looking for heaven found the devil in me; witching

[Rodrik]

It – No, he. He is no longer bounded by shackles, the shackles that were fastened in the image of darkness and thousands of souls (souls that have been in the pits of hell itself for thousands of years, suffering and calling out for help). The very heart of his, once free and loving, beats slowly and steady. It feels strange and freeing to feel empty and alone – no longer the constant hunger and the cries of voices he had learned to silence so many years ago. If there was anything that felt like heaven or some sort of paradise, this would be it. This was his heaven. This was his redemption. His heart beats now to a new beat. It beats with a purpose, a deeper meaning than before. If anything is to come with this new freedom, there must be a change. Freedom always had a price to pay as it was never free—nothing was never free. The red stallion’s bright eyes search across the land. It is frantic glances here and there that he looks across from the outskirts of the meadow. Fear crawls up into the cracks of his mind, clouding his newfound feeling of peace at last. He knows this freedom will not last long. In time, but not right now, the darkness will find him again. It will consume him, chain him again. It will drag him all the way back to hell. This war was never ending. He has been fighting it for thousands of years, unknowingly he (Rodrik) is just a vessel for a soul that is old and bargained with the wrong god, the very image of darkness. This soul, nameless and forgotten from another world now, belongs to the destroyer of all things that are good. It has been and always will be a servant to the maker. But, for now, it does not cross the mind of the vessel—Rodrik. Rodrik is simply that one to carry the soul forward, to find some sort of peace within this life, and all things that the soul at one time had endeared. It had been warrior, king, and great, just as Rodrik had, still is, and will always be. Rodrik catches a glimpse out of the corner of his eyes and sees her. One. She struggles with her footing, so uneven and foal like. It reminds him of her – their – birth, the very memory is clear and crisp. She calls him, not monster, demon, murderer. Not even father. She calls him his name that he had been given at birth, the very thing his mother first called him. He considers her question, lightly though. Rodrik did not plan on dwelling on what he once was—the very thing he hated most that had consumed him. It was a darkness he should not have given in long ago, killing the stallion on the beach that night (whom he does not even know had been his half uncle through his father, Rhaego). But it is here he now is, and here he plans to stay in this way and form. “The darkness is gone,” he says softly. The words feel strange and foreign when he says them, but that is the truth (for now at least). “This is who I am,” Rodrik watches her carefully, “I am now fully flesh and blood, just the same as your flesh and blood is. This is who I always was.” Always was an understatement though. Rodrik was beyond mother than just flesh and blood. He had deeper secrets buried beyond the physical nature. There were far greater things he hide then he was ever willing to tell anyone.

Rodrik

angels banished from heaven have no choice but to become devils

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