The Prodigal Child

i just tried this out. my first, unfinished story. bear with me..:)

 

Lost in my own world, my train of thoughts, I am jerked back to reality when I hear a couple of hushed angry voices suddenly hovering from across my room. Mild-toned yet full of sternness from these two dark angels. I hear them whispering angrily towards each other, trying to figure out what to do with a man such as myself. Whether or not they should take me now or let me live my life in sorrow and pain for all the damnation that I have brought upon my people. I have now finally become what my father has always been afraid that I am capable of. I have now become the King of all the Damned.

As I sit back and enjoy the forceful argument of these black winged beauties, I solemnly think of my father. How I repeatedly slashed off his remaining flesh, how I purposefully fed off him and ever so slowly ripped his heart from his chest and greedily drank from it, savoring the last, tiniest droplet of blood that kept on gushing from the pulp. Even after seeing me do this all he did was look at me with eyes full of love, never yielding, and even as I kissed him goodbye, all these, he took in as if he was proud of me. The shame and guilt is unbearable, yet there I was, looking down on my father who used to be the mightiest warrior in all of our land.

My head drifts from side to side as my thoughts carry me off to a different time frame. I see clearly for the first time, how these angels mock me for being the Dark Prince. Well, he is no more, for now, I have taken the role, the title of my father, that being the Dark Lord. They cannot mock me anymore, that is what I first thought, when suddenly it donned on me. I am the fool. I created this mass madness. I am to blame.

I find myself in the arms of these two godly beings, the hatred burning into the very core of their eyes. They have decided. On the very eve of the day I was born, my very own majestic wings have been cut off by the tips of their fiery swords. I bled from every angle, I have been de-crowned. I am neither a full human, nor an Angel of Darkness. I have bestowed this upon myself, and now I must suffer the consequences. I yield before the Almighty One to take this all back, yet I am at the point of no return.

Stripped off from my wings, my very own, I stand at the heap of earth gathered around me and start to weep. I weep for myself. I weep for my father. I weep. I weep. I weep.

 

Reviews

[CLUTZ]

Dark, but I enjoyed it.....most ppl would get queasy at the idea's your descriptions play at(canibalism....maybe)??? idk, but I liked it.

[Twilight]

This is quite a powerful piece, and reminds me a little of H. P. Lovecraft's writing, in a few places. There are references to "shame", "guilt", and perhaps the basis of a longer story? The ending is one of utter despair, it seems? Thankyou, for entering my Contest! I look forward to reading or reviewing more of your work, in due course!

[Laura E. Aranda]

This is insane.....I didn't know what to think....I applaud your imagination completely! Cheers,lea