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”Come forward my dear little one,”the voice commanded.
Long matted black hair fell across her face and down onto her shoulders in a twisted tangle, she looked at him with sunken eyes, darkness surrounded the total white surface of her irises….. Lips pale purple in their stillness. Flesh without color……..Fingers without warmth. She moved towards him in short sporadic steps until she was close. He reached over to her and leveled the delicate chain with a small silver crescent moon attached, and placed it around her neck, kissing her gently on the forehead.
”From this day forward you shall be known as Angelic.”He spoke softly, his dry lips cracking with the words spoken………… His crooked finger pointed towards another……. And beckoned her forward. Desmond pulled the smoke from the cigarette deep into his lungs, and then discarded the smoldering butt into the gutter. The rainwater took it and swept the soggy remnants into a nearby storm grate. He pulled the collar of his overcoat up and around his neck, and then walked towards the entrance to 666 West End Ave. He felt a presence, it clung to him like dead skin just before shedding on clean white sheets. There it became a sensation……..Drawing him into the web of its apparent deception, clawing at his dead reckoning. There existed within this metropolis a covenant other that the one that has propagated at this decadent apartment building. They had not chosen to give their devotion, or their burnt offerings to Robin, the beast. They were one that did not adhere to the rituals in order to evade detection from the rest of the world………..Instead they harbored contempt for the dark prince, cultivating their own garden of evil. This became the vision, the thing that haunted his retched soul. He heard their screams of pain in the pitch black distance, the never ending horizon along pale white skin……. And there affixed around the neck, the chain and crescent……..Children of the crescent moon, the deliverers of death to all who witness their incantation. Desmond stopped just inside the double doors and closed his eyes to try and capture more of the dark visions…… But they had already melded into his rancid existence, lost in the clutter of his dark nature. Had Robin also sensed the apparition? And what lay behind the door of its dreaded intent. They glided along the hardwood floor, their naked toes pointed downward, dragging along the shiny-waxed surface………Looking as if they were all caught in a ballet from hell, their small faces hungered, their arms outstretched in gentle persuasion…. All demonic within their loving cradle of deception, and ‘dead’ serious upon completing the task at hand…These the former children of Davidson's school for girls. Angelic trailed behind the rest, her eyes looking forward, her purple lips parted………… She whispered,”Desmond……..” |