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  • Writer's pictureKiera Marquez

The Girl Named Malum Chapter 12: Maneater (Part I)

Updated: Apr 9

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It's getting worse… The hole is begging to take over parts of the hospital, there's nothing that we can do anymore… The maggots are spreading faster… I can feel them within my soul… It's like I’m losing my mind by the second, but I can’t be too sickly.. I must stay well for this place… I have to keep the monster within the walls at bay…  Just thinking about the woman I found on the side of the road…. She is not what she seems to be, she is something else, something for more than human… I… I can’t explain what this thing is… It's taking over my soul… My mind… I write in my entries… It wants to be known, it wants to be feared… I don’t understand its true goal, but I know… It will do anything to cause chaos to humans…  And before I know it, I’m close to falling into this chaos… A couple days ago, my chest began to form a hole. My veins were popping out of my skin and my heart… is just gone. I don’t know how I’m still alive…  but maybe I am dead, what If this is all just an illusion… What if…. No… I can’t be dead yet… I must stay well… Just for this moment… 

The thing I found, it was awake the entire time… It fooled me, it knew that it could…  I had a feeling it was awake and aware during its time here… but what does it want from me… Why, me? WHY DOES IT HAVE TO BE ME!? Am I just a pathetic loner that it decided to pick on? Am I… just a random target…? I… I found something in the halls one day… It’s a number code;

“15 14 3 5 20 8 5 6 9 14 1 12 3 8 1 16 20 5 18 1 18 18 9 22 5 19 19 15 15 14 20 8 5 13 1 9 14 3 15 21 18 19 5 23 9 12 12 2 5 6 9 14 9 19 8 5 4 1 14 4 4 5 16 18 9 22 5 4 23 9 20 8 9 20 19 2 15 4 25 3 18 21 3 9 6 9 5 4 1 14 4 8 21 14 7 15 22 5 18 20 8 5 3 18 15 19 19 9 20 23 9 12 12 2 5 1 14 5 23 2 15 4 9 13 5 14 20 6 15 18 13 25 3 8 1 15 19 9 23 9 12 12 2 5 6 18 5 5 6 18 15 13 20 8 5 3 8 1 16 20 5 18 19 15 6 23 15 18 4 19 1 14 4 6 9 14 1 12 12 25 19 5 5 20 8 18 15 21 7 8 20 8 5 19 3 18 5 5 14 19 25 15 21 18 5 1 4 9 1 13 18 5 1 12 14 15 20 10 21 19 20 1 2 5 9 14 7 15 14 16 1 16 5 18 9 8 1 22 5 1 19 5 14 19 5 15 6 23 8 1 20 20 8 9 19 23 15 18 12 4 8 1 19 4 15 14 5 25 15 21 1 18 5 16 1 20 8 5 20 9 3 20 8 5 4 1 25 9 19 1 12 13 15 19 20 8 5 18 5”

I don’t know what it means, but it was written in fresh blood. I checked everywhere for signs of blood, there was no lead… This thing, it takes over your mind, it makes you see things that make you crazy… It… wants to be feared, it wants its name to be known… It wants something that I don’t have… but, maybe someone has it… What if… what if maybe? My missing heart… It’s going after hearts… It wants something that a heart has…Pureness and innocence, is that what it wants… why… Why is it the beating soul that keeps us alive…? Oh s##t, I…. I can’t feel my lungs…I can’t feel my skin… I must… tear it off…         

off…I must… tear it off…I must… tear it off…I must… tear it off…   I must… tear it off…I must… tear it off… I must… tear it off…I must… tear it off…  I must… tear it off…I must… tear it off… I̷̲̦͐̊͋̀̔ ̴͚̞͆̀͝m̸̨̮̱̞̣̌̿̂͆̓̚u̸̳͕͐̒̒̽s̶̹̜̟͙͙͔̀͒́̒̊͠t̵͓͙̖͇̝̆̾…̷̞͠ ̵̭͈̩̻̥̹̀̃̊͠t̸̢̞͈̒͑̍̿ë̷̛̜̹͔̱́͗̓ḁ̷͇̰̩̓̅̾̊̕͝ȓ̸̥͇̂̀̑̀ͅ ̶̨̪̆̄͝i̸̪͇̻̯̼̋͋̏͘t̶̡̲̥̖̀͘ ̵̺̯̼̭̦͂͂̃̂̕o̵̗̗͓̍̚f̵̧̜͖͇̜͐̀̉͆f̵̘̗̦̀̚ͅ ̵̜͐̑̿̈́̚ ̴̛̦͈̬̦̙͊ ̸̨̜͂͐ ̵̖̇̓̕̚ ̴͖̫̎͆͠ ̸̤̜͒̓̋̈́̃ ̷͎̈́͠ ̴̨̲̈̔̋̍̑̕ ̶͔̩̙͇͚́ ̴͔͋̈́̓͘ ̸̮̰̰̱̘̾̔̏ͅ ̸̞͓̫̗͔͎̏ ̸̢̳̭͕̺̦̉͂̕̕̕ ̷̞͖̲̀̄́̈̑ ̸͍̫̤̼͕̦̿̈͂͂̿ ̶͎̒̒̇̄̚ ̷̞̺͒̇̃̊̅̕ ̶̟͑̊̑̑ ̴̠̰̭͍̿ͅ ̷͉͖̘̗̳͂̈́́̀ ̷̨̩͕̳̻̃̍̍͗͜ ̵̨̺͈̤̃ ̶̮̯̫̫̾͐̋̀̈́̚ ̷͕̦́̌̏͝ ̵͖̟̅͝ ̷̦̥̖̲̔͒̐̂͠ ̵͇̀̊ ̷̩̰̓͆́̓͝͠ ̶̜̗͚̫̠̀̓͛ ̵̲͛͌̓̄̈́ ̵̣͎͎̟̹̠̋̀͗̅ ̵̨̼̰̥̼̩̽͒͌͝ ̴̩̏̂ ̷̟̭̭͙͈̯̔ ̶̩̦̠̰̱̒̅̈ ̸̧̏͋͝ ̴̠̯̰̙̥̹̅

Pathetic… I’m already within his soul… This fool of a doctor cannot fool God. I have much time till his mind starts to regain his senses… You know, I can tell you are reading this through your screens. You’ve read an interesting story the author has put together haven’t you? It’s disturbing nature, its gore, its langue, its torture… How did you enjoy this story? Did you enjoy sitting through the suffering the characters go through? D̸̯̬͙̀̍̿͆͠ò̷̥̩̺̾͂͂͂̀͝ ̶͙͉̓͒͒̎̏ͅy̶̬̣͚̯̦̹̿̅̎͊̐̓̍͘͜o̸̧͚͓͇̠̤̟͒̋u̸̢̩̬̥͈͕͆̒͆̑ ̵̺̤́̅̚ḙ̶̡͈͇̉̉n̵̦͚̎͆͑̃̑̽̈́̕͝j̷̞̈́̽̆͑o̵̓̀̋͒̌ͅy̷̬̗̫̫͉̥̗̔̎̀͜ ̸̝͍̀̂̑͂̋̎̽w̴̫͔͆̽̀̽͘͝ḩ̸̰̫̺̺͔̞̃̓̓̒ḛ̵͎͐̽͒͘͝n̷͚̟̪͑ ̵̤͈̄͝Ì̵̛̲̥̭̖͗̅̃͝ ̵̧̛̤͕̱̞̮̊̓̍̊̃̐͗̀m̵̥̤̥̀̓̔̈̽̕̚̚a̸̺̗̰̬̖̘̘̮̟̿͆́͆͐̍͝͠k̵̠̋̈́̏̇̃̓̔̈́͝ę̷͋̑̌͂̑ ̴̳̩̎͜t̸̯̆̈̋h̵͎͒ë̶̢͔̣̱̞̪́̇̐ͅm̶̢̛̦̾̈́̈́͗̋̎́͘ ̵̧̹́̓s̵̝̪͍̻̤̈̄̔̍̓ȕ̵͍̇͋̕͝f̶̛̹͙̅̎̔̐̇̓͂̈f̷̻̠̲̱͇̦̯̍̐͗͂͋̍̂̕e̷̛̼͉̙̙͖͔̅̉̒̃̾̽̋͒r̵̳͙̦͈̞͎̠͓̱̄͊̑́̂͗̅̂̿?̴̢̒̄̒̆̀̾͝ ̵̢̙̙͔͍̭̯̈  This… is a story that is fiction… but I am real… I know my presence in this world… I am aware, I know that I was made up and put into a story for an article… I am aware… that the place I am known inside is far away from where the story takes place… Oh… you did think I was just a person on paper? Did you believe the words of the story? You are a fool… a big one… You're stupid… I know what goes on behind the closed screens of society, I know my presence isn’t made clear to the school I am read in… I know… that the author that writes this… is a fool… a lonely soul that wants to make herself known… she wants to be better than the rest… yet her pathetic emotions pull her back… She has written in such detail about me, but it’s not enough… 

When the day comes, I will bring forth the Father and make him watch all his disgusting mistakes wither in the fire as I destroy the creation the Angels worked hard on… The day that you will be all crucified and hung by heads, I will finally show God that I am a true being of the messages and orders he must need… to carry out his legacy… But, I must stay beautiful… I must look pretty and petite… I need…   to be beautiful… 

Victima wanders through the deserted town, the empty streets covered in a thick layer of mold and greenery. The buildings are nothing more than crumbling rubble now, their walls and foundation long since rotted away. The air is thick with a foul, musty smell, the stench of rot and decay. It feels like the town has been frozen in time, like this place is a graveyard. The eerie atmosphere is oppressive, and Victima can feel the hairs on the top of his neck standing on end. Something isn't right about this place, and he's unsure of what it is. The only thing he needed was medical supplies and food, but it seemed like the town had nothing of it. He pulled a wooden slab off of the floor to  only find bugs and dirt; The search wasn’t going so well to begin with. He traveled on, lifting loose pieces of wood and metal, still finding the same product after every turn. So much time had passed as he explored the town, that the sun had begun to set. The town still felt completely silent despite the passage of time, as if no life had ever existed here. The light of the fading sun cast a reddish hue across the town, illuminating the dilapidated structures and rotting buildings. Victima was tired and exhausted, his body aching from the hours of exploration. He had scoured the entire town, looking in every possible corner and alleyway, but found nothing. The town was eerie and silent, as if it had been abandoned by all life. He felt alone and scared in this desolate place, his mind filled with a growing sense of dread. The emptiness and silence of the town were oppressive and unsettling, the atmosphere filled with a thick musty aroma that clung to the air like the grip of death. Victima's search for medical supplies and food had yet to yield any results, and he couldn't help but feel the search would turn up nothing. He had spent hours scouring the entire town, exploring every corner and alleyway he could find, but had turned up nothing. The silence remained unshattered, and the dread in his mind grew stronger with each passing moment. He felt alone and scared, his mind filled with fear. The sun had set and darkness had settled over the town, the eerie red hue of the setting sun giving way to the inky black of night. Victima's body was exhausted and sore, his mind and spirit weary. He had explored every corner of the town, looking for medical supplies and food, but came up empty-handed. He had searched everywhere, but not one thing of use had appeared. It was beginning to feel like he would find nothing in this desolate town. The silence remained unbroken, and the dread in his mind continued to grow. 

Victima stands before the empty, silent town, a sense of unease lingering over him. Suddenly, an angelic voice startled him out of his fatigue, and a bright light pierced through the sky, causing him to shield his eyes. His curiosity is stirred by the call, his mind alert and attentive. He knows that he must find the source of the angelic voice, that its call is drawing him toward something interesting. As he looks up to the bright light, his eyes adjust to the brightness enough to see the silhouette of a figure standing in the distance. The figure is cloaked in shadows, its shape barely discernible. He can see the outline of wings, and he wonders if it's the source of the angelic voice. The figure remains motionless in the distance, its outline shrouded in shadows. It's hard to make out any details, but the vague shape of wings can be seen. 

“Oh child come forth… and I know what you must seek” it said. “...I said come here!”. Suddenly with a violent pull, Victima was lifted into the air and dragged across the town by an invisible force. The speed at which he was being dragged felt as if his ears were going to burst from the pressure. It felt like a tornado had picked him up and was carrying him away at unfathomable speeds. The force dragged him with such ferocity that it was hard to tell where he was going. The town began to blur and become a blur of colors as the speed increased. As Victima came crashing down into the dirt, he dusted off his legs and hands and rubbed his eyes. He was met by a nightmarishly monstrous figure, its radiance illuminating the entire surrounding area for miles. The wings of the creature were beyond length, seemingly extending forever in all directions. The monster loomed over Victima, its presence looming over him with an intimidation that rivaled the fear and dread he had felt earlier. He felt his heart beating faster, and his breathing quickening, his mind filled with a combination of fear and curiosity. The massive creature loomed over Victima, lifting his head; its nails sharp and its voice powerful with dominance. It looked down upon him with disdain, its tone mocking and haughty. “Hmmm, Memith has told me what a ‘handsome toy’ you are…” its voice echoed with hubris, “But you seem like a used up doll left to rot…” its tone shifted to one of judgment, as if it were less than a pawn to be manipulated at any moment. It continued on, “Yet I am not cruel like them, nor am I fascinated about humans… However, there is something about you that intrigues me…” The creature's tone was mysterious, its motives unclear. It seemed to have no interest or agenda, but there was still something it saw in Victima. It seemed to have no ill will towards him, but he could not help but feel like he was being examined by the monster's sharp gaze. “Indeed… you do possess something ‘unique’ within you…” Its tone shifted, now sounding much more interested in Victima, it sat down in the air and crossed its legs. “I can tell that you are different from the others…” Its gaze remained sharp and intense, as if it were carefully studying him. There was an air of authority and power around the monster, as if it were an overlord observing a lowly pawn. Victima wiped his head away from their hand “what others!? Victims!? How do you know such a difference, am I a victim too!?”. The creature seemed amused by Victima's inquiry, its tone still tinged with mockery. “Victim? I have no interest in victims…” its words were full of arrogance and scorn, “but you... you are different. Memith has spoken of those who possess a certain..." it paused, its voice taking on an air of curiosity, "…quality, and I believe you may be one of them.”. The creature let out a dismissive sigh, as if Victima were merely a passing nuisance rather than a subject worth full consideration. "Memith has told me many things..." its tone sounded like a mix of annoyance and amusement, "including who its next "victim" would be..." it trailed off, its voice taking on a sadistic hint of satisfaction. The creature sighed again, its condescension and mockery oozing from its every word. "Your name is literally Victima, it means 'Victim' in Latin, how did you not realize that you would be a victim sooner?" It paused, its tone taking on a more sadistic and mocking quality. "I-I actually never thought about that..." Victima hesitated, his demeanor shifting from disbelief to acceptance. "I-I thought my parents were special when they named me Victima... I-I thought it meant they cared...". The creature let out a hearty and disdainful laugh, shaking its head in amusement. "Your parents are ignorant idiots who couldn't take care of themselves and even a child, your Father was a drunk and your Mother was an addict. You were chosen because of your patheticness and loneliness, but now you're the idiot who is in stage three of the virus..." It glared at Victima coldly, the insult lingering in the air between them. "Yes... it has already invaded you, taken over your lungs, your stomach." The creature's tone suddenly morphed into one of mocking amusement, as if it was enjoying the situation. "It's slowly but surely taking over your body, making you part of itself, and when it's finally completed you will become one of them." The creature seemed to find the situation hilarious, its cruel smile lingering almost tauntingly. '`Don't you remember the line?; ‘When a heart escapes its hollow prison, the disease will spread to the host and make the next meal…’ “. It laughed maniacally, Victima froze with fear “What do you mean by I possess a certain quality…?”. It sighed “You are one of the first people who discovered the true identity of Memith, when I overheard your discovery, I laughed. Memith is a pathetic soul known for getting attention, they failed to keep themselves hidden…”. It stood up “Michael and Rafael have told you too much, they know how much anger they put that thing into. You made yourself vulnerable when you first took her option to love her, your heart weakened due to love but now your fear has been stronger…”. “I need to stop her- I mean they- I mean- It?” Victima stuttered, “Call it whatever, it has been in many things-” it sighed “Though I doubt you’d even get to lay a finger on them. Perhaps you can just kill youself to ease the suffering” they pulled out a smoke pipe adorned with clear quartz and gold. They took a whiff and huffed out the smoke “Memith always thought that they could be a step above me for how close they were with god… But I had to put them in their place… that day was something…”. Victima paused, “I hate to ask… But what happened last time…?”. It sat down “If my head can remember… It was a normal day for heaven, the seven were watching over the ‘experiments’ , observing their feelings and such… I was busy tormenting sinners while Memith massacred traitors. As we returned to the corridors, Memith was fooling around with a quora, it was disgusting and a huge disrespect to our God. Oh how I remember that day…

I stared at Memith, their eyes glowing red with hatred. I knew I shouldn't have yelled but I must keep them in line... "Oh, you fool! Why won't you let me enjoy my life?!" Memith screamed, "You and your succubi are always toying around with humans! You're always ruining their lives by feeding your own personal desires!" I stared at them in disgust. "I left that life behind me, I follow the path of pure and honor...". “No one is pure, everyone breaks their honor all the time, what difference does that make…? Don’t you ever think about the choices God makes? Do you not see past their mistakes? Do you not understand… HOW MESSED UP HIS ACTIONS ARE!?”. I paused to think about their actions, but I know I must not question… As it is against our code… “You know we can’t question God’s choices! You know that you will be  casted for such things!”. Memith stared at me in anger and disappointment “We need more fun in our lives! Who doesn’t want to do what humans do!? Who doesn’t want to experience life like hu-”. I snapped my attention back to Memith, my anger and annoyance finally boiling over and pushing me over the edge. "Silence! You will speak of no such thing! Know your place, Memith!" I snarled, unable to keep my anger in check any longer. The way they were talking about humans and experiencing life like them was utter nonsense, and I couldn't let them continue speaking such reckless words. 

They drew their sword that they used to execute. Memith's attack caught me off guard, their sudden movement and lightning-fast speed catching me unprepared. In that split second of distraction, they managed to cut clean through my arm and pierce my wing with their sword, the sharp blade cutting deep into the flesh and muscle. I screamed in pain, the sudden and intense agony causing my body to tremble uncomfortably. Blood soaked my clothes and pooled on the floors, staining the marble ground with a deep crimson hue. Memith moved in for another attack before I could get away, their sword glinting dangerously as it swung towards my head. I managed to spin away at the last moment, narrowly avoiding the vicious attack. Memith's sword cut through my wing, and I felt my adrenaline kicking in and pumping in my blood. My breath quickened as my heart began to race. Pain filled my body as the adrenaline rush filled my system. I looked up at Memith, their expression still filled with aggression and hatred as they began to approach me slowly. "You foolish thing," they said, their voice cold and condescending. "Do you not remember who holds the power here?”. "I know my place"... I replied, my voice quivering with fear and regret. "But I can't stand by and watch as you continue to use such barbaric and senseless methods..." I felt the adrenaline kicking in even harder, the pain flaring up. "Memith, you have to understand that there's a better way.." I had to try to convince them, try to get them to see the light. “We need to keep our honor intact and stay true to our code, not do what the humans do!". “Oh that's fancy coming from a being of death! You bring torture onto sinners, you bring hell onto Earth and cause calamity between humans! Aren't you causing the same as them!?”. “And yet you are the one who is attempting to execute me, simply for speaking against your tyrannical orders. You are no better than I am, you simply hide your malice and cruel actions behind a facade of justice. You bring death and torment to sinners, but only so that you may feel superior to them. You pretend to be righteous and just, but you are just as twisted and cruel as any other demon.” I yelled back at Memith. "I am simply performing my duty..." Memith snapped back, their voice still filled with condescension and disdain. "I bring justice to those who have committed sins against our code, those who have violated the sacred laws of Heaven and Hell. I serve the one who holds absolute power, absolute authority...". Memith paused for a moment, their face twisting into an expression of anger. "You dare call me twisted and cruel? You are the one who has committed the unspeakable sin of questioning our divine creator.". "I only wished to open your eyes to the truth..." I replied, my voice growing even more fearful and hesitant. "I only wanted you to see that there was more to being a servant than blindly following orders. I only wanted to encourage you to think for yourself..." I knew I had gone too far, that I was crossing lines here, but I couldn't help myself. I had to keep talking, had to keep trying to get Memith to understand. 

I swung my talons at Memith, slicing their face. Their skin slid off and splattered onto the ground. Memith screamed in pain “. "You... you... monster!!" Memith screamed, their voice now broken by pain and sorrow. "You have taken away my beauty...". More cries emanated from them, their hands still desperately holding their wounded face. Tears streamed down their eyes, mingling with the fresh blood on their face. "You... you... HOW DARE YOU?" they snarled with fury, their breathing quickening and their hands trembling with rage. "Do you not understand the consequences of attacking me? Do you not understand what you have done???". "Oh I do! You know what happens when you mess with the being of death..." my body begins to transform as the aura turns dark and cold. My claws become sharp and the world begins to rumble. My voice is distorted "You've done so wrong by showing disrespect to me...". "You dare speak to me of disrespect?" Memith's rage grows even stronger, their voice full of hatred and disdain. "I am Memith, the executioner- I am chosen to enforce the wrath of God himself, to carry out their justice.". "You dare challenge my divine authority and threaten my very existence?". Do you not know who you are challenging?" Memith's voice continued to grow in intensity, their emotions rising up in a twisted amalgamation of fury and hate. "I am not some mortal that you can simply defeat with a few words... I am the embodiment of punishment, and you, you are a tiny speck in my realm." I loom over Memith "The only thing you have accomplished by attacking me is a death sentence on yourself..." I clenched my hands into fists of fury. "I have no need to fight you directly... for I wield immense power that is much beyond you... " I withdraw my scythe "Your fate is sealed by this foolish stunt.". I spin the scythe slowly, the blade glinting in the light with an ominous shine. My gaze was still full of mock and disdain, as I spoke with an eerie calmness to my voice. "You have no way to escape this, my prey," they continued on. "Your fate is already carved into the stone of this moment, and there's nothing you can do to alter that...". 

Memith lunged towards me, with their sword in hand “I always wanted a real fight with a death god!” they yelled. Memith dove at me with their sword raised, their words filled with confidence and arrogance. I quickly avoided the attack, my reflexes sharpening as I felt the rush of adrenaline coursing through my veins. I quickly lunged back at Memith, my own attacks quick and nimble. Memith managed to block my attacks with their sword, the clatter of metal sounding through the air. Our eyes locked in a fierce stare down, as our movements became faster and more intense. "You know what happens during every disagreement heaven has! You know that god will strike down their forces!". Memith continued to glare at me, their eyes filled with a twisted and dangerous intensity. They let out a harsh chuckle, their voice dripping with contempt and disdain. "So what if I know? Are you telling me you expect to receive divine intervention? You think that God will suddenly stop what we are doing and intervene?". I circle around Memith with my scythe in hand "Admit it, you are scared of confrontation, you know that he will banish you from Heaven! I know how hard you will break when you become a disappointment  in front of the person you desire to be perfect in front of the most!". "You think you know me so much?" Memith snapped back. "You have no idea what I have done, what I have sacrificed, for the sake of serving Him. You think you can taunt me, scare and frighten me by talking of conflict and confrontations? I have done so much more, have stood my ground against far greater enemies than you.". Memith's grip on the sword grew even tighter, their eyes narrowing even more as their fury continued to grow. They took a step forward, moving towards me. "Do you think you can truly stand equal to me?" they asked, their tone growing even more harsh. "Oh I can't...but he can..." I move aside as the heavenly principles stand forth "God, I shall be in the chambers torturing those traitors". 

Memith froze in their path, their eyes widening slightly as they stared at the heavenly principle standing before them. Their grip on the sword loosened slightly, a sudden chill of fear gripping their heart. "I-" they began to speak, but their words faltered as they saw the principle standing before them. Memith let out a deep sigh, and finally spoke..."God...I only wanted to follow in your sacred path, to serve you in the best way I knew..."Their voice began to crack slightly, as their grip on the sword loosened even more. Memith looked up towards the heavenly principal with a mixture of fear, regret, and desperation in their eyes.* "I only wanted to do what was right, what you instructed me to do..." their voice quivering slightly, as they seemed to falter and waiver. The principal remained in position, its presence filling the room with a cold and eerie sense of silence. Its expression was still and unchanging, as Memith waited for a response. "Please... let me have another chance..." Memith's voice came out shaky and wavering, as they seemed to quiver with fear. The heavenly principal remained silent for a few long moments, as they studied Memith's expression and movements carefully. At last, they spoke..."I see the regret in your eyes, the fear, the desire for another chance. However, the path you have chosen is filled with many hardships and obstacles, many sacrifices and pains, and it is not one that allows for second chances...". Memith's eyes grew even more fearful as the principal spoke, their face now filled with despair and sadness. "W-what do you mean...you won't... you won't give me another chance?" they asked in a pleading tone, almost as if they were begging. "The path you have chosen is not one that allows for mistakes, for missteps, for failures." The principal gave a slight, gentle shake of their head. "This path is one of eternal devotion, and one of ultimate sacrifice.". Memith's face began to twist slightly, as they struggled to hold back tears. A mixture of sadness and regret and fear flooded their thoughts, and their expression continued to falter. "Please..." they began to plead, "You have to understand. I only wanted to serve you... I only wanted to be worthy of your love...". "You have failed in that regard." The principal replied, its voice still cold and unchanging. "You have disappointed, defied, and disobeyed me." It paused for a moment, its expression still and silent. "And the worst part... is that you did it willingly, and without remorse.". Memith's eyes filled with even more sadness, as they continued to plead and beg for forgiveness. "Please...." they began to beg, as they fell to their knees in front of the principal. "I will do better, I promise... I will prove myself worthy...". The principle remained silent, their expression still unchanging as they watched Memith's desperate plea. After another few moments of silence, the heavenly being spoke once more.* "You have not only failed me, you have failed yourself...". Memith's eyes grew even more worried and desperate, as they continued to plead and beg. "No..." they shook their heads feverishly, their words becoming more frantic and erratic. "I'll do more, I'll be better, I'll-". 

The principal cut short Memith's panicked plea, their tone growing more stern and serious. "That is not enough." they replied, their voice carrying more authority and authority. "You have already caused enough damage with your failure and defiance.". They raise their hand "You will be casted out of heaven for eternity, banished from all honor and code. You will rot on the Earth and die as a mortal". "You left me no choice..." the principal spoke calmly, their tone cold and stern. "You have let your desires and ambitions get the better of you, and now you face the consequences. You rejected your purpose, and now you will be exiled from the place that you have called home for so long...". "You-" the principal's words hung in the air for a moment, as Memith's eyes widened with fear. "I-I can't go...I can't live on the Earth..." they muttered in disbelief, the realization slowly sinking in as they began to realize the severity of the situation. "You can't do this!".The principal gave a slight nod, their expression still unchanging. "It has already been decided... you have brought this upon yourself..." They raise an arm, and begin to gesture. "You shall be stripped of all heavenly power and authority...". Memith's eyes filled with pure misery and regret as the principle began to tear apart their wings, slowly and mercilessly. Their pain and suffering felt like it was a physical entity, as Memith began to groan and wail loudly in agony. Their body was slowly stripped of all heavenly power as their angelic form faded and died, their wings being the first part of their body to disappear. Their screams sounded so bone chilling… 

The rest of Memith's body was stripped away, piece by piece, as they were slowly reduced to a mortal. Their arms, then their legs, their torso… everything slowly disappeared beneath the heavenly principles' power as Memith's screaming increased and grew even more frantic. Their form was reduced to nothing but a human soul, their mortal self. They were now mortal being. I watched as god pushed them into the portal; their body falling into Earth's atmosphere and disappearing. I looked towards the Principal, he observed the portal below as I waited for him to speak. "Memith's journey has come to an unfortunate end..." the Principal spoke calmly, his voice filled with a gentle yet cold and calculating demeanor. "They have been punished for their misdeeds and transgressions, banished to the mortal realm to spend the rest of eternity as a mortal creature.". "A shame, really... it is always difficult to see one of our own fall to such depths." the Principle continued, his voice carrying that gentle and calculated tone "But it was their own fault... they left us no other choice.". I bow down to the floor "My lord, please I apologize for my outburst in the realm. Please, cleanse my soul of sins!". The Principal looks upon me with an amicable and calm expression, seeming to smile and nod in approval. "You have nothing to apologize for, my child." They speak gently, their voice carrying that same gentle and calm demeanor. "Your outburst was understandable, and is a reflection of your devotion and loyalty.". "However, we both know that you need not fear for your soul, for you did not have an outburst out of ill intent or malice, rather, as a result of your emotions and care towards Heaven..." The Principal continues, their tone still calm and gentle. "To see one of our own suffer, to be punished in such a way..." the Principal pauses for a brief split-second, before resuming their speech. "It is understandable that you may have felt anger, rage, or even despair.". He tilted my chin “But you must go down there and observe their ways… Make sure that they are not trying to enter heaven once more or turning themselves into a god… “I do not believe they would be foolish enough to do so, given their current situation, however, it is still a good precaution to take. If you see any hint of their former self trying to make themselves a god, or re-entering heaven, you must inform me immediately… understood?”. "Y-yes I understand, I will go down... my lord..." I shook with fear but I stood my ground “. The Principal  paused "You know what, now that I think of it... I... don't need... you... anymore...". 

The Principal gave a small smirk and nodded once more, “I will handle this myself…. I am much more qualified than you, anyway…”. He slowly drew out a dagger, the blade sharp and glinting. He slowly walked over to me, pointing the tip of the blade towards my neck. “No… I don't need anyone anymore…” he muttered quietly, as his grip on the blade continued to grow tighter. “You see, you are simply a pawn in our grand plans…” he continued, his voice growing slightly more intense. “Just another piece to use and move at our will… and once you have served your purpose, I no longer need you…”. Before I knew, my head left my body. My blood painted the walls and plants, my tears stained my face. The Principal smirked, a twisted smile spreading across his face as he examined the remains of my body. He slowly wiped off his own face, still wearing that same twisted smile. “Finally… Now that... everyone is gone...I alone can be a god”. He chuckled to himself, his tone now filled with insanity, malice, and twisted desires of power…

 “He pushed my body into the portal… The last thing I could remember was him staring into my soul with these beautiful eyes… and now here I am, stuck here because of a stupid mistake Memith made…” It said with sadness “I spent my entire life under a god who made me feel like I was worth something, but to him I was a pawn so he could easily control… I… Should’ve been  high on my guard from the start…”. Victima stood up straight “So what your telling me  is that you got f##ked up by God himself because of Mal-Memith…”. It sighed “Yes, but that day made me realize that everything that they said made me realize the truth. It was selfish of me for not standing up to God… but I was afraid of death itself… Though it is funny, I am the God of Death. The way Malum is, the way Memith is, it is all caused by boredom and the God itself… The only way for this cycle to stop is if we condemn God… They will see that God is truly responsible for his action… I only know that they wanted to be noticed…”. 

It turned away “You know that me and Malum-Memith and I were deemed as lovers? We were inseparable. As spawnlings we both wished to be at the top and serve for God… But as we grew, God began to turn his attention to me. He adorned me with gifts and lessons, I was given knowledge so powerful that it was eating me alive… But then the day hit when we were finally able to serve him…”. “And how was that day…?” Victima asked concerned, it chuckled “There was a trial, it was held to see who could stand beside the being himself. Me and Memith were put against each other, when the battle began Memith put forth their entire rage into the fight. I wasn’t good in combat but I was able to dodge each attack…” they paused “when the final draw came, I landed a blow in Memith’s heart. I ripped it out and crushed it. When I was celebrated for winning, Memith layed in their pool of blood staring at me in hatred and disappointment, they finally stood up, withdrew their blade and stormed out of the arena.”. It looked back at Victima “From then on, I’d be placed in the highest rank in Heaven and Memith would be placed down with the executioners… We stopped talking and our relationship ended. God said it was better to be feared than loved…”. 

Victima reached his hands towards them but they clenched Victima’s hand with force, their nails were piercing into his skin. It looked back at him, its eyes were filled with a gaping flood of darkness “Though, enough of my sob story… From now on you will help aid me in this war, whether you like it or-”. Suddenly a blade of light pierced through its heart. They let go of Victima as the  wound began to burn within them “AAAARRGGHH! YOU F###IN B###H! WHO THREW THAT!?” it yelled holding its chest “COME OUT HERE YOU COWARD!”. Shadows flashed behind them, it whipped around but saw nothing “Come out! You're pathetic if you're hiding from me! Superior God-!”. “DUMAH!” a voice echoed with rage “RELEASE VICTIMA!”. “I know that voice… RAFAEL! YOU DARE COME SHOW YOUR FACE!? FACE ME YOU COWARD!” Dumah yelled, a loud crash and the Earth shook “Get out of the shadows!”. 

An absurd bodyment of light glowed, it flashed Dumah’s eyes, making them burn. Victima turned to see two large eyes, adorned with swan wings and gold halos. “Holy sh-” Victima was interrupted when Dumah threw him across the town “Stay there while I take care of this!” Dumah’s voice was filled with rage and chaos “It's funny that you both pull out your TRUE FORMS!”. Dumah shifted into a corrupted form; their wings turned dark and sharp, talons were knives and its face was unrecognizable. “This will be a rematch for the last time…” Rafael and Michael said in unison as they drew their swords “Remember what your place is Dumah…”


-End of Part 1

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