Author: A.M. Kaila PM
Demons roam the Earth freely now, angels are punishing those who they think have sinned, and those left are fighting and killing each off in the chaos. For a young Wiccan this is the world she must live in and fight to keep both her sanity and faith. Not knowing who to trust she joins a group of rebels fighting to maintain religious freedom for there are worst things then death.Rated: Fiction T - English - Supernatural/Adventure - Words: 1,512 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 3 - Updated: 01-30-13 - Published: 05-20-12 - id: 3024181
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A/N: Okay, kind of rewriting this a little, cause I ended up trapping myself into introducing an antichrist, which is not something I wanted to do yet. I apologize, but hope it is enjoyed.
Gun shots echoed through the woods leaving a distance ringing. Chains rattled, men shouted, the bone chilling howls of hell hounds barked, and the hooves of horses galloped. The shinning silver armor of the men glistened in the sun as they drew their swords. The dense woods hid the chained prisoner from her pursuers. "Cut the crap down," a man's demanding voice barked.
The slicing of the limbs, leaves, and the glorious environment pained the convict's heart. She took a quick breath to regain her emotions, and rushed deeper into her sanctuary. With the hounds and shouts behind her a sigh of relief escaped; and the hounds barked again. The fear of death shook her mind and with one last escape attempt up her ragged sleeve she chanced it. She began to climb up the nearest tree, she could reach. She prayed that the dark leaves would keep her safe.
Silence filled the woods for sometime until the hounds came into view along with the Christian Knights. The mutts sniffed the ground around the tree in attempts to catch the scent once again. "She's gone," one muttered, in amazement.
"Don't praise the wicked," another sneered.
"The boss is not going to be amused to hear this," the leader cringed.
The hell hounds howled once more before sprinting off back home. Following their lead the knights left into the woods darkness once more. The convicted felon sighed and relaxed in the shadow's of the leaves coverage.
Night fell and the shackled girl climbed down paranoid of what might be lurking in the shadows below. She made a break towards anything, but that prison she had just escaped from. Wondering the woods aimlessly the felon soon discovered a clearing. With the brush behind her, she gazed upon the clearing to see it nothing more than a barren wasteland. The once shiny moon was forever encased by dark ominous clouds that spoke of nothing but death. To her surprise it wasn't raining for once.
Trudging through the dead stokes of corn in the distance she spotted a means of shelter. Gazing upon the white church she grimaced with disgust, but knew it would be somewhat of a safe haven. A rustle in the field made the girl jump and she rushed off for the church. Walking through the faded white doors to see the demolished seats, broken stain glass windows, and the blood drenched Virgin Mary.
Strolling down the red carpet in the awe she stopped to get in her knees to pray. She gazed up at the statue and talked aloud. "I know this not my faith, but I am out of options right now. I'm lost, and so confused about the state this country has gotten itself into. One day I'm a free little Wiccan the next I am dragged off to a holy prison. All I am asking for is a little guidance." There was no responds so the Wiccan girl curled up next to the statue, and cried herself to sleep.
Thunder rumbled and lightening flashed revealing the hidden tower that seemed to be floating in the sky. A man paced around his desk worried. A knock on the door pleased him, yet made him jump slightly. He took a seat to compose himself. "Enter," he said with authority.
A young man enters fearful of what might become him. He took a deep breath, ran a hand through his dusty charcoal locks, and began. "Sir, we managed to recapture the three of the five escapees," he stammered.
"Did you manage to recapture, Selene?"
"No, sir," he cringed.
The man stood up, and turned his back to the solider. "I won't kill you, but I want you to find her and kill her yourself. Then my dear boy if you have her head in you hand. I shall raise your rank."
"Yes, father," the boy bowed, and ran off.
With his son gone the man gazed upon a bronze, shirtless, godlike, creature standing before him. It tousled its golden locks to the side, to gaze at the whimpering human before him. The Godly creature's well bronzed chest, torso, and chiseled facial features could not hide its most intimidating feature. Lightening flashed again and a set of downy, white wings became visible behind him. The archangel stepped out of the shadows. "Michael, I am sorry that I let your only threat escape," he cowered, back into his seat.
Michael rolled his eyes at the human's sniveling. He chuckled low in his throat. "It is okay, Calvin. I will not splatter your blood upon the walls. . .yet."
"May I ask why this mere Wiccan must die milord?"
"Because my faithful subject Lilith wants to roam the Earth to raise my brother. That is why the Wiccan's must die. Just like during the Salem Witch Trails. Also, my son make sure the other heathen's die for their crimes against God."
"Their numbers fewer everyday milord," Calvin bowed.
"Michael gazed upon Calvin with a crooked smile. "Excellent, my son," he said smoothly, then disappeared with a flash of lightening.
Selene awoke to the warmth of a fire and shuffling of feet. She sat up to realize that the shackles that encased her wrist and ankles were gone. Heavy foot fall's came closer causing her to jump to her feet, and she was grabbed from behind. A cold hand covered her mouth. "Don't be afraid," a masculine tone purred. "You're safe here."
Selene nodded slightly, was still frightened. The man let her of her wrist and freed her mouth. In anger for being treated like prey she slapped the unknown man in the face. "Didn't you ever learn respect?" she asked acidity.
He ran a hand down the long red claw marks that pained his expression. Then to Selene's surprise he smirked. "That how the vampirist girls like it. . . rough." In the dim fire's light his green eyes caught the pentagram. "Then again I should be gentle with a stuck up Wiccan," he snorted with disgust.
"Matthew, be nice to our guest no matter what religion she may be," a calming voice echoed. Matthew rushed off without another word. "You have to excuse him, these are troubling times for all of us."
"Some more than others," Selene muttered."
"How about I show you around?" the man offered.
"Um. . .sure," Selene answered with uncertainty.
The older gentleman led the Wiccan girl down the hall when he noticed the scaring tissue on her arm. "I'm Lawrence," he introduced.
"Selene," she replied. "So, where are we?" she inquired nervously.
"Under the Church."
"Oh, and your not a Christian Knights disguised to trick me into comfort?"
"Hardly, I'm Jewish, well only half from my mother's side. Dad was Celtic, but he died years ago. If he was still alive I bet he would have waged war against those idiot's and their fortress."
Selene pondered his words for a second. "If your Jewish then, why do you hang around a vampirist?"
"We may have different faiths, but that shouldn't mean we have to fight like lions. We just need to accept people's difference's and stop behaving like children. Just because you believe that differently does not mean I have to sway you."
"Excellent," he remarked.
"Matthew," a woman shrieked. "I have half a mind to report you to the Knights."
"Oh, boy," Lawrence muttered. "Ready to meet the rest of this tiny group?"
"Sure," Selene shrugged tentatively.
Lawrence opened the door to reveal a black haired woman scowling Matthew. "Woman, are not your personal blood banks, you blood sucking demon."
"I wouldn't touch that Wiccan Princess with a ten foot pole after what she did to me."
"Wiccan?" the woman asked in shock.
"Paige, she is right here," Lawrence coughed.
Paige gave Selene a warm smile then went over to give a hug. "Oh, happy days are here at last," Paige cried, with joy. "I'll get Xavier to prepare the altar.
"Hypocrite," Matthew mumbled solemnly.
Selene pushed the woman away, "Altar?"
"Don't say another word, Paige. I refuse to kill anyone for that demon," Lawrence said angrily.
Paige huffed, "Fine, but, it has been so long since I scarified someone.
Altar, and sacrifice, Selene thought. This isn't a haven this is an insane asylum. "Aw, your scaring the poor girl," a gentle voice said. Then a pair of arms wrapped around her neck.
"Rayne, leave her alone too," Lawrence groaned.
"Lawrence," she pouted. "I'm on her side. Since we are both outcast of this religion society."
"Can you let me go, please?" Selene begged.
Ignoring her request Rayne went on, "Am I allowed to at least show her rest of the compound?"
Lawrence sighed, "Fine, but if she ends up dead, Paige gets to sacrifice you tonight."
Paige leaped for joy, Matthew rolled his eyes, Selene sighed, and Rayne groaned.