“Doubt me……..”
The camera comes back and you see the destruction that was left by the Angels. The buildings are toppled off of their foundations and left as rubble. Some have caught flame and are burning ever so slowly in the night. Bodies lie in the street. The slaughter is a perfect portrait. Individuals are no longer recognizable. Their bodies are contorted in hideous fashions and they are drained of their souls. Blood has filled the sewers and it flows in the street as water from a midnight rain.
The camera scans the area to show Kaos still standing on the horizon. He had not moved, but watched as others accomplished what he had set out to do so many times before. He looks over the destruction and the chaos with glee. It is as a picture perfect Christmas for a beggar with all the trimmings. He has his hands locked behind him and he stands with his chest out and a smile so wondrous that it lights up the night sky. He steps forward and begins to ascend onto the battle scene.
He walks to the nearest fallen body. It is or was a man with a fancy haircut. His suit is stained with his own guts and his tie has cut deep within his throat. His eyes are blank and his mouth is gapped open. Kaos leans over him and looks down into his eyes. He reaches down and grasps the corpse by the jaw causing his mouth to open even wider. Kaos opens his mouth and as he does a dark matter comes from within the man. It flows from his mouth as insects and goes into Kaos. It only lasts a second before the darkness is no more. Kaos closes his mouth and licks his lips. He grasps the mans lower part of his mouth and jerks quickly ripping it away. Kaos tosses this aside and looks now at the man in even worse shape. He begins to laugh.
“I guess you weren’t as tainted as you look fine sir. Maybe you should have fucked your secretary a few more times or stayed up late at night touching your pre teen daughter once or twice extra. Maybe you should have just beaten your wife and slandered your mother more.”
Kaos straightens up and continues is path of death. He steps over some bodies and others he does the same as he did with the first corpse. Eventually he comes to an individual dressed in priest garb. Blood stains his mouth he seems to be unable to move his legs. He is barely hanging on. Kaos bends down over him and looks him in the eyes. The Priest speaks in garbled language that is very weak.
“My son, help me. Evil has came over this World and everyone is in danger. The Angel’s are in rebellion. You must help me. I do not wish to die. I have a family. I ……”
He stops talking long enough to cough up blood. He starts to speak once more, but Kaos places a finger softly on his lips. Kaos then proceeds to caress the Priests face ever so gently.
“Father do not worry. This World is in my hands. Everything will be alright. I will look after your family for you. They are in good hands.”
The Priests eyes grow wide and his voice is a reflection of fear.
“Oh father who art in Heaven, hallowed be thy name….”
Kaos slaps the man roughly across the face sending him over onto his stomach on the ground. He has a look of pure hate on his face and he crawls over onto the Priest grasping a large clump of his hair into his hands, he pulls the Priest’s head back to show a large cut beginning to pour blood across his face. The Priest is even weaker. Kaos leans near his ear and whispers into it.
“Do you really think old man that he will save you now? Do you think that he has the want or the precious time to save YOUR life or anyone else’s? He is quite the busy man, Father. He does not have time for someone as corrupt as you.”
Kaos stops talking long enough to catch a slight glimpse of confusion from the Priest. Kaos begins to laugh and slams the Priests head into the ground. Blood pours from his nose.
“DO you really think I don’t know, Father? I am everything and nothing. I am the space between. I walk the shadows. I see all. You are not a holy man. You are a bastard. I watched as you molested those boys in your altar. My heart heavy and the tears streaming down my cheeks. I saw you neglect your family for God. I watched as you turned this religion into your own personal excuse for everything. God does not care for you, but Father I do care for you.”
Kaos lets go of the Priest’s hair and his head falls against the ground. Kaos stands up and looks down over the Priest. He kicks him hard in the side causing him to turn back onto his back. He looks up at Kaos with tears in his eyes. Kaos smiles at him and speaks.
“Forsake your religion. Ride the wings of chaos with me and my brethren, Father. Take my hand and let us lead the World as we see fit. Our time, Father, is fate. It is destiny.”
The Priest stares into Kaos’s eyes and in an almost inaudible tone he speaks.
“…..you……are…..the…..devil…..”
Kaos looks at the Priest with a cocky gleam in his eyes.
“The Devil, Father? The DEVIL! The Devil has nothing on me! I am Kaos!”
Kaos raises his foot high into the air and lets it come crashing down onto the Priest’s head. A sick crunch is heard and the Priest is still. Blood splatters upon Kaos and the Priest’s brains ooze from his skull. Kaos looks upon this and is silent until he hears a quite whimper from an alleyway nearest him. He looks up to see a young woman. She is trying to pull herself into the alleyway. Kaos smiles and walks over toward her.
The woman looks back and sees him walking towards her. She lets out an ear piercing scream and tries to move quicker. Kaos reaches her and grabs her ankle jerking her backwards towards him. He picks her up and slams her hard into the brick wall. He head hits the wall and she becomes limp for a moment before once again trying to attack. Kaos looks at her and laughs.
“Do you really think that you can escape me? You are delirious my beauty.”
She stops struggling and begins to beg to Kaos.
“Pleas don’t kill me. Please. I don’t want to die”
Tears are falling from her eyes and spit is clinging to her lips. A large cut across her forehead has dried blood crusted to it and her blonde hair is tipped red from her own blood. Kaos reaches up and pushes her hair from her face and runs his finger over her lips.
“Oh don’t worry these last moments of your PRECIOUS life will not long be forgotten.”
The woman looks at Kaos, confused. Kaos reaches down and rips her shirt open revealing her bra. The woman tries again to struggle and Kaos backhands her hard knocking her to the ground. She is too weak to move. Kaos reaches down and unbuttons his pants, unzipping them.
“Everyone wants sexual endeavors and excitement. I don’t understand the point.”
The woman tries to pull herself away. Kaos grabs her pant leg and jerks her back, pulling her pants off of her. He then lays down on top of her and moves her hair away from her ear and leans in very close to her.
“Well I guess if that is what it takes then I guess that is what has to happen.”
The woman lets out a scream and the camera moves to show their shadows cast on the nearby brick wall. The woman is crying out in anguish and Kaos is laughing. The shadows tell the story. The camera watches the whole event in the shadows until it is over. You see the shadow of Kaos stand up and the camera points back towards them.
The woman lies upon the ground crying and Kaos now has sweat all over him. He looks down at the woman and finishes buttoning his pants.
“I hope that was as good for you as it was for me you stupid insignificant bitch.”
The woman does not move. She has her face covered by her arms and her back heaves from her sobs. Kaos walks over to her and flips her over to look into her face. Her eyes are bloodshot and puffy from the crying and she looks worse than before. A large bruise has formed from the initial strike that Kaos landed upon her. Kaos leans down and kisses her gently on her lips. When his lips touch hers she begins to seize. Her body shakes violently and Kaos rises up watching intently.
Her body continues to shake and tremor and then it is still. She does not move. Suddenly, the dark matter begins to pour from her mouth and cover her body, which catches afire. It becomes ash in a matter of seconds and Kaos looks at the pile of ash that was once someone. He opens his mouth and blows sending the ashes scattering into the night sky. Kaos watches as they float off and a tear appears in his eyes.
He falls against the building and slides down it to the ground. He begins to cry heavily. He covers his face with his hands and lets out a scream. He drops his hands down beside him and reaches into his pocket. He pulls something out and looks at it; a razor. He twists it in his hands and then looks up at where the ash was and out into the street where the bodies lie. He then looks back down at the razor.
“This is not what I wanted.”
He then takes the razor and runs it across one wrist, then the other. Blood pours immediately from them. He just puts his hands in his lap and the blood soaks his pants and begins to trace down the alleyway towards the rest of the spilled blood.
He continues to cry, but not as heavy. The blood continues to pour and his eyes get heavy. They begin to close. He keeps opening them, until finally he can no longer do so. His head droops down onto his chest and it is over. Slowly the camera moves away from him. It begins to move upwards into the sky. It shows the destruction and the chaos in the streets. Then in the lone alleyway, Kaos has perished at his own hands. A voice begins to speak.
“The end is near, but what end. Could it be the end of a soul? The end of a reign? Could it be nothing more than an end to a tale that is long forever told? The end is always here. There is never a beginning, just an end.”
The camera fades to black.
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