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Post by vincentbelmont on Nov 21, 2010 14:23:15 GMT -5
It was freezing.
Vincent was huddled in his car, parked just off the highway somewhere in the middle of the snowy north. He didn't have any money left to check into a hotel, and he didn't know anyone in the area, so there he lay, his seat reclined back as far as it would go, wrapped tightly in an old tattered blanket that he'd found in his trunk.
Snow was whipping by on the wind outside, and already a thin layer had covered the vehicle. The small car shook back and forth in the gusts, the motion strangely helping to lull Vincent to sleep. He tried to ignore the fact that he could see his own breath, and he wished he had enough gas in the car to leave the heater running, even if for just a little bit.
Shivering, he pulled the blanket tighter about himself and wondered briefly if he was going to die tonight. Pushing the thought aside, he said a quick prayer, trying his hardest to put his wavering faith into it. As he finally drifted off to sleep, Vincent was filled with a sense of peace.
After all, God had protected him before... He would do it again.
((TAG Meph!))
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Post by mephistopheles on Nov 21, 2010 17:24:05 GMT -5
Everything seemed normal, and a dream began. Everything still looked the same, but then seconds after all the snow seemed to stop, the sky was completely black with swirling clouds and thick ice suddenly began to cover over everything outside, as though the world had become completely frozen.
"Chilly, huh?" A voice said next to him, its owner reclining in the passenger seat but turned to the side to face him then sat up.
"No need for panic. Just here to chat." The demon explained. "I don't think we've been properly introduced, Padre..." Smiling a little, the demon offered a hand. "'Believe me, it's a pleasure to finally meet you... I understand you've been having quite a few brushes with certain elements of your faith."
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Post by vincentbelmont on Nov 26, 2010 20:02:49 GMT -5
Vincent was petrified.
Every fiber of his being was screaming out to him that this was wrong, that he should get away and run as far and as fast as he could. He shivered, feeling as cold inside as he did on the outside, and wishing that he was anywhere but sitting there next to this strange woman.
"Who... what are you?" he stammered, his mouth feeling dry and his voice seeming thin and strained to his own ears. "What do you want from me?"
Slowly he reached within his jacket for his gun, though something told him that it wouldn't do him any good against the woman. He'd been travelling about, listening to the stories of various hunters for too long not to have caught the slight scent of sulfur that seemed to hover in the air about her. That meant she was probably a demon, and a strong one at that. Still, he didn't have to let on that he knew, and perhaps by playing dumb he could buy himself a few extra moments...
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Post by mephistopheles on Nov 28, 2010 1:33:04 GMT -5
Meph looked offended, and drew back her hand. "Sheesh, most people shake on a first meeting. Then again, you're doing that in a different way..." The demon said. Humans could be so rude sometimes, really. Was that any way to act to someone giving a greeting? And hunters called demons uncivilized...
Then, she smiled again. "Me? I go by a lot of names. Mephisto, Mephistofilus, He Who Loves Not The Light., God of Second Chance, and so on. I mostly go by Mephistopheles or Meph for short." she explained, her green eyes suddenly turning yellow. Looking down for a moment, she sighed. "And this is a dream, a dream I created so don't expect you can do anything without me knowing... If you can be a little more civilized, I'll explain what I'm here for." She added, brushing back her hair as her eyes returned to normal. "But as a courtesy I'll trust you got my message at your church?"
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Post by vincentbelmont on Nov 30, 2010 15:40:56 GMT -5
Vincent blanched.
"The church?" Realization dawned on him, and he recalled the words of the demon who had attacked him: "Why Mephistopheles is so determined to get rid of you, I don't know... Stay still, fool, and I'll end this nice and quick! Mephistopheles didn't say anything about making you suffer, after all; he just wants you dead!"
Trying to put as much distance between himself and the demon as possible, Vincent pressed himself against the driver's side door, feeling around again for his gun, though he knew it wouldn't be there. Here, sitting beside him, was the one individual responsible for turning his life upside-down.
And he was terribly, horribly frightened...
"What do you want from me?" he asked, his trembling as surely as his body was.
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Post by mephistopheles on Nov 30, 2010 17:23:20 GMT -5
Meph smiled, feeling both satisfaction and amusement in Vincent's response to her. "That's more like it." She finally said.
"Clearly my messenger didn't do as well as I'd hoped... but truth is, I don't want you dead. No, clearly they got my orders mixed up. Rather, I'm interested in you.." The demon explained.
Suddenly, they were in the church, only now it looked noticably trashed. Mephistopheles stood before him, arms folded. "Heaven wants you, and I want you. You go on a journey and you chat with hunters, you chat with an angel... now you chat with a demon. It's the stuff movies are made of, huh?"
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Post by vincentbelmont on Dec 1, 2010 18:08:12 GMT -5
Vincent was absolutely petrified.
The image of his church that now surrounded him did nothing to allay his fears, demolished as it was, and rather it made him all the more frightened. Backing away, he found himself pressed up against the heavy wooden doors of the sanctuary with nowhere else to go. The priest didn't even bother to check the handles, for he knew that here, in the demon's dream-realm, he couldn't get away.
"Please," he uttered, his voice tremulous. "Please, just leave me in peace..." Making the sign of the cross, Vincent shut his eyes tightly, praying to God that when he opened them, he would be back in his car.
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Post by mephistopheles on Dec 2, 2010 15:49:57 GMT -5
Mephistopheles did a little twirl as she looked up at the ceiling and the prominant crucifix, then raising up her finger towards it as she came over to Vincent.
"Vinnie... can I call ya Vinnie?" She asked. "Hate to break it to ya but I'm still here. You're not waking up yet 'cause I'm not done yet." She explained casually. "But when you really think about it... why would God let you suffer like this? I know some try to justify with the whole trials-and-tribulations thing, but come on, any halfwit knows the truth here... losing jobs, loved ones dying horribly... rape, murder, famine, and just when it can't seem to get worse, it always does." A dark smile crept along the demon's face. "God's a cruel, sadistic bully... I mean, sure we got it rough down in Hell, but I can't help but wonder what you humans did to deserve all the crap he makes you suffer through... assuming he even gives a damn enough to think you're any concern of his..." As she said this, the demon involuntarily licked her lips, which always felt a little dry whenever stressed.
Meph had no memory of life before demonhood, but always had one or two different backstories just for the sake of having them. What the demon inhabiting the young woman knew and remembered, though, was how much he despised God, which was why the demon had chosen the name Mephistopheles for himself. He Who Loathes The Light.
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Post by vincentbelmont on Dec 4, 2010 21:00:29 GMT -5
The demon's words struck Vincent to the core.
Everything she'd said, all of the things she'd touched upon, were at the very heart of the priest's own personal doubts. How could a loving, merciful God put his children through such horrendous torment? How could that ever, in any way, be justified? Had he spent his entire life devoted to a being that was little more than a curious child, just causing all these messes, all of this heartache, to see what would happen?
Opening his eyes, Vincent looked warily upon the demon, Mephistopheles. In his heart, he knew that he should take little stock in her words, but his mind was crying out: "Yes, yes! She understands!" The turmoil that he was feeling was almost physically painful, and he wet his dry lips a bit before speaking.
"So... what, then? If you're right, what does that mean for us, for mankind?"
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Post by mephistopheles on Dec 7, 2010 7:47:46 GMT -5
As it became increasingly clear that the demon's words had sunk in, Mephistopheles' eyes returned to her host's normal color and she came over, placing her hand gently on his shoulder.
"What does it mean for you?" The demon asked. "I think it means that morals and society are one big joke. Religion? Ten times more so." She explained. "I mean really now... billions of people going to church every sunday, reading His best-seller, praising His name and all that jazz... and this is how He responds?" Meph wasn't entirely sure her words would convert the man's loyalties on the spot but they'd sure as hell haunt him for a good while after this 'chat', and it'd be all the funner once he ran into any angels again.
"Really, Padre, what could you POSSIBLY owe someone who's brought nothing but pain and suffering to even His most devoted followers while the bad people live charmed lives without any comeuppance whatsoever?" She asked, watching him intently for any further effect of her words.
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