Heaven's Hell Grounds

Sunday, August 01, 2004

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Woo hoo! Finally Heaven's Hell Grounds has reached its second full moon since it was launched during the first full moon this month. As a 'celebration', I have put up a poem and the second fiction for your amusement. Enjoy!
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The Pain in Fear

In the darkest lair you'll find
Things that will haunt your mind
Possess it and you'll be blind
With Fear

In your heart you only know
How you feel towards your foe
Though you hide it you'll always show
Your Anger

In desperation you will seek
The thing you'll get through meek
In times not strong but you are weak
Shall Hope

When others get it you always cherish
The thing upon them that you unleash
Despite all warnings you stubbornly wish
For Suffering

Your emotions betray while you are unknowing
Attending to those you think you're consoling
Realise this for you must be preparing
With fear your anger shall hope for suffering

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#02 - Realising the Escapade - Hopelessness
A fiction by Seraphim

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Alas, I felt hopeless.

There was nothing I could do. Through my eyes blurry with tears I had to stare into her face, unable to do anything about it. In my arms I held my one true manifestation of adoration, the only one that makes me complete. In all her glory she was but helpless to fight the end that she faced. Despite my vast knowledge of things I knew nothing of the reversal of a Nosferatu bite, the only reason being that there was no way of healing the wounds that those vampiric creatures inflict. In my helplessness I only found regret to comfort me, of my chance to avoid all of this from coming to past.

I knew that she should have never known. Known about all the dangers in my life. Known about what I face everyday. Known that she could be in danger because of what I am. Because I am an Elite Mage. But my heart finally found its weakness, allowing honesty to leak in times when it was not meant to be. Since it came to her knowledge of my true nature, it came to others the existence of my heart's weakness. That was the danger that I should never have allowed her to face, even if it means to not know her at all, to at least keep her safe. Now that it has been done, the consequences caught up with me.

Of all my abilities I could not find within myself the ability to restore her. Deep inside me I acknowledge the hope of my capability to just that, but I knew not the key to ignite it. I felt so helpless! To know that I could save her but not know how! What was it that could save her? I begged for enlightenment but none came. Life seeped out of her as time passed by. Her time was running short and I was still pondering on her restoration.

Though the bite of the Nosferatu was irreversible, there was still a way to restore her full self. I had to seek within me the spark that would ignite the flame of healing that I possessed. Long have I used the burning power of hatred till all else of good perished, except the dangerous love between her and me. Despite my efforts I could not achieve what I wanted. Her end was almost there.

I felt it in my very soul. Her life was being dragged out of her. At that moment, I genuinely cried. Tears rolled down my battered face as it washed down the layers of hatred that I always experienced. Never before have I felt the cleansing of vengeance out of me. The feeling was... purifying. Through my deepest depression it finally pushed itself out. I felt true love.

True love that has always been hidden beneath the shroud of evil. True love that was unlike the forbidden love I shared. True love for her. True love that ignited the flame in me. In her final moments my hand glowed silver with the healing flame. It spread from my hands to across her body, engulfing her in an inferno of healing energy. With my mind I reached out through the Earth for all the love that existed and channeled it into her. The bite marks on her neck closed along with her regenerating body. Her body was restored but I could only hope for the same with her soul. As the flame died down with the completion of her restoration, I could only hope for her survival.

There was nothing but satisfaction after that experience. I finally found the key to unlock the goodness in me: love. Though it could have cost her life, it was nonetheless something of great value that I gained. As I confidently waited for her to hopefully stir again, I reflected on the events that passed. For all I know it could be a brighter beginning to another chapter in my life. But there I was still waiting. Nothing else that I could do at that moment other than to wait, and hope...

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Well, that was my attempt to portray hopelessness. Frankly, I think I suck at writing about human sentimentality. Perhaps I should stick to more gruesome topics next time, since it also appeals to others the idea of sadistic fiction. So folks, what do you think? Comment on the board please!

iisgHAN | 12:22 am| comment

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