DSoL: Genesis - Book 1 Act 2 (791 hits)
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'They say in heaven love comes first
We'll make heaven a place on earth'
-Belinda Carlisle, 2002
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Most people in the town of Angleford didn't really understand death. Oh, they went to church every weekend, dressed in their Sunday best; desperately trying to look better than their neighbour in the next pew. Ironically trying to provoke the sin of envy they attended church to be forgiven off. For the majority of the town, following the bible was a pathetic facade for the most part. The ten commandments were rules you obeyed when you were in public view, or when you couldnt cover up your activities. They prayed every night to a god they had no relationship with or real knowledge off, and hoped with a little luck they would end up in heaven.
Steven Christopher was fairly typical of the town in this sense. For him, being seen as a good christian by the community was far more important than actually committing to the religion he had been taught. He did not love his neighbours, rather he set out to outdo them in every way. Yet despite his flaws he was still looked up to as a strong pillar of Angleford. He had a good christian wife, he attended church, and he did often help those less fortunate, even if it was only for his own glorified recognition. He was a man so caught up in life; in his image, in his wealth, in the perceived success he felt within. It was for these reasons that Steven rarely even thought of death, of heaven or of hell. This was unfortunate really, as he was about to find out exactly what happened when one crossed over to the other side.
The forewarnings of his impending doom started very simply. He was walking down the street about a mile out from the tavern to which they were headed. He was holding hands with his wife and discussing local industry with Lord Jameson. It was the sort of conversation one might expect to overhear at a gentleman's club, only they were outside, in the dark, and already sobering up. Steven found himself laughing uproariously at one of Lord Jameson's ridiculously exaggerated anecdotes, when he first heard it.
*Hisssssss*
He looked around to see noone but the four of them. It was clear noone else in the group had heard anything, but there it remained in his head. A faint, yet undeniable hissing noise, almost like a snake. No, it was something else. He had heard this noise before somewhere, some time ago. Suddenly it hit him, and he felt an ominous weight fall down on his shoulders. He could again see those eyes that burnt in to his own so harshly, and for the first time in a long time, he saw a vision in her head of her as she had burned at the stake. Her words came back to him, 'You are cursed forever for this sin'.
He did all he could to continue along this journey, but it became more and more of an ordeal as the hissing in his head gradually grew louder and louder. Lady Jameson had asked him something just now, he needed to say something back. He focussed his concentration just enough to manage a half-hearted chuckle and response. He felt his wife pulling his arm, asking him if he was alright. He wanted to say yes, but realised it was becoming far too much to cope with. His brain throbbed intensely as his whole head felt like it would split apart if he had to hear one more word.
*HISSSSSSSSS!!!!!!*
He saw the fire in those eyes as they appeared before him one more time. He shook his head in a weak attempt to free himself from the overwhelming gaze of the witch that he had killed. He yelled in agony, breaking down on the cobble road. In his last moments before blacking out, he looked to see his wife screaming at some unseen foe. The terror in her eyes looked equal to the terror in his heart. He swung his head around behind him to see Lord and Lady Jameson lying dead in the middle of the road, their necks slit open. All he could see was the cloud of darkness that enveloped his mind.
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