Saturday, January 13, 2007

Scrolls Of The Gatekeeper (Part II)

The Unholy Union:

Pernicious licks each precious drop and lets them slowly progress through his body. He bathes in the healing of Abaddon’s leftovers. A feeble attempt to stand brings him down to his four spiny claws. His body shudders as his bones reconnect. Abaddon helps him, mysteriously tied in an unholy friendship with the lowly creature. They will not admit it, but both will need the other to battle the armies of man.

The Whisperer and the nine-foot Abaddon are standing side by side like father and son. The fire stirs hot and angry within them. Never before has either felt pure evil in this form ― life created for the sake of wickedness. It is eternal. Abaddon (known in Canaan as The Destroyer) is healed and wastes no time exploiting his new powers.

The Whisperer glares at the Dark Lord of the South River with nothing but contempt. The Dark Lord cracks his ancient bones of his neck as he circles Pernicious. “I had no desire to see you healed,” he says.

“Be careful, my lord, I am a Whisperer after all. You do not know the depth and width of my powers. Can you make the Canaanite hear what is not spoken or see what is not there? Can you sway him to turn from his righteous ways and give up his place in the heavens? No, my lord, you cannot.”

Abaddon will not stomach the ranting of the Whisperer and demands an end to his chatter. “Lord of the South River, go your way,” he snaps. “We are done with your services.”

The Dark Lord bows slowly and takes his leave. He is gone before the Whisperer has a chance to speak again.

Abaddon begins to pound his stony feet on the waterless grounds of Perdition, walks to the spot where the Dark Lord had healed him and spits. Pernicious slithers next to Abaddon. The Destroyer, having one more purpose for Pernicious, picks him up and propels him carelessly upon his back.

“Bring me the Canaanite,” he orders. He glares at Pernicious with his haunting eyes. “Without him, Canaan will fall to us. I will give you an army of Whisperers.”

“And I will be their leader?” Pernicious snivels with glee.

“As sure as I am the leader of the Nephilim.”

“Then I will bring you the Canaanite,” Pernicious whispers. “But Canaan and all its treasures will belong to me alone.”

“Let it be so,” Abaddon says.

They walk through the valleys of shadows and death till they reach the mouth of Perdition’s gate to enter the realm of man.


Dirty Butter said...

Ooooooh Reminds me of Dante's Inferno. Very well written, and I want more!! The devil's viewpoint on Biblical history???

The GateKeeper said...

Thanks, DB. The Chronicles will continue . . . soon . . . um, I hope. And I really should read Dante's inferno.

Jane Rumph said...

Very imaginative and well written—and so true to the nature of dark kingdom denizens. Even when they help each other they turn around and stab each other in the back. There are no true friends in hell. Tell us more, GateKeeper!

The GateKeeper said...

I shall, I shall, tell you more, my friends . . . when it comes out of my brain which is a little tired and empty right now. LOL. Love you guys.