10-22-2008, 01:58 PM
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Ahren had begun avoiding the shack. He hated the sickly-sweet smell of disease, and hated hearing his son moan in his sleep. The fact of the matter was Ahren had truly not been to see his son in days—he feared, as the creeping desire demanded, he might kill him. That scared him, but at the same time, he realized that it might be what had to be done. Still, though, he managed to keep that desire from rising as it had with so many others. It’s all right, a voice not unlike his own said. You aren’t a bad person.
“Yes I am,” he responded, stepping through a pile of leaves, sending them scurrying in his wake. “Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law. A strange smile crossed his face, and he absent mindedly began playing with the necklace he had not taken off since he ripped it from his mother’s corpse. “Comparing myself to Crowley now,” he laughed, and responded to himself in the same breath. “A self proclaimed magician and…” He trailed off, and heard a thousand words uttered at once. Arsonist, rapist, murderer, manipulator, politician, criminal, guilty, guilty, GUILTY, WE ARE ALL GUILTY.
Then a noise, incredibly soft and maddening all at once, reached his ears. They both went up, swiveled, and focused on the source. That damned shack, where he had inadvertently crossed to again. Maybe it was a polar nexus, a power source, like the polestar in Chimera had been. Maybe he had another reason for going their entirely. Advancing and moving to the door, he hesitated for only a moment before he pulled the door open.
Ahren had begun avoiding the shack. He hated the sickly-sweet smell of disease, and hated hearing his son moan in his sleep. The fact of the matter was Ahren had truly not been to see his son in days—he feared, as the creeping desire demanded, he might kill him. That scared him, but at the same time, he realized that it might be what had to be done. Still, though, he managed to keep that desire from rising as it had with so many others. It’s all right, a voice not unlike his own said. You aren’t a bad person.
“Yes I am,” he responded, stepping through a pile of leaves, sending them scurrying in his wake. “Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law. A strange smile crossed his face, and he absent mindedly began playing with the necklace he had not taken off since he ripped it from his mother’s corpse. “Comparing myself to Crowley now,” he laughed, and responded to himself in the same breath. “A self proclaimed magician and…” He trailed off, and heard a thousand words uttered at once. Arsonist, rapist, murderer, manipulator, politician, criminal, guilty, guilty, GUILTY, WE ARE ALL GUILTY.
Then a noise, incredibly soft and maddening all at once, reached his ears. They both went up, swiveled, and focused on the source. That damned shack, where he had inadvertently crossed to again. Maybe it was a polar nexus, a power source, like the polestar in Chimera had been. Maybe he had another reason for going their entirely. Advancing and moving to the door, he hesitated for only a moment before he pulled the door open.