VERSE III
A tense yet sullen atmosphere. The wind howling outside, rattling the windows, ruffling the trees along its path.
A tense sensation, a dispute between her master and this man, the innkeeper.
Seraphina had no grievances with the man, but if her master has one, so would she.
It is the duty of a loyal servant.
But calling her occasion ticked her off, composing and compressing the anger she suddenly had.
She let out a puff of air, moving her now black hair, off her face to the side of her ears.
" Do you have a problem with my Lord, dear sir?". She let out her thoughts, her voice though cracked still had a hint of harmony expressing her former high ranking state.
She has her way with wordplay, it had been thought to her by the Archangel Uriel.
She had but a moment to reminisce her past, at which she had almost attained the level of the archangels but she shook her head.
The Innkeeper lips curled into a wry smile. His eyelids closed under his monocle.
He turned towards Kato.
" Perhaps, did I wrong your servant sir?." He reported his disdain to Kato, of whom suddenly turned towards Seraphina, startling her instantly.
" Had he wronged you? Have you met him before?". Her master's voice suddenly grew tense.
His eyes were fierce, resembling the eyes in the enigma she saw when they clashed against each other.
She shook with fear, falling to the floor instantly, bowing her head; a sign of her submission.
" No master, he had not. I was merely expressing the emotions you felt. It is the duty of a servant to be the hand of the master.". She said, her pitch gaining a sudden rise expressing the fear that shook her bones.
Shit! She had gotten all complacent around him, because he had been soft towards her. She has totally forgot who he is.
She fixed her face to bloodied floor, filth smeared upon her forehead.
" You need not be so harsh sir—" the innkeeper's voice eased the tension zipping her spine. She was just relieved from penance by the same person she was ready throw hands on.
What an absurd kindness!. It's not normal, is it?
" Neither at her nor at me.!" His forehead wrinkled even more.
His skin had pores, pores seeming to be far to wide yet his facial structure and oversll being was delightful.
A strong man despite his skin saying the opposite.
Yes indeed. He was a strong man, so was the animosity inside of him.
Seraphina just needed one look at him, and she already saw everything.
The power of her original eye.
It could snapshot everything about a person's wellbeing instantly and be kept forever.
Well, she has only one now which was her right eye.
The left one got eaten by that dead baby in the time vacuum, even though she had regenerated.
She never had her original left eye anymore.
Yet, her master, Kato, still left the last eye upon her instead of taking it for himself.
One thing was obvious though, her master and this innkeeper—they abhor each other.
" Why did you not come forth when I called you?" Kato asked, still sitting atop the broken table. His hair pushed to his back to reveal his facial repulsive scar, yet the purple runes on gleamed not.
The oversized shirt he wore made his nose itch. It stunk alright.
" Matters tugged at my shirt, sir. I do have to rid myself of such that keeps me in a stronghold before moving forward,—"
His monocle gleamed from the light the warm bulbs gave.
" Is it not so sir?" His lips curled more. The cunningess from his words made Seraphina despise him.
And there was laughter, her master had suddenly burst out laughing.
She raised her head to enquire, but her eyes saw another with which brought her confusion.
Her master and the innkeeper where laughing, and shook each other's hands.
What??
What happened to the tense atmosphere? Where did it suddenly go? And his animosity?
She scanned with her eye, but there was none.
Not even a remnant.
It vanished into thin air.
She was taken aback, suddenly falling, not on her knees but her buttocks.
But she fell atop the wrong floor. Suddenly sitting atop a dead body, it's bones broke open and stabbed the left part of her buttocks.
She jolted up immediately.
In a tumble, between her sudden emotional state and her newfound physical pain.
She did not even take note of her surroundings, as she removed the medium sized bone.
Black blood leaked out of her, turning the bottom of her reddish white robe... black.
She looked up, her eyes meeting the gazes of the people before her.
Her master, had a look of uncertainty.
The Innkeeper, well, still smiling but his eyes closed.
Once again, they both burst out laughing. Pointing fingers towards her, and made jest even more.
Seraphina was in dismay, her physical agony stiffened her movements and her sudden emotional swings made her nervous.
She had never encountered such emotional pull before, what's this sudden movement in her emotions and character?
She stood there, the blood still pouring ofcourse, but she could not find it amusing.
Why laugh at one of whom is in a state of dismay and peril?.
Was this how mortals made jest of each other in their pain?
If it was so, then she would return her master's welcome.
But if she does so, she would die and her reason for being a servant would be jeopardized as well.
And they paused their laughter, both of them smiling.
" Seraphina,?" She was instantly slapped out from her thoughts from his voice.
" Yes, sir?" She couldn't gaze into her master's eyes, she cast glances across the room.
" I had never even looked at your eyes before," he said stroking his chin.
The statement she had not want to hear. She did encode her thoughts in her language, as well as now, every single time it's related to her, she encodes it.
Suddenly now, he sees it? He sees her eye? Would he take it?
" Your right eye is quite interesting." His tone was sharp, cut deep into her skin like dagger.
" You flatter me, master." She replied. Shit!. She messed up right now, it's a principle told to her by Archangel Uriel.
A sharp gust of wind swept her off her feet.
Her throat mangled by the hands of her master.
She did not dare to break free, collapsing with her neck in his arms, she was before him —being strangled by him.
Her throat gurgled as she tried to voice out her apologies.
He tightened his grip even more.
Tears escaped her eyelids. Her face reddened and her vision blurred.
She could her own gurgles, and the wind beneath her feet.
The innkeeper suddenly had no physical presence before her nor her master.
Uriel had told her of a being, a being second in ranking of the opposite absolute of creation.
A being second in line in the rank of Iniquity.
She had initially pronounced such statement to determine what being he was, at least know how powerful he is.
If her judgements were to be proven true.
Uriel had told her, that this being hates statements or actions that elevates ones pride and destroys his.
Not that most deities and even mortals do not possess such, but his was absolute and very frugal.
He abhors such that he is willing to make the proclaimer of such speech extinct.
She knew not his name which existence called him, but the name which she had been told by the Archangels to abhor and absolutely abstain.
A little connection with him would mean facing the Order of whom the Archangels receive their assignments from.
The most revered beings, said to had even birth existence itself and everything in it.
Yet, only the Archangels know the truth.
A newfound horror encroached her as she quealed and quaked.
Her tears begged her master for mercy.
" I really hate that you know?". His voice was deeper, eventually breaking off from his childish tone.
He loosened his grip, releasing Seraphina to the floor.
She gasped for breath, coughing and quaking.
Saliva oozed from her mouth whilst she wiped it with her hands.
She held her neck, her vision slowly returning.
Her throat throbbed violently, chills were sent down her spine.
Her master!— Uriel had told her of the prophecy and his name,
Written in the old Language, the translation read;
The deceiver and destroyer was he,
Yet he was deceived,
By his hands, existence would meet it's doom.
Yet by his lineage, shall existence be saved.
She smashed her forehead to the floor, her saliva splattering across her face.
Her master was no Saviour of Existence.
Why did the gods call him that?. Is he aware of this?
Are the beings of existence using him?.
The beings that side with him, revolt against Existence.
So they are rebellious? She couldn't believe it as her heart ached.
For her former colleagues, she wept.
Despite in divinity, they are already heading towards damnation.
Ignorance, for they do not know?. Ignorance does kill and waste lives, but how would they even know?.
If she had never fallen she would never even know this?
What happens to they that do not truly know? Damnation is already their path? Why?.
Is that not unfair?.
And the Archangels... They are the only angelic beings that do not follow the assignment of the gods, but the beings of higher grace, The Order.
The Archangels know the truth, yet why do they keep it to theirselves.
What about the so called Order? Her colleagues always stand by justice yet they would be repaid for their servitude with eternal purgatory...
All for the cause, that they did not know?
" Yes," she startled when her master's voice cut in sharply
" It would have been, if she had not intervened." He stated plainly, his voice expressing his current relaxed state.
She?. Who is she?
Seraphina raised her head, she dared to peek and he caught her glance.
" I really can't believe such nefarious plans you hold, you even created your own language?"
She was dumbfounded, her mind shattered upon her once more but she froze.
She just couldn't think anymore nor say anything.
Her come belief, she had thought that she evaded his eyes with the language she had made.
Yet it was her fault, perhaps she sees why the gods reckoned her fall.
Foolish, how foolish of her to think her language was impervious to her master's abilities.
From the beginning, she had just been doing everything that can make him kill her here right now.
For that was the nature of his being,
The being, Archangel Uriel had told her about,
He, who is labeled in the prophecy, as the Anti Savior.