Not every fairytale has a happy ending

Royal blue sigils on ashen black cloth sighed atop wooden thatched houses around a stone square.  The worst kind of animals shouted from the open windows and around the circle of buildings hungry for the blood of the creature that was now dragged through the crowd and tied to two posts with thick rope.  The thick smell of the animal fat on the torches and in the fire pits around Eden permeated the air and his face looked just like any of theirs except frightened.  He wasn't afraid of the fight he might have.  He wasn't afraid of the people, but the hatred burned him to his core and made his skin shiver.

A hooded man walked out with a whip.  The magistrate stood on the stone alter that he was tied to and read off his crimes.  They were but dissonance among the jeering of the crowd and when he was done reading, there was a deathly silence that ensued.

"One!...."

A sharp pain tore into his back and rippled through him as Roedric cried out in pain.  His face stretched forward, morphing into the demon he kept inside and ripples of the wolf within him permeated his skin.

"Two!..."

The pain shot through him again and he saw their faces. His body transformed into a 10 foot tall beast that crossed man with wolf and he looked on the crowd through a red tinted hue.

"Three!..."

The faces of the virgins he had consumed flashed before his eyes and the lust for their bodies and flesh stunk like rotten meat between his teeth.  His memories of all those he had consumed and the absent pleasure it had given him ate away at his soul as that lash reverberated through his body like a knife.

"Four!..."

He saw his dearest Contessa in the crowd and heard her cries from the night she had caught him attacking a young girl of seventeen and though his eyes were that of the Were, she knew who he was and went to run.

"Five!..."

He watched her running from him and he could smell her blood through his nostrils and it drove him mad with lust and pain and shame that he desperately tried to end by grabbing her to show her that there was two inside of him; including the one she loved.  It was not him who attacked those girls...

"Six!..."

The pain shot through him and the anger arose within him that he could be so stupid as to not seek a cure earlier for the condition he had been in; if for nothing else than for Contessa.  For his love who his lust for blood could have been cured by her love if he had let it.

"Seven!..."

He swore that he would not be the beast anymore.  He swore that he could control the Were within him if he was just given another chance.  If he could just be given the time and means to seek Necromancy or any of the cures that could bring these girls back and reverse the damage he had already done.

"Eight!..."

God! if it would only end, he thought.  Roaring out in pain and tears towards the crowd.  His soul sank and he submitted to the death happening within him as he realized no one could see his tears from the wolf's eyes and he could think of nothing more; save the pain from a broken heart as she stared at him with a cold gaze.

"Nine!..."

It would appear that depression was where he would live for now as his world faced him and spat at him and threw literal jibes and rotteness at him.  He fell to the platform and thought of nothing as...

"Ten!..."

"Eleven..."

"Twelve!..."

Half the crowd thought the thirteenth lash would kill him as a demonic creature of magic and evil but he was laying there on the slab not moving and gathering a storm of darkness that could break with...

"Thirteen!...."

The ropes snapped free and he arose on his hind legs as his giant claws hung at his sides and a pair of wings erupted from his back to fill the square.  He grabbed the rope and threw it down and howled at the crowd who understandably assumed their deaths were imminent.

A silence fell over them and people literally froze with terror mixed with his force of will that forbade their bodies of movement.  Before any of this had happened he had been a skilled magician and that power to captivate people into freezing was apparently only amplified by the Were within him.

He threw the whip down and concentrated.  He concentrated harder than he ever had before till his form began to change again.

Standing before the crowd was a naked man whose clothes had ripped from the transformation.  He looked out on them and wanted to hate them but he had accepted who he had become.

"You have hunters among you who could hunt me.  You have those among you who will still hate me once you learn what I have to say.  I am an immortal.  You cannot kill me thought you can wound and capture and enslave me.  You can torture me and throw me in a pit and I wouldn't fight you because I have accepted what I did to your town and..."

He turned to Contessa.

"and... a.. and to you, my love.  Ropes and chains can bind me and I would allow you to hold me accountable for what I have done but I am not the monster inside of me.  I will not let it define me no matter how powerful it is."

He sighed and sat down as the holding spell took a lot out of him and he began to lose a grip on the crowd as he let some of them go.  They stood still and listened to him.

"I have the power to fight the monster and it took thirteen lashes for me to even try.  I've been with it longer than many of you have been alive and though years of loneliness and monstrosity commanded my soul, for 5 of those 700 years, I have been happy."

He turned away from Contessa and to the crowd as more of them began to drop from his spell.

"There has always been a monster within me but for a moment in all my years there has been a light and for that, I am ready to kill the demon to live among you as any of you are."

"There is not a man who is without his demons and not a woman who has seen the torment of the soul.  I beg of you only mercy and love and forgiveness.  Should you seek to have a way to hold me accountable for my testament, I stand ready to submit."

The crowd fell deathly silent and he too fell the same way to look into their eyes as he dropped his hold of everyone including Contessa.  That was the moment she took the magistrate's blade and cut off his head.

Heaven on Earth

As I walked down the street, I felt his footsteps in the ground, I could see his soul glowing red with malice and my wings stretched out from my back.

The street was poorly lit in the witching hour of 3 - 4 AM but the brick walls on either side of me only about 10 or 12 feet from me on either side cast strange shadows of creatures unseen and unknown in a constant struggle for life.

His shock was apparent when I turned around and must have appeared to levitate to him as only those meant to see can see an angel's wings. Great blue glowing wings with three on each shoulder that I decided to let him see and he fell to his knees.

The wind blew and it was cold. Not temperature wise because the night was more than likely 70° or 67° at the most but the cold ran through me and I stretched it to him for the warmth of life is extended only to humanity and not God's chosen.

"You have been Judged Arnold Ramase and I have waited for you here. Your desperation drove you to this life but you began to enjoy it, didn't you."

As is the fashion, I awaited his response of, "yes, my lord... My angel... I don't know what to call you..."

"My name is Samael and you will know this as you will be one of few humans on earth to be taken by the angel of death himself. Know thy father, child and go with God."

He began to clutch his head and I let the light of the heavens shine upon his soul. In awe, his eyes opened and began to bleed. I cut the power of the heavens for a moment and as life slipped from him, I held him in my arms and cradled his dying body.

"Some have called me valkrie and others guardian, today if you might before your eyes close, call me savior. Call me savior child for your race is too small to be given such divine right as his love. You are all meant to be damned!"

He lay on the ground choking on the blood in his throat as his cells had been destroyed by the light.

"Damn you child, speak!"

It was too late and I watched his soul ascend.

"Why then do you not love your chosen as you would a criminal," I called to the heavens. "Why are we not worth the right of repentance?"

As I wept over the lifeless body of this vicious criminal who was with God, I knelt in the street and an animal from somewhere knocked over a trash can lid. The filth of the world covered my legs where I knelt and I was blatantly aware of how small I was. My wings swelled and strained in a stretch. The torment subsided and I stood up, lost the emotion to something I could not fathom and walked home shaking the blood off me as if it had never touched my garments.

This is the life of heaven on earth, I thought to myself as I prepared for another day amongst the living as one of them on disguise.

The tell-tale printer

In the cold, darkness of a poorly insulated house, the light from the power button of our wireless printer pulsates like the beating of a elderly heart. It sits there on the desk with as much dust as any antique and the same amount of judgement as it fills the room with light and then returns me to a resting room.

It repeats this action: light that fills the ceiling like some projection of a mid-summer dream and then darkness where I sense the calmness and verisimilitude of dignified reality. Then as I get used to the darkness the joy of the ceiling light comes back, only to return me to the now petulant darkness. Then light! Oh such light that lasts an instant and shows me all the things in my messy room I thought I'd lost. Now darkness! Wretched terrible darkness and light!...

I can't take it anymore and I go for its life blood! I turn the overhead light on and the room fills with the dirty yellow light from the single room light above me. Half asleep, I rummage around the back of the printer for its jugular.

It's difficult to find and for a moment, I wonder if there even is one? Have I killed this agonizingly beautiful creature which pulsates vacillating light and darkness as part of its waking dream? Does it think of my snores as a paltry annoyance and wish it could turn me off as I sleep beneath it's heart beat and am bothered by its perturbing yet necessary life?

As the 1/2 second ends that I think all of this, I find its chord and it turns out it's just a printer and inanimate object after all. I rip it's chord from its backside and shout, "you're dead now you flickering bastard!"

Yet as I go to sleep, the thoughts of my friend the printer haunt me and I think of how it's been doing that for years now and never have I unplugged it. Yet in the end, darkness is truth and I tend to sleep better without light, however small or bright.

I drift off to sleep with the dead things all around me. Sweet sleep at last.

Highway to hell

The highway elongated in front of Jack's cranium. His eyes weighed like thousand pound weights. He felt himself swerve slightly as he held his neck from a shooting pain that seemed to arise when he had turned his head to follow an eager BMW driver; the sun, flashing in his eyes, he swerved back towards the road and away from the median.

"Goddamn BMW drivers! They're all assholes! Every fucking one!" He said as driving began to return to normal.

A fog began to gather as large bushy clouds rolled in overhead and Jack began to think about his family. His little boy smiled at him in his head and his wife said, "just come home safe," as he thought about her beautiful curls around his shoulders caressing him to her heavenly embrace.

He decided he would call her but as he called, the phone would just ring and ring and ring with no answer or even a message machine. He hung it up as he meandered through this eternal road.

He began to think about all the bad things he'd done in his life and the bad things he'd recently done on the trip he was on. The fog seemed as thick as water as he looked out on the road and couldn't see even a mile down the road.

As he tried to slow down to stop, he found that he couldn't move his leg; it was glued to a constant speed going down the highway.

He tried his radio and Enya began to play. He began to scream. He tried to roll down the window and the fog that rolled in was steam.

Suddenly, the Enya halted and a voice spoke, "welcome to hell, you cursed the Lord while driving and so you shall now drive for all eternity to remind you of your blasphemy."

The highway elongated in front of Jack's cranium. His eyes weighed like thousand pound weights. His heart raced and he only begged for sleep and a crash so the road would end.

OFFICIAL STATEMENT

The following message reads as dictated from Col. Ronald T. Harris of Baton Rouge LA to Stg. Michael Wayneright of Chicago IL. Their position at the time of dictation was unknown but is assumed as well into the country of Cambodia in Eastern Asia.

Boy... I mean Mikey... Mike or do you prefer Michael? In any case, I want you to copy this down as if I made it, y'see? I want this to be read to my kids, kids as if grandaddy was telling it to 'em, ya get me? Mike, what have I gotten myself into this time? Promise me you'll change that bloody outfit before you recount this tale. Oh I talk too much. Well, here goes:

Back in my war days, I used to tell the boys who were waiting to ship out, in officer's bar in Saigon: "you gonna wind up like Mikey," and I don't think any of 'em ever got it. You see, they'd all joke and clown about a lot but I only told this to the strong ones.

Of course, all they saw was that Mikey was a lower pay grade and they thought I meant that they would end up on the bottom of the barrel like Mikey: Doing the grunt work, digging out the latrine and making dirt pay to do it; what they didn't see is that the reason Mikey was assigned so many tasks, regardless of how much he made was because Mikey was the fastest to dig a trench or a fox hole; he was the quickest to go from cover to cover, he got the most consecutive gook kills and at the end of the war, he was the only one of those bastards still alive. That said, that last one is an achievement I couldn't even attain. I wish I had "been like Mikey" in that regard...

You take this message back to Saigon now. You survive and don't make a liar out of me. Be an example to my boys.

ADDENDUM:

I dug a fox hole just like he always told me I could and covered it with leaves. Then carried his body on my shoulders until I hooked up with an attachment at the border and we got on a bird to head back to Saigon for debriefing. On my way back, I had been hit in the calf by grenade flack but the wound wasn't as serious to me as it was to the medics. I was discharged to bring this letter home and am available for comment in Washington DC at REDACTED FOR PRIVACY REASONS.

Sincerely,
Stg. Michael M. Wayneright

Breaking the mold

Chapter 7: Molding a Human Brain

The synaptic functions of a human mind are extremely complex and even in a child brain, the wiring must be worked with delicately or you will kill the form you hope to become.  The easiest path, but difficult unless you see human beings the way I do, is to determine using heat signatures and the x ray spectrum who's actually pregnant at about 4 weeks old.  The brain of that adolescent will begin to develop at 5 weeks according to my research.  Therefore, what I essentially do is unplug that life before it begins and take over the human process of brain and spinal cord development according to the infant  blue print that can be found on most scholarly doctoral databases.

Due to the fact that I was not an infant when I became the form that I am, I had to truncate my molecular structure to fit the human form.  Even the child's body had to be enlarged in the development process in order to properly configure my consciousness into the humanoid structure.  This one that the humans call god must have been an incredible archetect because the complexity of building this body was one that took tremendous amounts of energy to acheive and even at that, I had to borrow amounts of energy from this child's mother just to properly develop.  In the end, however, the majority of the genetic sequencing was provided to me and all that was left was wiring in my own brain functions into this body.

The higher brain functions were too much for the human mind to handle.  After all, I had the vast knowledge of the cosmos stored in my individual atoms but ironically so did they, they just were born blissfully unaware of the phenomenal cosmic powers they were made of.  Forgive my non-sequitur but it is important to note that human beings, unlike the Taylorn possessed an evolutionary trait that made them so formidable that they even viewed each other as enemies.  Whereas my people viewed black wings as simply a difference in life position, human beings viewed such things as superior and inferior. It was as the japanese humans would refer to as ero-guro.

Ero-Guro translates to beautifully grotesque which I feel, as I began wiring myself into the container of a US diplomat's wife, aptly described human beings.  They had the potential for great good and great evil and as I described before, as energy beings we had no distinction between the two.  However, as I began to wire myself into the confines of a human spawnling, I began to feel not only human emotions but specifically, the emotions of this human mother to be.  She was kind hearted and had become a diplomat's wife through her devotion to international diplomacy as opposed to a desire to hold political power.  She gave more than she took and as I had observed in the international databases of Earth, she was truly a rare breed amongst the species of earth.

For 7 months and 3 weeks longer, I would grow in her stomach as she strained us both by continuing to work on some great international agreement of peace and prosperity between more than one violent culture.  She enjoyed books and that knowledge due to the nature of my connection with her during my initial occupation was translated to me through her synaptic impulses into my developing mind.  I had no idea what it was at the time but as I began to understand emotion, in that primordial soup, I realized that I loved her.

Love was a strange emotion and whereas it had the broad application of the formless Taylorn, it could be as secluded and limited as the human mind.  The more human I became, the more I forgot about the knowledge I had of the cosmos until one day, as I smelled the air of the human world through a human nose and realized that I barely knew that I used to be Taylorn let alone that I used to be formless.

Getting to understand Earth was not an easy task either.  Human beings were apparently not the only creatures on earth as a dog I greeted was a little off put that I knew how to speak telepathically which is how dogs communicate.  They are not engaging speakers either, as the one i greeted was afraid at first and then immediately thought only of the hot dog that the human who called me "dada"viciously consumed.

There were many other animals around this planet as well.  Lions do not care for Humans at all, they have nothing to say to us and although this one stared at me through the glass of a window at the Bronx zoo, I feel as though he was envious more than willing to talk.  Speaking of the zoo where many of these animals from around the globe seemed to reside, the humans seemed to enslave even species that were genetically similar to themselves which I found barbaric as we passed by the primate enclosure.

In my first year of life, there would be many unusual traits of humans but after a day at the zoo and 5 weeks of life, it was time I once again enjoyed the only connection to my people I could enjoy: dreaming…

Breaking the mold

Chapter 6: A choice to make

After attaching myself to the tallest energy giving structure on this blue planet at the time, I climbed down through the electrical conduits to observe these strange creatures all around me.

It occurs to me that man could not comprehend what it is like to look at the world as pure energy.  I will attempt to explain but I cannot promise a good explanation.  Man was a vibrant spectrum of color to me.  Heat represented its self as a color yet, those colors could be felt as well.  Blue was a particularly somber and cold feeling and I say this literally.

My physical form was not even able to be seen unless someone happened to have a mass spectrometer on hand. To explain why, I simply need say, "have you ever seen a cell phone signal?  Have you ever seen radio waves?  Have you seen the static electricity and electrical waves that exist all around you and inside your body?  If the answer is no to any one of those questions they you would not be able to see me even though in a certain light, I can see you.

I could see the whole world; feel the world and though one would need a working knowledge of theoretical physics to understand what I was and what I was seeing, it was clear to me that I had stumbled upon something magnificent.

Earth had such vibrant life.  It experienced things with a softer hand than was dealt the Taylorn.  Human beings were so many shades of grey in the metaphysical world and yet they were shades of every other color in the physical one.  It was magnificent the intricacies that Taylorn males and females would have discarded for their complication.

Man was talented and his eccentricity built upon even things that were supposed to simplify his world.  The energy waves on this planet were all so diverse.  On my home world, it is true that we had our pleasantries but everything seemed to be boiled down to such simplicity that waves never crossed and energy was diffused into everything for maximum efficiency.  Humans threw a lot away.

In my travels, I came across a waste heap so large that it was said by locals to be visible from space.  The universe was humongous to a human mind.  While traversing their vast network of computers I learned all about trivialities that they worshipped like the invention of the... I-phone... and important concepts that they tossed out like the invention of soap.  I learned that they had a concept of lying and cheating and people did not have a set place on their planet once they'd chosen a path.  There was nothing so enthralling as the magnificent chaos of mankind.

There were downsides though.  There was war over ideals like patriotism, that my society would dismiss as trivialities.  There was mass breeding and the population swelled.  There was famine and disease as people depended on their earth to take care of them and abandoned their technology to produce results.  They protested things that might help their society grow like the stem-cells that existed in their bodies, and would have thought our society mad for the willing participation in chemical castration after a couple's first two children.

There was emotional decisions made by man like wars to go after one man, and this may have hurt the society at large but he never-the-less excelled at what he was able to control.  Emotional decisions didn't always bring bad things either: the sweet surrender of a man on his knees in front of his god was a practice that if used right and moderated and agreed on by the masses, could make for a beautiful and functioning society.

By this I mean that religion brought conflict when people held it to the standard that one was better than the other or one god/set of gods was more right than another.  The bottom line for a functioning spiritual society was a belief in a higher power than one's self from any origin.  The conflicts over who was right were irrelevant but because of the emotional connection, this brought about conflict over this particular issue in human society.  Not all feared this "god" being who said "thou shalt not kill," and I see this fact as the only way that this concept of religion would be feasible, I suppose that's the nature of choice.

So man was emotional and irrational but he certainly had a magnificent society; it was not as streamlined as the Taylorn home world but certainly as high functioning.

As I pondered these things or rather went over billions of scenarios and tried to calculate a next move (this was the closest thing an energy being could have to emotion) I began to see that I would never be able to understand these creatures more than their logical application until I saw through their eyes.

For weeks I observed them from many different spectra of energy.  I studied their physiology in their computers for 15 years before making the connection on how to become one of them.  The process was dangerous and the conversion nearly impossible but it came down to the synaptic electrical functions in a human brain.  My electrical functions had been scattered and this is what caused me to be the energy being that I was but what if I had a template?  A guide to put them back together?  The bottom line was there in plain sight but what the human mind could not configure, I could.

The only problem was that an adult mind was completely wired and had no wiggle room to reconfigure the synaptic impulses.  This is where I found out that I would have to start from the beginning, I would have to be born as a child and do the entire human life from beginning to end.  There was no guarantee that I would survive when that human body left this world but I suppose I would have to wire a trigger in my mind to remind me of what I was so that I could rebuild the matter transporter that would give me back eternal life before this ephemeral human one burned out.