¦ I donāt know why you want in so badly. What makes me so special? Iām not gullible, you know that. Iāve already figured you outā¦ but why me?ā
"You're the only one in this town I can... posses. You've suffered a loss, which left your soul vulnerable." He sits in front of Isaac. "Besides, I relate to you, and I want to be your friend."
The words Abaddon said were meant to be sweet, but he was so cold.
"I can give you anything, all I need is your word." he holds out his hand.
He inhales shakily, wiping away the last of his tears. His palm goes to touch the cross instinctively, but the mark Abaddon leftā¦ āow-!ā leaves him softly, hand jerking back because he has been burned, other hand going to rub it gently.
āYou said you could bring mother back? Do it. Please.ā He grabs both of Abaddons hands, holding them between his own. āYou can enter if you just bring her back.ā
Abaddon looks uncomfortable, "I may have been hasty to say such things.. If I bring her back she will not be her anymore. She will not be healed of her ailments or even from the decomposition which has already set in. She will be mad too, if I pluck her from her eternity." he shakes his head, "But I can let you speak to her, if you would like. I can open a portal briefly and let you communicate."
āLet me hug her. Please. Just once.ā He takes Abaddons hand and shakes it. āIā¦ I just want to hug her again. I donāt even need to talk to her, I just need to feel her again.ā
āFather will understand. I know he will. He has to. He wants her back as much as I do.ā
