Post by Greed on Jan 25, 2013 0:13:14 GMT -5
Prologue – Bitterness
It was dark where Priscilla sat, in complete silence. Not moving, not breathing, not even blinking. She didn’t need these things. Being alone, being away from everyone, and everything. It was enough for right now.
“Oh Prissy, if you stay in the dark I won’t know where you are! Come on out now… I mean it.” It wasn’t worth it, answering his voice. No matter what she did, he wouldn’t shut up, he wouldn’t leave her alone, and he would take everything from her. So this was better, for as long as she could keep it up, right?
“Come on now Prissy. Even if you hide, even if you abandon that shell, I’ll find you. So what’s the point in wasting your time, and mine?” Well that was easy, it occupied him. He couldn’t ruin her life any more than he already had during that time, and he wasn’t ruining anyone else’s. It kept him preoccupied. And in this tiny, nondescript part of this vast city… he would never find her in a timely manner. After all, in Landiel, people who wanted to go missing could stay missing for as long as they wanted… at least, that was what she’d heard. In truth, Priscilla thought it was a dirty, disgusting place, and all she had seen of it had done nothing to sway her from that idea. At the very least, it beat working for a demon. And so all she had to do was stay silent, down in a no name, common ditch hidden out of sight of the world, so he wouldn’t find her.
“Just fuck off. I’ve had enough of you, forever. I don’t give a damn what you do to me, just let me do what I want.” Really, she didn’t know why she was answering that scumbag. Centuries of reluctantly doing what he wanted, then centuries of trying to get away from him. He was so fascinated in her, and the fact that even after everything she’d suffered through, she hadn’t just gone insane. She hadn’t broken, lost her mind, lost herself, even after losing her family, being forced to do a devil’s dirty work… or have every attempt to escape his clutches foiled, her heart being wounded for every companion killed, or turned against her. Truth be told, she had no idea why she hadn’t just gone completely insane yet.
“And finally an answer! You know, you’re no fun when you-“ That did it. She’d had it.
“I don’t think you heard me, so I’ll say it again. Fuck, off. If you want me to do anything else for you, well you’ll just have to control me from the inside out, you miserable son of a bitch. And I know how much you hate to resort to petty force. You just hate being reduced to that, don’t you?” She was right, and she knew she was right. Selesterge Marron, the devil controlling her life, was a duplicitous snake, who loved to ruin lives, seeing how far the mortal spirit could bend until it broke. He was a devil fascinated in the strength of the human spirit, and he wasn’t any less evil for it. And not only that, he hated these kinds of sleights against him.
“…Well now, I certainly don’t want to do that. No, no, that’s no fun. Blasted woman, keeping you around this long… well damn. And honestly, if I keep wasting months of my time trying to keep you in line, I’ll miss so many opportunities. And-“ She didn’t need to hear him say it. She wanted to say it, drive the truth into with her words.
“And as amazing as you find me, there could be other people just as hard to break, and you know it. Aren’t you bored of me yet?” And a silence followed that, as though Selesterge was thinking carefully.
“We go round and round, this kind of conversation over and over, and every time, I’m more and more inclined to agree with you. And then I think why, and its exactly this. This life you have, this centuries worth of spark from a human soul. And yet this sameness is getting rather old. Perhaps I need a change of pace…. For a while.” Priscilla sneered at the darkness at this. She knew exactly what it was, and she was going to end up falling for it anyways. She always did. Perhaps it was her stubborn streak from when she was still human kicking in.
“So, you’re going to let me-just let me go, and play your little game for you, then? Get to know a group of people try to get someone to… I don’t know, get really close to me or whatever your stupid condition is now, and then just, just freaking… GRAH!” She could almost feel the inevitable grin on the other side of the mental connection she had with Selesterge. It made her sick, it made what passed for her skin crawl.
“You don’t seem to get, even now, that making a deal with a devil is hardly fair, Prissy.” That was a surprise… Priscilla hadn’t heard the devil say something so serious or finite to her before, and before she could even respond, she felt the mental connection dissolve like an errant thought. Once again, this left her alone in a dark, damp drainage ditch, with only the pale light of a rainy day streaming in with all the water pouring down from the sky, carrying all the filth of Landiel’s downtown with it.