The 12th installment of the story yet to be named… my attempt to draw all of our loose ends together. I’m sorry I took so long Katie! Lets call it even now and try to pick up our pace now 😛 Links to the previous installments below.
Death turned away from the burning wall and nearly walked into Evil. “Death, you miserable failure. You just killed a mental kid and now you’re crying about it. How many kids have you taken over the centuries, Hmm?” Death’s face hardened.
“I did not kill him.” His voice cracked, and he struggled not to put a fist in Evil’s face that second. Goodness knows that wouldn’t end well. In fact, Goodness had told him that once. “He wasn’t mental… I didn’t kill him. There is nothing I can do to stop…me. I go with life.”
“Right. Okay, whatever. But really, stop being so emotional. It’s embarrassing to be…”
Death expected him to go on, but then Evil’s eyes widened and with a wave of his hand the flames dispersed from the wall as quickly as they had come. The drawings on the outside were in crumbles, but the ones near the middle were barely singed. Evil stalked over quickly and snatched one down. “How….how could he know?” It was a drawing of a serpent, beautiful in a terrifying way, and Death realized that the serpent must’ve been Evil in one of his forms. Evil grabbed another down, this time the one down of himself inhaling Fear (grotesque really, but Death had seen worse. Maybe). He dropped both of those and ripped a final drawing down, one that Death hadn’t noticed before. It was Evil, lying on the ground, maybe even…underground…with a sword point to his neck. Evil stuffed it in his pocket before Death could glimpse who was holding the sword, and, obviously forgetting why he came, turned and vaporized through the window.
“No! Wait!” Death yelled. A part of him hoped Evil wouldn’t hear, a part of him hoped he would. In the end he got the best of both worlds because Evil heard, glanced behind him, but then kept going. Death wouldn’t know yet why Evil had taken his feather – or what hold it had over him. The thought of this brought Fear a little closer, but Death vaporized the feeling and turned back to the wall. Slowly, he removed the drawing of himself looking so free and put it in his pocket, to remind him of what he could never have. Then, before flying through the window, he lit the wall up in a fierce fire again and watched it quickly burn.
Temptation was so incredibly sick of these amateurs. Greed and Wealth were so lazy, always lagging behind, and he could not keep a hold of Fame for the death of him. They were to meet their Dark Master in the desert, but he sure hoped (can Temptation hope?) that they wouldn’t meet him like this. How could Temptation get a promotion with such idiotic servants giving him a bad name? They were near, Temptation could feel it. Nobody had specified what desert to meet in and where, but he could follow his instincts. He was old enough to know when he was sensing the presence of something powerful, good or evil as it may be. After traveling for a while, making constant stops to keep up with everyone’s tight schedules (Greed had a banker to take over, Wealth had a few pensions to exploit and Fame was just everywhere) they hit the desert. But as they walked, the air changed… Something was not right. The presence of something good was near… but it wasn’t overwhelmingly strong like the vessel was supposed to be, but it also definitely wasn’t weak. Just in time, Temptation realized what was going on and managed to vaporize himself and his comrades into lizards and scurry behind a bush. There they were, Grace and Mercy.
“What are they doing here?” Greed growled.
“Let’s go exterminate them once and for all!” Wealth readied himself in a pouncing position.
“They probably don’t have my autograph yet” Fame mumbled. “I bet they really want it.”
“Nobody is going anywhere.” Temptation replied. “how stupid can you be? We’re about to go tempt some crazily powerful thing and you want to waste your strength. You’re going to stay lizards until they’re gone, so shut up.”
Grace and Mercy sashayed past in their calm manner, but they were not unaware of the evil lurking around. “Where is that coming from?” Mercy whispered to her sister.
“I don’t know” Grace replied, “but I don’t think we can stop and find out. We have to go report to the council. We’ve been delayed too long already.” With that they walked faster and leaped to sky in the form of doves. A second later, but also a lifetime later, they arrived at the meeting of the Council of Good (a meeting was held every second). Love rose as they came in.
“Grace! Mercy! You’re here!”
They smiled. “Yes, finally!” Grace said. “But not to bring good news. There’s something extremely dark going on in the West. I can’t even explain it, but… I’ll try.” She took a deep breath and Mercy put her hand on her sisters shoulder. “We came back… we just appeared. On the ground, in front of a city. So much time has passed since we were first taken, so I don’t have any idea who could have come and got us. Anyways the city… it was huge, and dark and all of the people…” she trailed off and Mercy stepped in.
“People were running into the city, like they were afraid of something! They were all running in, but there was nobody coming out. Not anybody! It’s like once they were in, they were trapped.”
“Trapped? Gentleness asked? “Something is trapping humans?”
“We were hoping you’d know more about this than we do.” Grace mumbled miserably. “there was a shadow, too.”
“Yes. It told us that the people were trying to hide from the Maker. He said they were getting trapped. He told us to come to you.”
Faithfulness addressed the rest of the council. “Who could bring our sisters back, and who would be able to appear as a shadow while still having good inside of them? I don’t understand.”
Love, however, radiated understanding. “I do. I know. Come, brothers and sisters, let us converse and make plans, for a war is coming. Then, it’s time to find Humility.”
#1: The story of evil http://standinginthestorm.wordpress.com/2013/11/15/a-story-of-evil-wicked-witch/
#3: The two Fears http://standinginthestorm.wordpress.com/2013/11/21/the-two-fears/
#5: Fall of Pride http://standinginthestorm.wordpress.com/2013/11/27/the-fall-of-pride/
#6: The Coming of the Counterparts: https://beforeyoucall.wordpress.com/2013/11/28/948/
#7: A Taste of Revenge: http://standinginthestorm.wordpress.com/2013/12/03/a-taste-of-revenge/
#8: The Council of Good: https://beforeyoucall.wordpress.com/2013/12/06/the-council-of-good/
#9; Time’s Betrayal: http://standinginthestorm.wordpress.com/2013/12/13/times-betrayal/