Post by Mr. Nexirium Daedalus on Aug 19, 2011 21:56:33 GMT -5
Uh so I've been writing a horror novel, but I haven't really gotten to the scary parts, and its still in its First Draft form. Uh but this part is a little creepy - but let me explain the character, her name is Trinity, and she use to be this powerful being that could create worlds and universes, and then one day she decided to be reborn on the planet. You kinda learn that she is sort of insane, because all the power in her is effecting her human mind. But yeah, this part is sorta creepy and funny so enjoy? Oh the person telling the story, is Trinity too, weird right?
There is no point in speaking of my childhood in the years of living on Alkura, it was like any noblewoman’s upbringing. Well actually, I was bit more than just a noblewoman, far more than simply being rich. You get what you want, you cry for what you want. Nothing interesting happened worth noting; no, it wasn’t until I was about eighteen that life was beginning to unfold into a horror beyond belief. My father was Kallister Asmeriel III; tall, handsome and brave, he ruled the capital of Maest with an iron fist. Or well, he ruled. On my eighteenth birthday; a celebration that was even greater than a festival held for the end of the war, he died in a battle against the neighboring country of Arkmire. An airship powered by steam and fire crashed into him while he was maneuvering his own steamship, his mangle tattered body a sight even during the open-casket funeral. Those twisted horribly stunted limbs barely recognizable as human, a package of meat and shattered bone, a scared shredded rotting face with half its hair burned off, and a missing chunk showing the inner rot that was his brain.
The Arkmirians called us all heretics for believing in the Azure Goddess - myself - and were determined to put us out of our misery- or make us conform to them. With his death, my mother came to rule, Minare Ner Asmeriel. The woman I branded in my mind as a devil or a monster in disguise. Whenever I say her name, I feel my tongue become heavy with distaste, a foul and putrid taste at that. Considering I was the only daughter, getting away with being named Trinity, I was the next heir to the rule of the capital after my mother. Something I was terrified of. I was no expert at war; all I cared about was cookies, boys, girls and tea. I wasn’t as smart as many of the other candidates out there, and I was sure that my father’s iron fist was reduced to a cotton mitten in my presence. I knew it was my religious connection to the people, who I was and what I was branded with. Nevertheless, my mother’s years were dwindling; and it was soon- in this time of need- that I would stand up as the next leader. Depression and angst took my mind to a level lower than mere anxiety. I was merely an untrained, isolated Trinity. In fact, I made it public I wasn’t ready for it at all; it is where I begin my story. I remember this day like it was yesterday, I remember the ceremony of our people’s crowning, the day I tried to kill myself- but couldn’t.
“Is it truly impossible electing someone else to rule our country, mother?” It was my second attempt that day at trying to avoid taking up the country’s needs.
Minare, my mother of course, gave me a stern look, half growling to herself as she spoke, “Yes, yes it is for Azure’s sake.” She was becoming impatient with my constant complaints, of course that day I had only revolted twice, before however, it was too many to count.
“Mother, you know this isn’t fair, what does this country expect me to do for them?” I begged, half-tearing up. It wasn’t fair for me to have to live up to a nation’s call simply because my father wasn’t able to live long enough to fulfill his. Never had I received any mercy for this however, my mother was cold; she cared only for the respect of her name and nothing else. Well, except money and fame...
“I did not raise you to be an insolent woman who charges money for special services who takes advantage of money, Trinity. This is your duty as our only daughter.” She sent a pike through my heart with such a comment.
I’m not sure if my mother ever realized she was backing me into a corner, and that I felt the only way out was through death. Here, she had me elegantly dressed, my soft pale skin against a white dress with frills blissfully twisting underneath a white-vinyl corset. A fluffy bust-line spreading around my shoulders in a sprawl of ribbons and my hair hanging to my waist with a rose hair-clip dangling off to the side of my head. I still retained my beauty- though the lack of blue skin is a little disappointing, my eyes were a sheltered blue hue, though now filled with tears as I peered away from the horrid atrocity that I would call my mother. Instead, I gazed out the window of the floating airship passing over the vast city below. Towering over constructs of steam and steel- nothing but tunnels of glass and more revolved around the city of Kalim. Grandiose, though surrounded with mountains, it was a place of monarchy and prisons. Everyone wanted money, no one wanted silence. Even the air filled with hundreds of thousands of airships said this.
I wanted to cast myself out this window. Simply drop to my end. But this glass mirror acted as a guard, some form of sentinel enforced with keeping my down-spiraling life from falling into the depths of Death’s abyss. My mother caught the tears rolling down my cheeks, and she peered heavy eyed with remorse for a moment- quickly it became harsh again.
“I’d rather they not see my daughter with tears sprawling down her face. It hampers with your beauty.” She pulled out her handkerchief and started to casually press them across my cheeks and eyelids.
“Nothing in the world is gained through fairness, child. Someone is always losing something, while others gain something in return, that’s just how life works.”
I could have laughed at her had I not been too far into my depression. Instead I whimpered and let the containing air in my chest swiftly push out in a miserable sigh, followed with sniffling and more tears.
“You’ll come to enjoy it, Trinity.” She finished.
Finally, after the terrible ride, we arrived at the great ball held in my honor, for my crowning as the queen-ruler of the capital of Maest. The luxurious Airship opening its steel framed doors to allow me passage along the red carpet walk way, where I was greeted with cheering from hundreds if, not thousands of citizens of the continent. Many yelling to me that they were happy for my decision, some not, and some asking for me to do things once I reached Royalty. Taxes needed to be reduced, people needed to be funded for. At the time, I didn’t really have a mind for it all, politics and economic structure was a mystery to me, which meant I was the perfect person to put on the throne.
We approached a large auditorium; stone columns lined the rose colored walkway as we stepped into the brimming light from the open doors. The ball room was a masterpiece of human design, some form of Victorian-fantasy-like architecture, brimming with chandeliers of curled coiled steel. A massing vivid speech alter, and luscious flowers and caterers and more simply lighting the place up. The first thing I realized was the looks that I was receiving as I was entering. Something of a mix of jealousy and anger, to happiness and ignorance. I couldn’t question much of them, I was being dragged by my mother through the crowd, and she was obviously looking for something. Maybe her petty friends in which she wished to suck up to for some form of pride. However, we passed all of her known friends rather quickly, instead totting up to a rather well-dressed gentleman.
I instantly understood what was happening, I already knew what this ***** was intending to do with me. Sell me out. Soon I instantly thought of what she mentioned before this, that speech about ‘some gaining more and others losing for it.’ Yet she intended to hand me off to some man on a silver platter, have me lose my freedom, my honor, my name; and to him, my virginity, so I can play queen of housewives and draw in the fame and cash for the entire family. The anger could be seen withering my usual calm and placid features. As she introduced me to the man named Kylen Hambard. His curtsy, despite its politeness, did not ease my anger, instead my face became red as I peered at him and he backed off in confusion as a response.
“Trinity, why are you making such a face?” my mother stupidly asked.
Having enough of her forceful nature, marched up and looked her dead in the eyes.
“I’d rather be an insolent woman who charges money for special services then be sold off to marry some man.” I flipped my dress on the spin of a heel, my face boiling as stomped away. I was carrying my dress as I tried to find the most secluded place around here.
I can’t imagine what her face might have been like, it could have been filled with embarrassment- considering I had spoken very loudly- and as the next empress of Maest, such a comment is humiliating and let’s not forget demeaning. Maybe she was angry out of her mind for being talked to in such a way from her own daughter. The young girl she had been trying to carve into a polite little maid for any man she was paired with; a simple minded pleasure for her husband, to sit there massaging his feet for the rest of her days. I hoped personally that she felt guilty, guilty for the stress and disrespect she’s shown me ever since I was born into this world. Trying to force me into something I’m not, and will not ever be.
I sought escape, the women’s bathroom being the only form of solace from this nightmarish place. It was colder than the rest of the facility, sporting a compressed by singularly ivory design. Lots of white everywhere, clean however and definitely isolated if anything. Ever since I was a child, I wanted seclusion in my more hectic times of living. Locking myself in closets and bathrooms and hampers; in this case, I found a proper wooden stall and locked myself inside. My face was shimmering with tears as I fell against the lid of the toilet, digging my palms into my face as I violently screamed the contained inner-anguish I drilled within myself for the past years. Ironic now that I think about it, I reincarnated myself to simply escape the boredom and pressures of being a god, and here I am being pressured into a position that was high and mighty to others.
After I was done with such an outburst, I sat there hyperventilating, realizing I might have finally been losing my sanity. No, I was losing my sanity, my eyes were shaking, and things were becoming darker than they truly were. Shadows felt like they were moving around me- my mind was falling apart- one by one I saw things around me begin to shatter and fall. I began to bite down so hard, I was sure I heard my jaw crack or snap due to the pressure. My head was throbbing and the beating tender sensation in my head intensified with every minute. I remembered myself cursing mother, father and every person in this building with the spite accumulated in these very years. The obscenities and insults floating through my psyche were like nothing I have ever found myself to say. Anger passed through me again as I thought of how unfair it was that all of father’s labors and task were thrown on his wife, and then to me, someone who has barely got to see life as an adult. How I was expected to survive and properly render such a burden is beyond me.
No, I knew why, I continued to deny it however.
Slowly I stood up, granting myself access to the mirror. My face was glistening wet, shaking eyes as coarsely red as the blood gathering at my cheeks. Weary and at my edge, I strode to the door, walking back into the busy ball filled with at least a hundred well-earned patrons. All of which were either drunk, flirting, or boasting about the wealth they bring in- whether it be a picky woman only interested in what’s jingling in her man’s pockets, and not his pants. Or, the males, flaunting the great investments they’ve taken in the market and all its glory- all the while ogling other women whose rears are perfectly round to him.
A stout waiter held out a silver glowing tray of embroidered glass balancing several wine glasses within its center, the first bit of poison. Wishing to drown my sorrow- which may have led to the events of what happened next. Without any self-restraint, I gulped down the first glass as if it was a cup of freshly cured water. The second came quickly after, without a care in the world. Yet, I wasn’t done. Sooner or later, the chubby wine waiter rounded around again and I took two others. The liquor was a fine golden swirl of color. A most unfortunate olive lay impaled by a wooden toothpick in its center, which throughout my dramatic breakdown, didn’t even care to taste. I was avoiding my mother at all cost, whenever I even thought I spotted her, I hurried off to another part of the busy ball. By the time I was done with the two, I was a bit more then simply being tipsy. I was a light drinker, I find myself maybe having half a glass every once in a while, but no more than that- and definitely not much as I was drinking now. I’m sure I drank even more than that, to the point where I was unable to walk a straight line. Considering my horrible situation, I was sure to cause some kind of commotion. The daughter of the great Emperor himself was now swaying about without a care in the world. I even danced with myself within the presence of the ball room orchestra.
Here is where things got quite interesting.
I spotted a fair lady standing and conversing amongst her friends, a curvy young woman with large beady eyes and a pleasant face, an elegant black curtain of frills surrounded her, where the black lip-stick she wore made this dark lure or touch that I couldn’t resist. I was a sucker for all sorts of things. I could guess, when I was young, I was somewhat attracted to anything, I’m sure it was an issue revolving around me being a reincarnated Azure. The traits of a being pass down, even within reincarnation. I am certain, that they called me crazy whenever a young girl my age asked if a boy was cute I’d reply in a sneaky undertone, “Yes, about as cute as you.” And I was only eight. Though they existed –it’s in human nature- bisexuals weren’t looked very well upon in the city. I could say that homosexuals had an even worse position, however. But bisexuals still had it rather tough. That trait, carried on with me for my entire life, and right now at this ball- in my drunken stupor, this little black swan was becoming ever so delightful.
I recalled stepping up to her with a wine glass in hand, uncomfortably close for anyone. Yet my face, carrying that tepid smile that could warm anyone’s heart, she merely gazed at me in confusion. She knew who I was, which was probably why she didn’t retaliate. In fact, she was frozen solid, mesmerized. It was my eyes; she couldn’t resist staring into a thousand years of wisdom and beauty. Such a power was hidden to both of us and had I noticed her hypnosis, I would have swept her off her feet right then and there. I saw her lips quiver, her friends staring at us with intrigue and confusion. “Is there something you need of me, milady?” she asked almost whispering, finally breaking the silence that stalked our meet, “Something that only you could give me.” I replied, swiftly and coyly despite my drunken nature.
“Mother always told me to go for the hardy boys. But,” I sputtered a little in my speech, yet still I carried on with my flirtatious assault. I gripped her waist firmly and lifted her chin up to my face. By now, others had to have been staring in complete awe; her friends were wide-eyed themselves, one of them even calling out to the young lady, Eika, I think her name was. Thing is she didn’t respond, she was in my trance, unbeknownst even to myself. This little swan wasn’t going anywhere. “I’d rather have a dove of a woman, for now at least.” I chuckled in my stupor, and I watched the girl’s eyes daze over in a glaze of lust as she smiled without realizing it. For that one moment, I had her, I had her locked in my yearning and pleasure, and she was mine. I lifted her hand to kiss those delicate fingers. The warmth emanating from them was tender against my lips. Such a sultry taste I can never forget.
“Arrogant woman who charges money for special services!” I heard from behind me; such a familiar voice- though I was too busy being angered for such an interruption to think and remember it. I was about to turn on my heel; where I was going to deliver a line filled with obscenities to whatever unfortunate soul was ignorant enough to sully such a beautiful moment, yet I felt a thick grip just a little below my elbow and I was twisted around without warning. For a quick moment, I saw the eyes of a somewhat tumultuous Minare glaring at me with those flaming blue eyes of hers. Eika, the girl I had been mystifying stood there behind me, still entranced by my powers, her friends literally having to take hold and shake her away. But even after, she seemed apathetic to it all, like she wanted it, even as they slowly but surely pushed her away from my presence. I barely had time to yell at my mother for her interruption, but it wasn’t like I had the chance. The loud echo of flesh shivering against flesh and bone was heard as her hand violently struck me in the cheek. I was nearly thrown off balance by such a blow, my head hanging downward after the strike. It was odd to hear all the talking, all the laughing, everything just come to a complete screeching halt.
“You little *****! You will not make a mockery of me, or your father’s name!” she yelled vehemently, the crowd’s interest forcing a small huddle around us. I dared not look her in the eyes; instead I kept my head hanging off to the side from which she struck it.
“You were born with this right.” She started, “The mark is clear and visible upon your very back.” She said in a matter-of-fact sort of tone.
My eyes looked away for only a moment, as I remembered what she was talking about. As said, reincarnation is tremendously hard to do correctly. I may have been able to suppress much of my power, but there are still signs pointing to who I was. On my back, lay the symbol of Trinity, etched into my skin from the day I was born. It is a permanent brand of forms, like an even thicker birthmark. To myself, it is simply a remnant, yet of course at the time I didn’t know this. But to the people of Maest, who were sole believers in myself. They revered the mark as a symbol of power and wisdom. Any thing I did was thought to be a message from the gods. Even as a child, when I decided not to go somewhere, or do something, the priests thought it was a large step in understanding the goddess her self. Now you understand why I am being elected, because apparently, I demanded it to be in some form or way.
I didn’t move at all, but I did speak. “Yet I had no choice.” I muttered grimly, and she became enraged.
“No you did not have a choice!” she shouted in response, stepping up to me in some authoritative manner that was supposed to frighten me. I was sure I was angering her with my silence and sudden rebelliousness.
“The same way I didn’t have a choice to bring you into this world, I still fulfilled my duty as your father’s wife, and you will fulfill his as not only his daughter but the one chosen by the goddess herself!” When I read back on this now, I realized something. Would I have really chosen the human Trinity as the next heir to that throne? In all honesty, I wouldn’t care for something so petty, I’ve watched countless kingdoms rise and fall, I’d even lay a wager on who’d go down first, and when it would happen. Yet, would I? Even if I would, I would not choose her. Not even if they sacrificed their children to me. She was weak in her mind, something was wrong with her. Trinity, myself, I did not have what it took to be a leader, and at that time, I would definitely not have what it takes to be a god.
I simply stared at her, barely able to stand straight in my drunken reverie. “Piss off.” I simply mentioned, and waited for her to retaliate. I could feel my cheek hardening after the attack, and could even taste the irony bitterness of blood in mouth.
I slowly saw her anger boiling; she was preparing to strike once more. But I did not flinch, I did not move. There was no point, by the end of the day; my soul was going to be sold away to this land and its inhabitants.
However, the orchestra suddenly started playing a more introductive tone that drew both I and my mother’s attention. Well, the entire audiences actually. I man dressed in a plaid white suite –most likely the holder of the ball- slowly made his way to the stand. The stage was low, but the terrace out-looking the ball room was actually quite high. Much higher than twenty feet at least.
“Ladies and gentlemen!” He bellowed out in a strong deep voice. Everyone growing silent as the fires of the candle chandeliers were dimmed, and one was lit behind him to increase his presence.
“I am Limlic Caostiro, holder of this ball, and your announcer for this fine hour.” Fixed his embroidered frilly chest dress and smiled to the crowd.
“I spent seven hundred million sovereigns for this ultimate celebration. Because to our country, it is worth far more than that,” He bellowed, and motioned to my mother.
“As we all know, great Minare, though beautiful and powerful, is losing her youth in these years.” I realized quickly I was moving as he spoke, my mother dragging me to the stair way leading up to the altar.
“However, as she goes, she leaves with us, an heir, chosen by the goddess herself to rule us!” the audience piped up in a happy clamor, and I was certain, this was my crowning moment.
Mother walked out on stage and spoke out. “People of Maest, we have gathered here today to honor our new ruler, our beloved Trinity!” The crowd began to applaud as the fires lights were lowered on me. But my face showed no excitement, no happiness.
Only weariness, grimness, and disgust could be seen on my face. My mother motioned for me to walk forward and slowly but surely, I did. “With the goddess’ grace, she shall lead Maest into its golden age!” everyone cheered, everyone. And as I watched them all, hatred started to form in me, a hatred for everything. Anything that walked. All these people, they all deserved to be cursed for their ignorance.
I became dizzy, slowly stepping out to stare at them all. My head swirling to look everything was becoming sickly pale and I felt a familiar throbbing sensation suddenly draw itself out. The scene became blood red, everyone was sick and putrid looking to me, they were all monsters and this chamber was meant to prove so. I saw bleak colorless eyes staring at me, all of them, everywhere. I was sick of it. I sat there gazing around with a sick wide-eyed expression. I remember my sight descending down to stare at the glossy marble flooring.
Everyone was staring at me, everyone.
Slowly, I turned to look my mother in the eyes, I felt the dark demented hands of doom wrapping themselves around me. “Goodbye, mother.” I muttered to her with a growl. Then, the crowd watched in horror as I slowly backed off and into the openness of the air around me. Falling off the balcony, I could see my mother’s eyes, wide with a firm expression -something like disbelief- that sent a chill through me. I heard in my split moments of falling, the terror and screams emanating from the crowd.
"Finally, I'm free"...
And everything went to white…