looking for heaven found the devil in me; witching

[Rodrik]

It is so very hungry. Hollowed eyes that belong to the demon searched across the meadow. It waits patiently—carefully watching each animal it can see. It searches across the multitude of bodies for the very best one—the innocent soul of them all. It feels her presence before she is even close enough. The very life of her beats like a heart, pounding with a greater force. The monstrous hunger roars out like a lion, demanding to be fed—to fill this never-ending hunger. The devil turns to the silver-bay mare, ready to devour the very existence from her earthly body. It is a predator. And she is the prey. She was answer to fill this void within its dying body. The prayer the devil has been begging for all these past years. ”Rodrik,” she mouths. It recognizes her quickly. The creature of the night could not forget about her. It could not forget about the three, its three – not Set’s three. One, two, and three. Witching, Gravely, and Reap. it had named them, called them its very own. Its flesh and soul was its own flesh and soul. “Witching,” it whispers hoarsely. The land shakes slowly at first. It then trembles like a touch of a lover during the most intimate time shared with another. The touch is gentle at first, passionate, but then there is fury—so very strong. It shakes harder, sending the devil tumbling forward, losing its balance as it tries to find its footing in all the mass. The earth cries out in fury more, the land shatters beneath the heathen. And it is falling. Falling into the darkness. --- Hunger is the first thing it craves when it opens its eyes. It is always the first thing—a need to fill the void, to survive on this earth. However, hollowed and lifeless eyes search through this land, it knows it is not where it once was. The Meadow was gone, or it was taken from the Meadow. It ponders the events, the change. There had been an earthquake. It had fallen into the darkness. Was the devil placed into another life so suddenly? It remembers all those years before—simply ripped from everything it had once known. Oh, the creature’s soul is so very hold. Yet, it couldn’t be that. It smells the familiar scents, the scent of Beqanna that are from her kingdoms and hers. It smells them, their sweet aroma. And it feels the hunger, reminding it. Survive—it must eat. The creature of the night moves forward, breathing in the air. The air is thin here; it can feel the earthly necessity for oxygen begin to kick in. The lungs of the heathen beg for more oxygen. Hunger—it pushes the demon forward—forgetting all necessity to have more air to live. It craves the essence of life itself beyond the earthly needs. Yet, it reminders it is no longer in the meadow. The devil must find out where it has been taken. It must know. It must eat. It has to survive. --- It is the hunger that drives the red devil towards the edge of the Mountain. At the very edge, sunken hollowed eyes can see everything. It sees everything that is called Beqanna—is it even called Beqanna? Everything the creature has known about this land is entirely gone. Its home is gone. Its family is gone. Its memories are gone. Everything that had kept the creature in touch with its own humanity was gone. It was torn away, taken to some other dimension that was home but not home. What sort of trick was this? It ponders. It was likely the work of the darkness; finally the darkness was taking the devil into its own hands. After all, there had been so many times the beast had turned away from its maker, its master. The red demon moves forward, taking careful steps down the side of the mountain. The air is becoming thicker. It can feel the necessity to breath again becoming easier, but still the hunger within the beast screams. It screams to be fed, to be freed from its cage. Suddenly, the hunger stops. The overwhelming feeling of peace hits. It can feel the darkness wrapped around it beginning to uncoil. Cartilage, ligaments and tendons quickly pull back together. The body of the beast quickly mends torn muscle and broken bones into one again. It screams out in pain. A raging scream echoes below the mountain. Everything that had once made the devil who it was had been stripped away. The magical barrier snatched all the magic, yanking it back into the mountain. And then an unimaginable rush of pain came to the creature’s forehead – suddenly there is a horn. It can feel an inevitable headache coming on now. The sudden physical and magical change had been demanding and tiring. The devil sighs. It can feel its body weakening, begging to lie down and find some sort of rest where it is. Where is it though? The obvious feel of rocks beneath its hooves is evident. Its once hollowed eyes, now full of bright nutmeg color and life, search from where it sounds. The meadow lies just beyond where the red devil stands in the outskirts. And then it remembers her – Witching.

Rodrik

angels banished from heaven have no choice but to become devils

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