The Fallen Beast

A small tale about corruption and disdain.

 

The Fallen Beast

 

It has been in the making…the ruining of a sect of soldiers by their own peers and of higher foes. The family is torn for none feel safe among the others. The seniors in the ranks cast down upon this small sect to pour their anger, their malice, their rage. It is here in this community of the desert lands that morale was shattered. The senior in rank, the one who was placed in charge for a short while, has emerged from his disdain cave and wrecked havoc upon them. They are powerless, for who can contend to the power of him?—whose rank is higher than many can reach.

 

But there is something that others in this flock do not know. Hypocrisy runs wild with him. He speaks of ill wills with his forked tongue. His is not the last of his kind for there are many out there—many who shall come to break the hearts of the sheep. He is a goat. He carries the symbol of the fallen angel—but it remains hidden from the eyes of the sheep, the cattle—the livestock.

 

And how has this come about? The morning was upon them when the goat, the beast, the marked one came in to spread lies and retreat into the comfort of his cave. Those who were near to him, dared not to disturb the lowly beast for he was not like the one whom he replaced for a short while. The power bestowed upon him was like the power given to the morning star to guard the throne of God. And yet you ask me…what hypocrisy was it that spread forth from his mouth?

 

It happened many a times at his cave. The night covered his secret but for two lonely sheep in the darkness. Their eyes peered through the veil and his unholy act was caught. He took a sheep into his cave and spread his blasphemies upon the lowly creature. Nights passed on as the beast continued his nightly endeavor for the watchful eyes of the two sheep were ever present.

 

Time passed and the beast began to tire from his nightly pleasures. But as fate had it, an opportunity came, before his time to rule was up, that he took it upon himself to break the small tender piece of happiness of this insignificant flock. The example was now set and he stood in his cave, high up upon the mountain, jeering at his last accomplishment. But how can he be so cruel?

 

How can he be so cruel as to deny one of these very sheep, healing aid. His horse upon which he rode on cast aside this lowly sheep that was in much need of help for it was suffering so. Liar! Herald of evil! Hypocrite!

 

Soon his time on the desert lands shall end and he shall be swallowed up as the fallen angel was cast into the fiery pits of the abyss. The truth…it shall find him and reveal his plans. For that is what shall happen for the power of the earth binds him.

Author's Note

Ignore grammar problems. I would like to know what you think of the story--there are many parts to it.
I wrote this last year when I was angry because of the events.