2014 writing challenge - week four (touching slightly on week three)

[baronessekat]

He knelt before me, quaking. His eyes begged me to be lenient, to show mercy.

I stared down at him, my body showing an outward calm I did not feel. Inside I was raging. How dare he think that I would show mercy? Did he really expect ME to be the forgiving one? I read the file. I knew who… no what he was.

“Please,” he whispered to me.

“Why?” One simple word that carried so much meaning. I watched his eyes and saw that moment of victory dance across them.

The words bubbled forth from him. Blaming those who made him into what he was. Blaming a society that had no place for his kind. Blaming everything and everyone but himself. There was no regret. No remorse. Of course not. His kind never felt such things.

When he realized that such a tactic would not work on me he scrambled for a different approach. To do what I was going to do would make me nothing more than something like him. I was too “good” for such actions. That should I continue on my path, I will be cast aside and down like his brothers and sisters.

Maybe the others who have come before me and stood where I stood were persuaded to change their course. Maybe the others were convinced and moved. But they were not me.

For the past 22 years I had been trained, molded, prepared for moments just like this. I was educated by Uriel, battle trained by Michael and doctored by Raphael. I receive my orders from Jegudiel, and am mentored by Gabriel. Not to mention that I am the only Warrior to have tamed and trained a hellhound to my bidding. No, I was not like the others.

Maybe, back when I was a young girl of 16, before the battle at my family’s farm, before the training, before the years of seeing all that normal people do not see, I could have been turned away. I sometimes wonder what would life would have been like if I could have remained so innocent. Something of that wonder and loss must have shown in my expression, because he became more fervent in his words. That only managed to piss me off more.

How dare he kneel there in the remains of his victims, the fresh blood running down his face and arms and think to let this have a pass. From the brief scan of the cavern I made when I entered, I counted easily over 25 fresh remains. His gluttonous feast was the livers and hearts of the children from the surrounding area. CHILDREN!

“Enough,” I snapped. “Do not presume to believe you know my heart. I am Cadenza Minuet Coda, appointed Warrior of the Light, and chosen Soldier for this mission. I see and name you. Aswang... demon and blood drinker. Aswang…child killer. Aswang…unrepentant and forsaken.”

Upon the final naming, he howled and began to transform. His nose and jaw elongated, the hair on his body lengthened and he became the demon that I saw with the Sight.

I did not wait for him to finish changing. I drew my gun, calmly leveled it at his head and fired. The blessed ammunition filled with holy water and garlic encased in silver had the effect I wanted. He dropped like a stone, caught part way through his transformation so he was some monstrous thing, not quite humanoid, not quite canine. I holstered the gun, drew my sword and decapitated him. With a kick, I sent the head to the far end of the cavern.

After carefully cleaning his blood from my blade, I sheathed it and drew a pack of matches and a small container of lighter fluid. I drenched the body and ignited it. Burn it with fire… the only way to keep a demon from instantly returning.

As the flames died, so did my rage. With a sigh I turned, picked up the head and walked out of the cave to return to the village and prove that they were safe once again.

Mission complete.

For now.

topic:wrath

Comments

[furryjackal.livejournal.com]

Oh very big Like! Do you have more of this character anywhere?

[baronessekat.livejournal.com]

Not yet. I started to write the opening of Denz's life... well how she came to be called into the way of the Warriors of the Light.

That's almost fully written. I may get around to finishing it should one of the weekly challenges bring me a topic that works with it.

Denz started out years ago as a RPG character who was an enforcer in KKK like organization but were anti-elf and had started to have a change of heart on the whole thing.

But when the Muse for this line of stories visited me, Denz spoke up and said she was perfect for the main character. So I've been tinkering with her in the lead role.

[furryjackal.livejournal.com]

Intriguing! Hopefully we'll see more of her.

[baronessekat.livejournal.com]

week six's challenge topic already has me thinking in two different directions for her - training. I'm just working on if it will be battle training or ability training.