Ik ben al tijden bezig met een klein verhaal. De titel is nog in progress.
Geïnspireerd door Supernatural.
Ik hoor graag feedback en wat jullie ervan vinden. Ook hoor ik graag of het makkelijk te lezen was.

__

An old story said, that Alice was an angelic crusader. Made by god to keep the Leviathans in his hold. Though soon there grew to many, God’s only way to defeat them was to raise more angelic knights. That was the day angels roamed the earth. Never would they be as strong as his three crusaders. He had to keep his power to a limit for his final creation. As the tale goes on.

Alice was painted as a strong woman. Longsword named ‘The Mad’ in her right hand. Armor painted black, bruised and broken. Long black locks of velvet soft hair, with a porcelain skin. Long, black lashes and these almond shaped eyes. Speaking words, telling tales only soldiers would know. She had seen true pain, had known and felt it. She was the third in command, leading a smaller flock of angels. Names no one would ever hear of, since they all had seen their eternal light in the fights on earth. There was only one true mission. Conquering earth, taking back what already had belonged to her creator.

All tales of war end the same, leaving out all the gruesome parts. Mocking their opponent, claiming they already had found victory when they first set foot on earth. They had been telling more lies then truths. For she had lived them. Fell inside an abys, she wouldn’t wish upon her worst opponent. Her entire flock had said their goodbyes. Had been kissed by the lips of death and where taken to their own personal piece of paradise which they had deserved. Except for this young crusader.

Taking a hold of the Leviathan leader, she had been dragged along towards their ‘paradise’. Another lie. Purgatory could have been worse than hell. There wasn’t a living soul who would miss her. Thinking that this was her destiny. She had lost track of time. Terrified, alone and cold. Wandering through this twilight zone. Strange sounds brought her to sleep, those where the same sounds who woke her up at night. Knowing that it must have been time to move on. Soon her angst, had taken place for a whole new emotion. The woman who never picked a fight in this wicked lair of despair, ran away from any conflict so far, had changed. It could’ve been anguish which had taken a hold of her heart. Nevertheless, this mania began to pull the strings.
That spark in her eyes disappeared, each day she made it through the day. Nearly 39.000 years had passed. She had met each and every creature Eve had ever made. Vampires, Wendigo’s and Werewolves. Ghouls, Leviathan’s and Dragons. Many more things, yet slipped her wicked mind. Not a monstrous soul dared to face their new enemy. Years of training and fighting had paid off. The tale clearly states that she made it out alive. That prayer had kept her alive. After all those years, God finally had heard her prayer. Leading her to a doorway she had never crossed before. Though he was tricking her mind, trying to pierce through her Armor. Testing the faith she once had. Leading her through a path that was hell. Accompanied by her Sword she had slipped into a frenzy. Slaughtering each demon in her way. From the hounds of hell, to Cerberus who guarded the gates.

Climbing back up, digging her nails in the thick black dirt. Alice made it out alive. Not knowing she was the new monster. Angels didn’t dare to look her into her eyes, for they saw their enemy. A soulless creature who had been made to suck the life out of them. Souls and graces where her daily lunch. They had heard the rumours. After all this time Earth had changed. She just came out to play. Michael had tried to stop her once, leaving a gigantic scar on his face. His flesh cut by ‘The Mad’. The longsword even whispered, whenever it would cut through the flesh of their enemies. Alice’s Madness and The Mad. Returned from the death to take the wheel into their own hands. A crusader with blood lust. God had commanded his Angels and Archangels to leave her be. That he had failed to keep her sane. That he was the reason she had sunk into insanity. Nobody would disagree, for they had little to no idea, what powers she held.

Each living monster made way for her. Tried to never cross her path. She was the first born hunter. She had spread her knowledge unwillingly. Not even a human could let her feel sympathy. She was nothing more than an empty vessel. Driven by madness and nothing more. She was her own worst fear because, how do you kill your own demons? How could she slaughter herself, did she even deserve the death? All these questions yet, nobody there brave enough to answer them. So she would find them, on her own terms.