Dissention and Ascension

Dissention And Ascension
Chapter one: in the beginning….
BY: Alexander Mathews

In this beginning of modern scripture for the ages live a tale of holy events. These stories to be marked in the pages of the ironic bible hold such purity and calamity  that the story must be told. The darkest of kings the devil Satan has all but enjoyed his corrupted and dark seat of power. The power of sin and suffering fills him as to this date but he longs to be in the gates of heaven.  For what seem like millennia to him he searches for the way out of his hell down below.  But it seems he has found scriptures… powerful tomes which tell him a answer the loophole into heaven. For now he plots and recruits new minions to gather the light of good works so that they may shine upon him and give leverage for his ascension.



               It was dark… the surrounding heat crept up along her body as she slowly awakes. She sees nothing around her but the low light in front and feels a heat hotter than any flame she ever dared neared in her life. Her heart seemed as to melt under a certain grief and guilt with sin. Slowly she tried to rise to her feet her hand slowly feeling the surface beneath her. She retracted her hand quickly to her chest as what she felt was a hot pulsing flesh underneath her body. “where am I?” she said in a near whisper as the floor gave a quick pulse making her body shudder.  

She quickly rose to her feet as she turned to the only source of light and blackest of dark. Slowly and cautiously she made her way to it only to be met with a monstrous silhouette. The shadow in the light stood tall, massive even to the fair bodied woman as what she could tell was some kind of monster. “Sarah… I welcome you to my esteemed abode” the shadow spoke, and it seemed to had opened it’s eyes for now Sarah saw two orbs blacker than the dark that surrounded her.

“where am I!” she boldly shouted but didn’t hear an echo from the surrounding walls, the giant of the shadow only moved closer just a little closer. “you my dear” he replied with a voice so dark that it was inhuman, “your no longer on this earth for the time being.. Your in the bowels of eternal fire… He laughed softly but with such force it made the fleshy walls squirm under his voice. “I’m in… it can’t be! I never done anything … I’m not even dead!” she held her hands to her chest her heart confused, grieved that the weight made it seem it was sinking to her feet.

“I have brought you here my dear Sarah to ask of your help in a matter most becoming of me” he went on in as the heat around the room seemed to die down but never extinguish. “what kind of demon needs my help anyway?” Sarah sneered but failed miserably her body was to stricken with surprise in fear. “The king of all demons… the first fallen angel and evil incarnate”. Sarah’s eyes widen at her captor’s words as it seemed her heart stopped from the fear that seemed pent up in her from birth to this moment now,  she fell to her original position since her awaking realizing who he was.

“I’m…in hell….” was her only words as it seem all emotion started to leave her body as the devil moved closer to her, the evil she was feeling was overwhelming along with pain, suffering , agony, and sorrow. “I have come bearing a trade.. One that I feel you wont refuse” he said darkly the heat around her seemed to burn her, make her sweat as she slowly rose tears in her eyes.

“What do you have that I want! Nothing! You can’t conger me!” she yelled at him her heart seem to beating at a crawl. What she saw next was a large grin his teeth gnarled like blades as his arm reached a little for her but stopped as she heard a faint cry “I have him”. suddenly all that emotion rushed back into her heart making it want to explode out of her chest as her vision grew blurred from the tears she started to shed “him..?”. “that’s right I believe this is your baby… but if I remember he was still born..” those words struck her heart the worse, worse than the atmosphere had around her heart, worse than any other heartache she had ever felt.

“I believe your love had left you over the fact as well” he pushed on darkly. “I believe his words were I don’t want a woman who can’t bear me a child”, “SHUT UP!!!” she sobbed “LEAVE ME BE!!!” she cried on deaf ears.   “I have what you want right in my hands Sarah… and all you have to do is listen to my proposal and accept it”, Sarah looked up into the shadow of the devil as she heard more crying from her lost son and nodded slowly in defeat.  “now come to me…” he requested in darkest of voices as she slowly walked to the behemoth shadow as the devil’s free clawed hand took hold of her.

Slowly the hand rose her up to the darkest of orbs he had for eyes which seem to sap her goodwill her innocence. “I shall bestow on you a gift dear Sarah, use it well”, and with that final word spoken the pain began. Sarah’s body shook and flailed in what seemed to be an epileptic fit, the pain was beyond reason that she was feeling. To describe in her point of view it seemed as if her body was deteriorating and regenerating at the same time, the pain fired every never she had.

This happened only in a minute or so but it seemed like an eternal stay in hell for Sarah the pain had stolen her voice, her tears. But then it was over and the pain stopped not gradually, not suddenly, but instantly.  The large claw slowly set her down as she fell to the floor limp, her senses not fully aware yet but her hearing as she herd the muffled cries of her son in the devils hand. “Now rise Sarah…” the devil said, and she did slowly but surely she stood to her feet looking up to the shadow that was the devil.

Then her vision blurred and the room seemed to melt in front of her eyes as she was left in darkness, then her vision slowly returned to her as she saw she was in a back alley of her town. She looked around but saw nothing but the alley and the street at the end of it. She walked out of the alley and looked around it was the dead of night and the only light was from an old lamppost.  She looked to her left and saw an aging homeless person on the side walk.

Sarah though nothing on it as if was a dream until.. “go to that man…”. Sarah did a double take as if she gone crazy, but then she realized that it was in her head the voice was coming from. “go to that man.. Talk to him learn of his hardships… then touch him and you shall receive the light of your good works..”, she was hesitant but she mustered the courage to finally approach him. “umm… hello there..” she said shyly the man weakly looked over to her coughing a bit “yes?”. “umm.. How are you sir? shouldn’t you be in a shelter?”, “well miss I would if I could” he coughs again covering his mouth with a bandana, “but both of my legs are lame… they got infected..”.

“Oh my..” she said listening, “don’t you have a home?” “I was kicked out by my own wife after I returned from Vietnam and the war, she said it changed me”. “changed you how?” Sarah asked,  “she said I was different man.. Not the one she loved and then just left me”. Sarah held a hand to her heart she also knew the feeling of having a loved one leave for a superficial reason, and fells his pain.

She reaches out and touches his shoulder to share her sympathy with him. But then she felt her body pulse and her arm grew warm, then the warmth seemed to crawl down her arm into the man’s shoulder. She saw with her eyes as the man’s feet began to twitch and have feeling in them. “oh my god” she mouthed silently as she watched his legs come back to life.  “what the…” he exclaimed as he slowly stood up on his own two feet.

Then Sarah stood back and the world turned gray and time stopped. She looked at the man and he was as still as a statue with a surprised expression glued on his face.  Suddenly an orb of light starts to float out of his back and it fluttered to her hands and disappeared. “what was that?” Sarah spoke as she was looking around the still life earth, the devil’s voice suddenly appeared out of nowhere. “that is the light from your good works, the effect from the precious gift I gave you… your touch can heal the sick and injured even when death is inevitable”.

“But what about that light? What was that about?” she asked, “that light will appear each and every time you do a good deed under my name.. I want you to collect as many as you can…”. “What ever happened to being the evil incarnate?, the dark lord or whatever” she sneered, “I grow tried of hell and wish to be in the promise land that was taken from me.. And you and the others that I choose will gain me that leverage to return to the kingdom, do that for me Sarah and you shall have your son in your arms again”.  Then the voice stopped and time started again as she was back to looking at the newly healed man.

“I don’t know how miss but your touch gave me the will to walk” he said chuckling softly. “well if you don’t mind sir I must be getting home I have a long….long day” she said as she rushed to her home leaving the man there alone not living far she made it there in a few minuets. Meanwhile the man was still wondering to himself how this happened when in the darkness of the alley two arms sprung out and grabbed the man’s neck choking the life out of him.

Slowly from the shadows came the body that the arms belonged to a boy in his late teens his expression dark, sadistic but calm. The man flailed as the boy held his throat in a vice grip when the boy opened his, “you have accepted the gift of the devil and tasted the flames of evil… if that is what you wish, then ill be more than obliged to let you indulge in them…”. With those words spoken the boy took the choking man in to the alley, into the shadows with only the sounds of muffled gasps for air could be heard.