02-13-2020, 10:28 AM
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A burning fury so painfully hot, Karen was certain she would light aflame. It bubbled in her blood and spread throughout her entire body, there was a tremble in her hands as she dug her nails into the flesh of her arms; though she couldn't be sure if it was a product of betrayal or a directed anger. The fleeting fear of Kai truly being dead giving her pause, before her mind dismissed the possibility in favor of putting down an upstart who thought he could simply replace their Messiah. As if he could ever be Kai. The silence of everyone around her seemed to fuel her anger, the idea that people were so willing to accept this as a fact—as if they believed that he would not come back to them. Karen knew better, she liked to believe she knew him better than the others. He wouldn't leave her here—them, she corrected. He'd made a promise to return to Isaac and assuming his death was an added insult to the infected injury that had spread over the children. If this was some test given to them by Abaddon, then surely they had failed.
Calloused hands slammed against the pew in front of her, the loud bang ringing throughout the church as she pushed herself to unsteady feet. She could feel her jaw throb—once, twice, thrice—and the rhythmic dripping of blood from the corner of her lips, having bitten down too deeply into her tongue. Grabbing the arm of the young farmer aside her, Karen threw the boy out of her way as she pushed into the isle; she could see nothing now, the red haze over her eyes blocking everything but Samuel's face from her vision. She had never wanted to throttle someone as much as she did in the moment, wanted nothing more than to see him bloodied and limp at the feet of their Messiah when he returned.
"Kai is not dead!" He couldn't be, he wasn't, she reasoned. Standing fully, she took a shaky breath in as brown-blue eyes cast accusation against the gathering of disciples. They were going to let this happen, were going to sit back and weep for someone they believed dead without demanding proof. She had always been loyal to Kai, her belief falling more upon the Messiah than it did upon their demonic God; perhaps it would damn her one day, but she'd die knowing she had follow the preaching of her chosen one. "You speak blasphemy, deception, how do we know you're following the word of Abaddon? You know nothing about His wants, about His design, none of us do—none but Malachi. I refuse to follow you, and so should the rest of you!" Turning away from Samuel, Karen stared into the crowd—hatred, anger, disappointment, betrayal—"He isn't dead and you're all going to let someone take his place, whatever test Abaddon has given us... I'm sure we've failed."
She could feel her hands curling up, nails once again digging into flesh as she squared her shoulders and faced the liar. "When he returns, I'll see you dead. You were right, this is a cleanse, and all heretics will be put down like mutts." By her hands if need be, she would not see Kai tossed aside as if he meant nothing. Even if he was no longer alive ( the ache thumping against her chest ), he deserved to be brought back to his home and not forgotten while some temporary leader tried to take more power than they deserved.
A burning fury so painfully hot, Karen was certain she would light aflame. It bubbled in her blood and spread throughout her entire body, there was a tremble in her hands as she dug her nails into the flesh of her arms; though she couldn't be sure if it was a product of betrayal or a directed anger. The fleeting fear of Kai truly being dead giving her pause, before her mind dismissed the possibility in favor of putting down an upstart who thought he could simply replace their Messiah. As if he could ever be Kai. The silence of everyone around her seemed to fuel her anger, the idea that people were so willing to accept this as a fact—as if they believed that he would not come back to them. Karen knew better, she liked to believe she knew him better than the others. He wouldn't leave her here—them, she corrected. He'd made a promise to return to Isaac and assuming his death was an added insult to the infected injury that had spread over the children. If this was some test given to them by Abaddon, then surely they had failed.
Calloused hands slammed against the pew in front of her, the loud bang ringing throughout the church as she pushed herself to unsteady feet. She could feel her jaw throb—once, twice, thrice—and the rhythmic dripping of blood from the corner of her lips, having bitten down too deeply into her tongue. Grabbing the arm of the young farmer aside her, Karen threw the boy out of her way as she pushed into the isle; she could see nothing now, the red haze over her eyes blocking everything but Samuel's face from her vision. She had never wanted to throttle someone as much as she did in the moment, wanted nothing more than to see him bloodied and limp at the feet of their Messiah when he returned.
"Kai is not dead!" He couldn't be, he wasn't, she reasoned. Standing fully, she took a shaky breath in as brown-blue eyes cast accusation against the gathering of disciples. They were going to let this happen, were going to sit back and weep for someone they believed dead without demanding proof. She had always been loyal to Kai, her belief falling more upon the Messiah than it did upon their demonic God; perhaps it would damn her one day, but she'd die knowing she had follow the preaching of her chosen one. "You speak blasphemy, deception, how do we know you're following the word of Abaddon? You know nothing about His wants, about His design, none of us do—none but Malachi. I refuse to follow you, and so should the rest of you!" Turning away from Samuel, Karen stared into the crowd—hatred, anger, disappointment, betrayal—"He isn't dead and you're all going to let someone take his place, whatever test Abaddon has given us... I'm sure we've failed."
She could feel her hands curling up, nails once again digging into flesh as she squared her shoulders and faced the liar. "When he returns, I'll see you dead. You were right, this is a cleanse, and all heretics will be put down like mutts." By her hands if need be, she would not see Kai tossed aside as if he meant nothing. Even if he was no longer alive ( the ache thumping against her chest ), he deserved to be brought back to his home and not forgotten while some temporary leader tried to take more power than they deserved.
[div style="borderwidth; width: 450px; padding: 0px; text-align: ; line-height: 100%; font-size: 15pt; font-family: ariel; color: black"][b]We can't go to hell if we're already there .