Tattoo

Oh god, something’s wrong. Something’s gone horribly wrong. I was supposed to die, but I didn’t. I was content, I was happy with my life, so what went wrong? Everything was ready for my ascension, so that I could meet the Lord and let his warm embrace into my eternal soul. I’d lived a simple life, with no sins that would taint my soul and jeopardize my ascension into the light. So what went wrong? Why did the Lord abandon me and keep me from ascension?

I must be cursed, that’s the only explanation I can think of. The Lord must have seen a flaw that I hadn’t noticed, some forgotten sin of mine that he has damned me for. Why hath thou abandoned me, Lord of mine, in my darkest hour? I have never betrayed you, and I’ve never stopped believing in you, so why now, Lord, why me? I was destined to die last night, you saw to my marking yourself, when I was but a babe suckling upon mine mother’s breast. And ever since then, I knew when I would be coming into your embrace, certain that when the time came, I’d be welcomed into your kingdom. And yet, here I am, a day and night after my chosen time, still breathing the air and walking the earth.

What then, shall happen to me now? I cannot visit my family or friends, since they believe me dead and would think I’m a demon from the depths of hell, sent to torment and tempt them into sin, in order to jeopardize their chance at ascension. What should I do? What will become of me? There is only one logical solution, I must destroy the Lord.

The time is coming, soon it will be all over, very soon. I’ve found him, after all these years. He’s been hiding in plain view, how could we all be so foolish? He watches us, like a cat watching mice, waiting for the right time to pounce, to pick up a new one and use them like the playthings they are. Years ago, many, many years ago, I thought I was one of them, but no more. I am greater than them in oh so many ways. I am faster, stronger, and superior than them in every possible way. No longer are they my equal, now they are just playthings, toys to be used at will.

And it sickens me, how the so-called “Lord” made me for the sole purpose of being stronger than them. Which is precisely why I will kill the both of us, here and now. Once, long ago, I wanted to kill him in order to hopefully end my suffering in the process, but now? Now I will simply kill him so another like me will never be created. I step through the door of this run-down motel and ask for the room number he’s staying in, saying that I’m his son. He points me to the room, and I proceed to go to the room. I stand and wait, trying to decide what to do. Finally, with nothing better to do, I open the door and step inside.