Omnibus in foro S.P.D.
Another bone for the garden.
The Story of Darkness: (Vol. III of “The Seven”) “Why Darkness Wept”
The crowd of mourners sang the lines to the song “Amazing Grace” as if they were in true mourning. Almost and just almost as if they knew the true meaning of grief. These poor unfortunate souls knew nothing about grieving. They knew nothing what its like to face loss over and over again. Over a lifetime, over centuries, over a entire millennia.
She watched as the coffin was being lowered to the dark hole of the ground. Six feet below to be exact. This was not the first time she attended a funeral nor would it be her last most likely. As the tears streamed down her face. She could not help but weep. No one within the crowd of people bothered to comfort her- not even ask if she was okay. It was as if she was not there. While the Priest gave the final sacraments giving safe passage for the body in the coffin. To make its final voyage into the next world.
“Ashes to Ashes, Dust to dust.” The Priest chanted.
She squeezed her eyes tightly as the tears kept going. She knew this would be over very very soon. For funerals are never prolonged. Its a short service, body gets buried, and people are supposed to move on with their lives. You are not supposed to be remember the dead.
Today she buried her very last human descendant. Her very last great-grandchild so many times removed she did not bother to count. It did not matter to her. They were a part of her bloodline. The blood of her blood, sprung forth from her set of children. As time stretched over the span of years, she watched over them, loved and protected even from afar. She did the best that she could and yet it was not enough for she could not stop the inevitable. No matter how in the early years she would beg. She could not stop death even if she were a daughter of “Immortality”. Death the cruel hearted thing it was stopped for no one.
And so now she grieved openly with no remorse. She was the only one of seven sisters to gain the blessing to bear children. Only to lose them to the hands of death. It was a blessing and a curse. Her wish was granted at a high price. No sacrifice to small she had foolishly thought in her misspent youth. If only she could turn back the passages of time and chose to remain childless.
The circumstances surrounding the death of her descendant were circumspect. He had been murdered most viciously. Which to her dug the wound even more deep. His life had not been claimed by old age with a life truly fulfilled. He was still young just barely a grown man. He never got the chance to start a family or strive for a career. He would never get the opportunity to fall in love or suffer heartache. Everything had been taken away from her grandson too early by someone else. That someone was going to truly pay they would never know misery until now that is all that individual will ever know.
The crowd had finally dwindled to where only one had remained at the grave site. He was tall, dark, smokey eyed, would have been handsome in normal circumstances. He carried the demeanor of one who spent time in the shadows. She knew all about the shadows. Its rumored she created them after all. He stared at her with a look of fascination.
“You look just like him.” Said the man in the shadows.
“We were related.”
“His sister perhaps?” As he edged closer.
“If you would like to think so.”
“You must be. You look too much alike. Do you have a name dear woman?”
“I am Darkness.” She said silently.
“Elakhet. My name is Elakhet.”
“An usual name for unusual beauty.”
Darkness did not like where this was heading. She decided to do something she very rarely did. She used just a vein of power. Just a small tap to reach into the psyche of the stranger. His memories flooded into her like a tidal wave almost causing her to lose balance. Through the images she saw what she dreaded. The stranger killing her grandchild. This set a wave of anger through her which could not unquelled. She would have her vengeance and she would have it now.
“It is also unusual for the killer to attend the funeral of his victim.”
If looks could kill then Darkness would truly be struck dead. The stranger turned angrily towards her. Darkness boldly gave him a playful smirk. She was not afraid of him, for she had seen bigger and badder enemies.
“Had to make sure he was laid to rest. You know what they say Dead men tell no tales. And like your brother you know too much. Pity because you’re such a pretty little thing.” The stranger growled as he approached closer.
“Pity because I would hate to see you die. Actually scratch that. I am rather looking forward to it.” Darkness purred back.
What the stranger did not realize that there was three women standing behind him. The sisters of darkness all clad in black.The twins Vanity & Envy who blew Darkness kisses. The oldest sister who Darkness most adored. Her oldest sibling looked at Darkness solemnly. Envy in a playful gesture blew in the ear of the stranger causing him to turn around his eyes grew wide in curiousity.
“Peekaboo.” Envy squealed.
Vanity, Envy, and along with the oldest formed a circle around the man who had no name. Circling him like a pack of hungry wolves. Darkness knew what was to come. She held no regrets save the fact that she could not dish out justice herself. For her oldest sister would never allow her to interfere most unfortunately.
“My beloved Torment.” Darkness said in a husky tone.
“My sweet Darkness.” Torment responded in a softer voice as she continued talking to Darkness directly.
“Forever the grieving Mother my sister.”
“Am I any other way my sister?” Bitterly Darkness asked.
“No you are not. Yet I will still ask how can I salve your heart?”
“I have no heart.”
“Sister let us make it better.” Vanity cooed.
Torment reached with a gloved hand to caress the strangers face. As she cocked her head towards Darkness “His life then?”
“Aye. His life.”
“You have never asked me of this before.”
Darkness looked at Torment and a smile passed between the two sisters. They had always been close as children and even over the eons of time their bond had never severed.
“Sister will you avenge me?” Darkness pleaded.
The stranger who had unusually taken a nonchalant stance regarding his soon to be fate. Looked at the four women quite bemused. “As if you have what it takes to kill me.” He mocked.
Vanity, Envy, and Torment removed matching Desert Eagles equipped with silencers from their trench coats. The death sisters carried guns that assassins used which in truth was no surprise. The stranger now very wide eyed tried to take a step back waving his hands frantically.
“I’m not fond of guns on principle. But they get the job done when it is necessary.” Spoke Torment as she lifted her gun to meet her target. She motioned the Twins to ready themselves as well.
The stranger decided to foolishly try and outrun the wave of bullets.
“Rest.” Torment began.
“In.” Vanity followed.
“Peace.” Envy finished.
In matching symmetry their guns fired. Bullets hit the back of the strangers head, his heart, and also his stomach. The stranger fell to the ground oddly enough landing on the grave of the grandchild of Darkness. When it was done Darkness herself approached the body of the stranger to close his now very dead eyes.
“Requiscat in pace.” Darkness spat.
While she turned to join her sisters so they could flee the now crime scene. Darkness gave a farewell to her last descendant. She carefully wiped away a crop of fresh tears, while the blood of the stranger flowed into the loams of the earth.
©2015 From “The Seven Interlogues” by T.B. Morte