by Ollie Middlebrooks

Created on: July 23, 2008

"What were you in the beginning Sinclair? An angel? A fallen one?" I looked at him from over my shoulder, fingers trailing lightly over the chests of the men as I passed by them. I could feel Sinclair tense, an insistent tugging from somewhere deep inside of me.

Something that might have been confused for the tug of desire had it not transpired that, gone deeper, wound tighter. I stopped at a tall man, a boy really. Like the students that stood in nervous groups on the muddy battlefield. I looked up at him, but my voice was for Sin as I concentrated on the soldier.

"You fell didn't you? All mighty. All high. Nothing now." My eyes darted in a quick dance over the soldier until they lit on what I sought and widened, much the way a child's would have if presented with a particularly tasty bit of chocolate.

"My angel. My death. What are you now, compared to what you once were. Paying a debt that will not release you until the end of all things." I placed my hand, flat palmed against the soldiers stomach. My link to Sin tightened almost to the point of pain and I reveled in it. I could feel the soldier's panic, his uncertainty. Smell it, roll it around on my tongue almost. My fingers tightened against the armor that protected him, the heat of my skin softening the steel until a gentle impression of my hand marked his abdomen where once the steel had curved smoothly. I looked back at Sin.

He seemed frozen, much like everyone else. Though not from fear.

He had never been afraid of me and that knowledge irritated as much now as it ever did.

My voce was sadder than I had intended, not as cruel. "They pass through me Sinclair. What was I in the beginning? I was the holder. I was the key. I was the flash and the heat of all things." My voice hardened suddenly, a rage that I hadn't expected rising from somewhere deep and dark inside of me. My hand tightened on the soldier and my fingers sunk in a bit deeper until the scent of burnt flesh filled my nostrils. It made me dizzy, that smellhungry and oh so pleased. The soldier whimpered.

"Right now I am what I have always been. I have not changed, nor will I. I, out of all things am eternal."

I released the soldier, suddenly restless. I didn't hear him fall back, released suddenly from whatever spell I'd had him under as I ate up the ground that separated Sin and I. Beneath my feet, wet mud dried and cracked almost simultaneously. I placed my hands together and from the press of flesh where my palms met the excited flash of flames

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