Mistakes of the Past

Nathan stared at me for the longest time. His eyes looking me up and down. I stood still, like a deer in headlights. I flinched when Jackson touched my arm, moving between me and Nathan. They looked like complete opposites. Like two dogs ready to fight... I looked between them, I felt like I was caught between them. Two kids fighting over a toy.    "Don't....touch her...." Jackson mumbled, an exhausted threat lined each word.    "Or what? You have already tested masters patience. I was sent here because of you, and I was forced to find a vessel that was already close to you two." Nathans sharp gaze turned to me and I felt a cold shiver slide down my spine. "And since you clearly can't do your job...ill have to do it for you."    "No....! I..I just...I need more time.."    "He wanted the job done by the age of eighteen. He's been waiting patiently for a year, Samael."    I looked at Jackson conf

I stumbled against the door, yanking at the knob, twisting and pushing and pulling. But the lock held true. I looked back at the beast, a scream escaping me, trying to call for help. I shoved my shoulder into the door, kicking at it, trying to use brute force. I whimpered when I heard a gurgling growl come from behind me. I screamed for help again, sobbing splitting open the rest of my calm. Panic settling as I put my back to the door and stared at the thing. Its long tongued licked over its gums and teeth. It knew I couldn't escape. I glanced around, trying to find anything of use, my eyes landing on the fire poker.    I waited, my body trembling as the beast got closer, only about five feet were between us. And each drop of drool made me want to puke. It got into a pounce position, my body stiffening against my control. Then, it lunged, it's jaws were snapped opened, its aim at my leg. It liked to make its prey suffer. But I ducked, and crawled away, a loud thud

The clothes I had changed into after my bath back at the mansion couldn't fight off the chilly tunnel that wasn't just from itself. The jeans and t-shirt unable to help as my body felt flushed and drained as I stared at nothing wide eyed and shocked. The blue eyed person carried me with ease, no hesitation and no falters.    "Why....?" My voice was off pitch and shaking, as if I was having my own personal earthquake.    "To be honest, I am not to sure why Lucifer wants you. Unless that was a nasty trick from Belial. Or maybe from Samael himself. That's what I am hoping to find out." The tunnel started to get brighter. The soft light made the black shadowy walls look like a deep gray. The gloomy atmosphere reflecting my own storm inside.    "Where are we going...?"    "Oh, now you ask that, eh?" I grimaced and looked down the tunnel. "...We are going to my place. Well, technically just a cave I enchanted to hide

The training room was far bigger then I had anticipated. And its location was just as surprising. The stone steps that were hidden behind a secret door had been worn down, clearly well used. They curved slightly before pulling their curtains of stones to the sides to show off the room. It was at least the size of 10 football fields and  about as tall as the empire state building.    "No wonder...those were....such long...stairs.." I panted softly. Apophis glanced at me, a grin spreading. He hadn't even broken a sweat.    "Think of it as a warm up." He turned to look at me and walked backwards until there was about ten meters between us. "First up, combat. Do you know how to punch?"    I stared at him, "yes.." I forced myself to remember the first person I had ever punched. It was at least three years ago, the girls name was....Emily..? Yeah..That's it. She kept trying to claim my work as her own, telling me that it wasn't li

Apophis had led me to a bathroom, one that was made for a king. As I looked around at the wide space I couldn't help but gape. The whole room was black marble with gold decorations. The gold tub was bigger than a hot tub, maybe the size of a pool. The water was already warm and up to the brim of the tub. The more I thought about it the more sense it made. He is an Egyptian god..    I walked around the room, looking at the hieroglyphics that were embedded in the marble with a thin gold band on the top and the bottom. The thin bands stayed parallel, trapping each image between them. The stunning gold shimmered in the fire light, drawing me closer as I watched, perplexed and amazed. The curves and grooves of each picture had an inlay of gold, the flickering of fire making it look alive; as if the birds and squiggles were dancing. I let my fingertips slide across the smooth engraved gold as I walked around the room. The four columns in the corners of the room the only