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Claudia cannot breathe. Perhaps the infusion was too strong this time - perhaps Abaddon is no longer willing to push blood through her veins, perhaps he is mercifully, lovingly leading her down to the path to... darkness. A world without pain. This pain chokes inside her as .... Samuel? That was his name, as Samuel speaks, his words drifting in and out of her reality like the stars blinked in and out of her vision at night. She's crying, maybe. Claudia doesn't know. The girl is clutching her raggedy stuffed bear close to her chest, eyes screwed shut as she lays on a pew, wondering if perhaps this is punishment for something she's done. There's no euphoria, there's nothing that Claudia is used to.
Then, the words are spoken. Kai is dead. Samuel is the new Messiah. That can't be right. That can't be right. Frankly, Claudia couldn't give a shit if Kai himself is dead or not - he would die someday. Someday soon. She knew that, just like she knew everyone she encountered would die. But this isn't right. Kai... he had plans, he had ideas.... a scream builds in her throat. She needed him. Samuel could speak to Abaddon the same, sure, but she didn't know how he'd react to the things Claudia had done for Abaddon. What she'd been doing. If he'd even bother to speak to Abaddon with the same seriousness Kai had.
The eight year old rises (despite her building headache, the rise of nausea coming from her throat), clutching her bear in her hand as she fixes her pale, bloodshot eyes on Samuel (she had been crying, after a careful examination of her cheeks). "This isn't right." Her voice is high, whining, half-pleading for Samuel to take back his words. "We have no proof he's dead. We have no proof that this... any of this isn't a test. From Abaddon." Claudia takes a pause, thin shoulders heaving as she suddenly gags. The infusion was wrong. This didn't feel right....
Perhaps Abaddon was sending her a message, a message that was now splattering the floor of the church, stomach acid and prophetic understanding mixing and melding and pouring out the girl's throat. She's crying harder now, wondering if anyone else had felt promptings in this way. Abaddon couldn't send her a normal message, she was never good enough. Claudia had done some apparent wrong, and this.. this was a warning.
Shaking violently, the child wipes her mouth, tries to spit out any aftertaste. Peyote was one hell of a drug. "I want to find him." Claudia says, voice oddly stable despite the feeling of fear that rose up in her. He was speaking to her, He was warning her. Abaddon would do something worse to her, next time, if she didn't speak her mind. "I have to find him." She's not requesting. "Even a body, for burial. If we found him, maybe the sickness will end."
Claudia sighs deeply, a sigh that goes beyond the worries of an eight year old who's just thrown up in front of her friends. "If we cannot find him, if I can't find him... I'll accept his fate. Abaddon must find a new Messiah soon, anyways. But until then.." Claudia shakes her head, tight ringlets rippling like a golden river.
"This is wrong."
Claudia cannot breathe. Perhaps the infusion was too strong this time - perhaps Abaddon is no longer willing to push blood through her veins, perhaps he is mercifully, lovingly leading her down to the path to... darkness. A world without pain. This pain chokes inside her as .... Samuel? That was his name, as Samuel speaks, his words drifting in and out of her reality like the stars blinked in and out of her vision at night. She's crying, maybe. Claudia doesn't know. The girl is clutching her raggedy stuffed bear close to her chest, eyes screwed shut as she lays on a pew, wondering if perhaps this is punishment for something she's done. There's no euphoria, there's nothing that Claudia is used to.
Then, the words are spoken. Kai is dead. Samuel is the new Messiah. That can't be right. That can't be right. Frankly, Claudia couldn't give a shit if Kai himself is dead or not - he would die someday. Someday soon. She knew that, just like she knew everyone she encountered would die. But this isn't right. Kai... he had plans, he had ideas.... a scream builds in her throat. She needed him. Samuel could speak to Abaddon the same, sure, but she didn't know how he'd react to the things Claudia had done for Abaddon. What she'd been doing. If he'd even bother to speak to Abaddon with the same seriousness Kai had.
The eight year old rises (despite her building headache, the rise of nausea coming from her throat), clutching her bear in her hand as she fixes her pale, bloodshot eyes on Samuel (she had been crying, after a careful examination of her cheeks). "This isn't right." Her voice is high, whining, half-pleading for Samuel to take back his words. "We have no proof he's dead. We have no proof that this... any of this isn't a test. From Abaddon." Claudia takes a pause, thin shoulders heaving as she suddenly gags. The infusion was wrong. This didn't feel right....
Perhaps Abaddon was sending her a message, a message that was now splattering the floor of the church, stomach acid and prophetic understanding mixing and melding and pouring out the girl's throat. She's crying harder now, wondering if anyone else had felt promptings in this way. Abaddon couldn't send her a normal message, she was never good enough. Claudia had done some apparent wrong, and this.. this was a warning.
Shaking violently, the child wipes her mouth, tries to spit out any aftertaste. Peyote was one hell of a drug. "I want to find him." Claudia says, voice oddly stable despite the feeling of fear that rose up in her. He was speaking to her, He was warning her. Abaddon would do something worse to her, next time, if she didn't speak her mind. "I have to find him." She's not requesting. "Even a body, for burial. If we found him, maybe the sickness will end."
Claudia sighs deeply, a sigh that goes beyond the worries of an eight year old who's just thrown up in front of her friends. "If we cannot find him, if I can't find him... I'll accept his fate. Abaddon must find a new Messiah soon, anyways. But until then.." Claudia shakes her head, tight ringlets rippling like a golden river.
"This is wrong."
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✰[b] — DON'T BE FOOLED BY THE PINK, SHE IS NOT PLAYING DOLLS
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