The Blue Eyed Child: Give and Take (6)

N: *barely above a whisper* Lord . . . Gabriel . . . ?

G: I wonder if the b*****d left me with my powers . . . *reaches for the Hades' statue still on the floor. It flies into his hand* Good *goes to the bedside* Yes, my child, I am here. *Naomi's hand out from under the blanket, reaches and lightly grabs it*

N: *opens eyes, seeing your face, and instantly smiles, blushing at your touch* How does the new soul feel?

G: Like Hell *chuckles* And you?

N: *nods* I'm fine, just, a bit empty.

G: Wait. What? *suddenly very panicked*

N: *smiles wide* It's fine, mainly because you have a majority of my old soul, which is now yours.

G: Why you little . . .

N: But, It's okay. Your father use to take parts of my soul out all the time. That's how I knew how to do that.

G: *making an attempt to calm self down, stands, letting go of her hand* Take it. Put it back. Take your soul.

N: *shakes head* No.

G: Have you forgotten that I am the Lord of this manor, that I control this land, and I control the very air you breath? So, do as I command, and TAKE YOUR SOUL!!

N: *shakes head again, only a bit frightened* No, M'Lord.

G: Do as I command, or so help me God, there will be Hell to pay

N: *sits up, blanket covering me still* No

G: You tempt me, Woman?

N: *looks into your eyes* It is your soul, not mine. I will not take what isn't mine

G: DO AS I COMMAND!!! *all around them, thunder and lightening crash. The earth trembles and churns, rain pelting the windows*

N: *backs up against the bedpost, terrified. Looks around and hesitates* N-N-No, M-M'Lord . . .

G: Child! *grabs a large piece of wood from the fireplace. In his hands, he fashions it into a stake* Either you take it, or I deliver it.

N: *looks at the stake, then at Gabriel, then back at stake, voice lost*

G: I am mortal now. And therefore I have a life I may claim. Now. Take it.

N: But . . . Without it, you won't be mortal, and you shall be soulless again.

G: Then my soul shall go to Tartarus.

N: *shakes head* I will not take your soul. *reaches for her dress, quickly sliding it on. Stands once it's on, staring Gabriel down*

G: Then I will be the escort. *quickly brings stake down, impaling the chest. Blood drains from his body as he collapses on the floor*

N: LORD GABRIEL! *bends down next to him, trying to stop the blood flow* No, No, No!

G: *black eyes gazed over* Take it . . .

N: *obediently nods* Yes, M'Lord *takes Gabriel's hand again and begins to chant in Greek*

G: In order to live . . . I must first walk the path of the dead . . .

N: *opens eyes in disbelief, continuing the chant*

G: Don't give me that look, Child. *chuckles. Inhales sharply in pain*

N: *eyes full of worry. A shining green leaves Gabriel's body and goes into Naomi's*

G: *pain goes away from his face* Ah, much better.

N: *Sharp intake, falls backwards, hand on heart. Looks at you, scared*

G: What is it, young one?

N: I feel . . . Different, and my heart . . . It feels bad.

G: Please *sits up* Do tell.

N: *trying not to sound rude* My soul still feels hollow, but some of the emptiness is replaced with a bad feeling . . .

G: Come now, Child. You can do better than that. *looks to the hearth. The timber inside bursts into flames*

N: *looking into the flames* I . . . I feel like my soul is tainted. Like I did something truly unpure, and that the Gods have left me to die.

G: Hmmm . . . *holds out hands* Come here.

N: *hesitates, then takes hands*

G: *gripping hands* My Lord, Hades, please listen.

N: *eyes widen and tried to pull away*

G: *continues* Please, grant me a small part of a soul of each pure, strong, courageous soul, so that I may do my bidding with them.

N: *pulls harder* M'Lord, stop! Please!!

G: I am Gabriel, and I ask in the name of my Lord, Hades. *white light begins to drift up from the floor, it beginning to collect around Gabriel's head*

N: *looking at the souls* Lord Gabriel, don't call him here, please!

G: *hands have a grip of iron. The lights around his head collect further* Go forth, my brethren

N: Lord Gabriel, what are you do-

*the light around Gabriel's head travels down his arm like lighting, searing his skin. It dissapears in Naomi's hands, leaving tiny pin pricks*

G: It is done.