03-10-2016, 02:48 PM
The doorbell rang, through the door he could hear the clatter of forks, spoons, and knives as they scraped a layer of cheap ceramic dish ware into the every food they were eating. Suddenly the food stopped, he could sense the passing of curious looks, and exchange of questioning stares as it was finally decided who would get the door.
They had all sat down for dinner, the whole entire family. Behemoth’s eyebrow raised out of curiosity. Who were these people? There were no primes among them. Finally the door opened, and Behemoth put on his charming yet fragile “William” smile, but he also did not hesitate to make it quite clear who was in charge. “Oh, hi, sorry to bother you, but is Katia here?”
Martha blinked, hesitantly. She had been told to expect trouble, but not so soon. There was a waver of doubt on her face as she deliberated what she would say, and finally settled on, “Who are you?” As Katia looked up at the sound of her name.
Suddenly, the entire family she as living with didn’t matter. The door creaked open, and the rest of the family froze in that very instant. It was not that Behemoth had frozen the time, but he had merely extended his reach into everyone’s minds and pressed “pause” on their weak little brains.
Katia, however, was a different story. The girl had looked up, and struck him almost with an accusatory “YOU!” but she did not speak this, rather, the word formed in his mind telepathically. Behemoth almost snickered, by doing this, the young girl had given herself away. She was rather unskilled, and, vaguely sweeping the girl’s memories, it didn’t seem her sister knew about this particular ability.
“Ah, Katia, what a pleasure to finally meet you.” Behemoth let himself in, as he slinked past Martha and the doorway all together. “Do you know who I am?”
His eyes fixed on her as she pondered an answer, finally she concluded, after giving him a thorough mind-sweep, that she could not derive any information from the man. In-fact, she had never met anyone her power did not work on, this gave her a clue, if not an idea, of who -or what- had just entered through the front door. Finally she asked, “No, who exactly are you?”
“That’s unimportant at this time, not to say that I’m unimportant, but to say that you knowing, is.” He smiled, almost playfully, but below the surface, he too was trying to get a read on the telepathic girl, who made him feel oddly nostalgic.
“So, Katia, tell me about your sister, and the truth please,” he tested his limits, but waited patiently as images, sharp and powerful, sprung into the young girl’s mind, which he read, and welcomed the knowledge into his own.
An image of her was brought to life by a moving memory, one which Katia was powerless to withhold. It was “Christa” which appeared to be her name, in the Nexus. She was a tall woman in her mid to late twenties, she had blonde hair and striking blue eyes. She was quite attractive, but had a very strong air around her and carried an evident dominance in her casual yet poised posture. Her attire was scraggly, yet from her skin bounced a radiant glow, one that shimmered in the white light of the Nexus.
Tears were rolling down the woman’s cheeks, hot and fast, as she looked into Katia’s eyes. Behemoth saw it all from the youth’s shortness, suddenly Christa leapt forward and Katia was smothered in the warmth of a hug that HE felt. Behemoth was a bit startled, and recoiled at the thought of affection, as though it were an unwanted invader in his mind. Still, he continued to ‘watch’ the memory as though it were his own. Katia and Christa both wore great smiles on their faces, and Christa didn’t seem to want to let her sister go. They were reunited, Behemoth put together, after being apart for such a very long time.
Next, the secondary sought answers. What had caused this memory? Immediately, he saw the answers he was looking for, and they were not defended by any kind of firewall, no, despite Katia’s reluctance, she could not fight the sheer power of his mind within hers. She gritted her teeth too, because the experience of him digging for her memories was not only uncomfortable, but something she felt was very painful, for she felt every second of his mind probing hers.
Sharp tweaks, like needles, and the last memory flared in her mind. It seemed to be the death of the young girl, how sad. Christa held the ten year old in her arms, sobbing in some forgotten street in Coruscant. It was a bit sad... No, it WAS sad. Behemoth could feel it, and revolted again at the immense passion of the wave of emotion that threatened to overwhelm him. He nearly hissed and receded away from her memories, he had attained what he had entered her mind for, the motive of Christa’s adventure, and the pivotal moment of her success -when she was able to summon her sister back to life once more.
While this was all more or less a review of history and events that had taken place within the last year or so of the Omniverse, Behemoth now looked at the girl. “So, your sister’s name is Christa, tell me, this time using words, how did she become a Prime?”
Apparently, Katia didn’t want to answer, and this grew more and more evident on her precious little pouting face. But her mouth, for some reason, moved without her will, and Katia’s tongue rolled on without her yielding it to stop. “Christa became a Prime after collecting a group of individuals- secondaries- to go to the Oververse. Apparently they made it, because, as you seem to be able to see, there she is, in her very Prime form.”
“Is it not unfortunate she did not ask Omni to make you a Prime?” Behemoth asked, “Perhaps in her steed?”
“I’m not sure what happened in the Oververse, because I wasn’t there. My sister was granted what she was by Omni, and she chose, with her newfound abilities, to bring me back to life. For that, I’m grateful.” Katia said stoically.
“Oh, are you now? Do you not resent your sister at all, for the world she has brought you back to?” Behemoth’s tongue snaked in his mouth as he suggested the temptation to believe this, one that he hoped might stain Katia’s mind black with the ever-so-powerful sin, that was doubt.
“No.” Katia’s answer was both honest and stern. She had a strong will. Making her nearly incorruptible. But there were other ways.
“I see. Well, I just thought the whole matter was fascinating, is all, when I heard that there was a secondary, if not an entire group of them, who had become Primes. After all, that kind of thing is pretty... Legendary.” Behemoth’s teeth, sharp and white, flashed in the evening light. He paused for a moment, noticing the young girl’s ample distraction as she looked at the void faces of those she was surrounded by.
“I bet you’re wondering what I did to them.” Behemoth mused, “I might tell you, if you tell me where your sister is.”
A flash of hidden knowledge struck through Katia’s mind. Behemoth waited, and Katia looked mournfully at the people around her. She shook her head reluctantly, denying her own curiosities, and told the devil simply, “No.”
“Understandable. However, you did just make this a lot simpler.” Behemoth turned now, suddenly, and looked the girl straight in the eye. He now spoke, “I came here looking for her you know, but now that I’m here, I think I’ll take you instead. Your mind is rather intriguing, as I can’t read it so simply as I can the commoners. You have a very special ability. Unfortunately for the others, this means their death.”
Flames of hot fire traced along his feet as Behemoth so subtly knocked over a candle, and set the carpet on fire. It spewed with liquid flame and traced all along the corners of the house, slowly making their way for Martha’s family, who were sitting at the kitchen table and staring blankly forward. Martha’s feet were glued to the ground, while smoke detectors suddenly blared in her ears. Katia screamed helplessly, and had sprung up, running to the table in an attempt to save them. However, no one would budge, Katia tried to move their seats, but they were like cement, and sealed into the ground. “Come on! WAKE UP!” She pleaded with the sleeping corpses of her new family.
Finally she gave up on those at the dinner table and reasoned quickly that Martha, who was standing, had the most probability to be awoken. She grabbed the woman’s hand, who had been like a mother to her for the last couple of days while Christa had been away, and now, because of her, she would die and like her house, go up in flames.
The whole room was nearly engulfed with fire now. Sweat formed on the young girl’s brow and stung at her eyes. She clenched her jaw, and used every muscle in her body to pull Martha’s arm out the door. Smoke singed at her lungs now, and the lack of air in the room was making the young girl woozy. It was too hot, her fingers and ears had turned red, meanwhile Katia was sure that the toes of her socks had been burnt through.
“WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER?” Katia shrieked.
Behemoth stood near Martha, looking at the girl almost pityingly. His eyes glowed green, and were lit by the fire, while his expression was gaunt and unmoved by the young girl’s desperation. “Let her go or she’ll die!”
Behemoth seemed stirred by that remark, but not in the way Katia had hoped. Behemoth moved, only slightly, closer to caress Martha’s cheek. He paused and turned to her, sadistically letting the satisfied tones of his voice leak through, “Don’t you see? That’s the point?”
...
A chill of realization crept below Katia’s skin, death was one of the most fatal things she knew, and while it had not been an end-all for her or her sister, for other secondaries, it was all over.
Her sister!
The thought struck her, that was what this was all about. And sure, if Martha’s entire family died, Christa could bring them back to life, but that was only a conditional thought, and no one, the young girl thought and knew from experience, should have to go through death if she could help it. “If I tell you where she is will you stop this?” Katia pleaded.
“Perhaps,” Behemoth remarked nonchalantly as he tilted his ear closer, waiting expectantly.
“She’s gone to the Pale Moors, tracing back some rumor about murder and an epidemic. Now will you PLEASE stop this?!” Katia begged now, for she looked over to the dining room, and it was so full of smoke that she could not see the other kids any longer, meanwhile, flames knee-high crawled up the back of Martha’s legs. The smell of burnt flesh crept to the young girl’s nose as she nearly got down on her hands and knees, and begged the man to put out the fire.
“My dear, what makes you think that I can?” Behemoth’s tall form towered over her, and suddenly he seemed as though he was going to walk out of the door- no- that was exactly what he was doing.
“STOP! WAIT! YOU CAN’T DO THIS!” Katia’s voice screamed helplessly, hoarse from the fire and her own tears.
“Can’t I?” Behemoth turned back now, a little amused, but really his intrigue level was below zero. “I may just stop it, if you agree to come with me.”
“Okay, okay, anything... Just please.. Not this.. Don’t kill these people... They took me in.” Katia began to weep, the same deep tears that her sister had when she had witness her parents be brutally murdered and became an orphan.
Behemoth nearly got sick. He hated things like this, and it so deeply disgusted him, this vow of love, that he nearly just walked away right there, but still, he had done this fore a reason. And the fire still sizzled and simmered in the back round, as it continued to heat up the room. Behemoth took a step closer to the weeping girl, who was now on her knees at the doorway, begging for the lives of these meaningless people. It was all a little bit pathetic, but Behemoth could find the value in abusing the young girl’s emotions enough so that the very expression of her sorrow had a personal gain for him.
He extended his index and middle finger and placed the two fingers on her forehead. Katia was now in the room, sitting on the sofa, she blinked and the tears lessened as her lungs drew in clean air. It was like it never happened. The girl’s eyes swept the room, and Behemoth was closer to Katia now, and had stepped away from Martha, who was at the door, and the kids who were eating dinner at the table. They still had the blank expressions on their faces, but they weren’t dead, dying, or burning to death in their own house without the ability to run away.
Katia’s jaw dropped. “How did you...?”
“Sheesh, you’re lucky I didn’t actually light the house on fire,” was what Behemoth said with his mind, a little freer now, because he had asserted his immediate power of the girl, and their situation.
“It wasn’t.... real?” Katia muttered to herself, as though it were unfathomable.
“It was only as real as you made it. Now, come with me, or else they’ll actually die.” in his hand, Behemoth brandished a candle and poured its wax gently on the carpet, “Oh, and feel free to gather your things, while I eat dinner.”
On his lips, his sinister smile glowed with the candle light beaming from below his chin. He looked like an evil monster, the hollows of his eyes were dark, while the pupils looked sharp and venomous. His skin was sickly pale and his cheeks were chiseled mountains, defined by the contours of shadows on the hollows of his jawline.
It was in that very moment, Katia felt as though she had sold her own soul to the very devil himself.
They had all sat down for dinner, the whole entire family. Behemoth’s eyebrow raised out of curiosity. Who were these people? There were no primes among them. Finally the door opened, and Behemoth put on his charming yet fragile “William” smile, but he also did not hesitate to make it quite clear who was in charge. “Oh, hi, sorry to bother you, but is Katia here?”
Martha blinked, hesitantly. She had been told to expect trouble, but not so soon. There was a waver of doubt on her face as she deliberated what she would say, and finally settled on, “Who are you?” As Katia looked up at the sound of her name.
Suddenly, the entire family she as living with didn’t matter. The door creaked open, and the rest of the family froze in that very instant. It was not that Behemoth had frozen the time, but he had merely extended his reach into everyone’s minds and pressed “pause” on their weak little brains.
Katia, however, was a different story. The girl had looked up, and struck him almost with an accusatory “YOU!” but she did not speak this, rather, the word formed in his mind telepathically. Behemoth almost snickered, by doing this, the young girl had given herself away. She was rather unskilled, and, vaguely sweeping the girl’s memories, it didn’t seem her sister knew about this particular ability.
“Ah, Katia, what a pleasure to finally meet you.” Behemoth let himself in, as he slinked past Martha and the doorway all together. “Do you know who I am?”
His eyes fixed on her as she pondered an answer, finally she concluded, after giving him a thorough mind-sweep, that she could not derive any information from the man. In-fact, she had never met anyone her power did not work on, this gave her a clue, if not an idea, of who -or what- had just entered through the front door. Finally she asked, “No, who exactly are you?”
“That’s unimportant at this time, not to say that I’m unimportant, but to say that you knowing, is.” He smiled, almost playfully, but below the surface, he too was trying to get a read on the telepathic girl, who made him feel oddly nostalgic.
“So, Katia, tell me about your sister, and the truth please,” he tested his limits, but waited patiently as images, sharp and powerful, sprung into the young girl’s mind, which he read, and welcomed the knowledge into his own.
An image of her was brought to life by a moving memory, one which Katia was powerless to withhold. It was “Christa” which appeared to be her name, in the Nexus. She was a tall woman in her mid to late twenties, she had blonde hair and striking blue eyes. She was quite attractive, but had a very strong air around her and carried an evident dominance in her casual yet poised posture. Her attire was scraggly, yet from her skin bounced a radiant glow, one that shimmered in the white light of the Nexus.
Tears were rolling down the woman’s cheeks, hot and fast, as she looked into Katia’s eyes. Behemoth saw it all from the youth’s shortness, suddenly Christa leapt forward and Katia was smothered in the warmth of a hug that HE felt. Behemoth was a bit startled, and recoiled at the thought of affection, as though it were an unwanted invader in his mind. Still, he continued to ‘watch’ the memory as though it were his own. Katia and Christa both wore great smiles on their faces, and Christa didn’t seem to want to let her sister go. They were reunited, Behemoth put together, after being apart for such a very long time.
Next, the secondary sought answers. What had caused this memory? Immediately, he saw the answers he was looking for, and they were not defended by any kind of firewall, no, despite Katia’s reluctance, she could not fight the sheer power of his mind within hers. She gritted her teeth too, because the experience of him digging for her memories was not only uncomfortable, but something she felt was very painful, for she felt every second of his mind probing hers.
Sharp tweaks, like needles, and the last memory flared in her mind. It seemed to be the death of the young girl, how sad. Christa held the ten year old in her arms, sobbing in some forgotten street in Coruscant. It was a bit sad... No, it WAS sad. Behemoth could feel it, and revolted again at the immense passion of the wave of emotion that threatened to overwhelm him. He nearly hissed and receded away from her memories, he had attained what he had entered her mind for, the motive of Christa’s adventure, and the pivotal moment of her success -when she was able to summon her sister back to life once more.
While this was all more or less a review of history and events that had taken place within the last year or so of the Omniverse, Behemoth now looked at the girl. “So, your sister’s name is Christa, tell me, this time using words, how did she become a Prime?”
Apparently, Katia didn’t want to answer, and this grew more and more evident on her precious little pouting face. But her mouth, for some reason, moved without her will, and Katia’s tongue rolled on without her yielding it to stop. “Christa became a Prime after collecting a group of individuals- secondaries- to go to the Oververse. Apparently they made it, because, as you seem to be able to see, there she is, in her very Prime form.”
“Is it not unfortunate she did not ask Omni to make you a Prime?” Behemoth asked, “Perhaps in her steed?”
“I’m not sure what happened in the Oververse, because I wasn’t there. My sister was granted what she was by Omni, and she chose, with her newfound abilities, to bring me back to life. For that, I’m grateful.” Katia said stoically.
“Oh, are you now? Do you not resent your sister at all, for the world she has brought you back to?” Behemoth’s tongue snaked in his mouth as he suggested the temptation to believe this, one that he hoped might stain Katia’s mind black with the ever-so-powerful sin, that was doubt.
“No.” Katia’s answer was both honest and stern. She had a strong will. Making her nearly incorruptible. But there were other ways.
“I see. Well, I just thought the whole matter was fascinating, is all, when I heard that there was a secondary, if not an entire group of them, who had become Primes. After all, that kind of thing is pretty... Legendary.” Behemoth’s teeth, sharp and white, flashed in the evening light. He paused for a moment, noticing the young girl’s ample distraction as she looked at the void faces of those she was surrounded by.
“I bet you’re wondering what I did to them.” Behemoth mused, “I might tell you, if you tell me where your sister is.”
A flash of hidden knowledge struck through Katia’s mind. Behemoth waited, and Katia looked mournfully at the people around her. She shook her head reluctantly, denying her own curiosities, and told the devil simply, “No.”
“Understandable. However, you did just make this a lot simpler.” Behemoth turned now, suddenly, and looked the girl straight in the eye. He now spoke, “I came here looking for her you know, but now that I’m here, I think I’ll take you instead. Your mind is rather intriguing, as I can’t read it so simply as I can the commoners. You have a very special ability. Unfortunately for the others, this means their death.”
Flames of hot fire traced along his feet as Behemoth so subtly knocked over a candle, and set the carpet on fire. It spewed with liquid flame and traced all along the corners of the house, slowly making their way for Martha’s family, who were sitting at the kitchen table and staring blankly forward. Martha’s feet were glued to the ground, while smoke detectors suddenly blared in her ears. Katia screamed helplessly, and had sprung up, running to the table in an attempt to save them. However, no one would budge, Katia tried to move their seats, but they were like cement, and sealed into the ground. “Come on! WAKE UP!” She pleaded with the sleeping corpses of her new family.
Finally she gave up on those at the dinner table and reasoned quickly that Martha, who was standing, had the most probability to be awoken. She grabbed the woman’s hand, who had been like a mother to her for the last couple of days while Christa had been away, and now, because of her, she would die and like her house, go up in flames.
The whole room was nearly engulfed with fire now. Sweat formed on the young girl’s brow and stung at her eyes. She clenched her jaw, and used every muscle in her body to pull Martha’s arm out the door. Smoke singed at her lungs now, and the lack of air in the room was making the young girl woozy. It was too hot, her fingers and ears had turned red, meanwhile Katia was sure that the toes of her socks had been burnt through.
“WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER?” Katia shrieked.
Behemoth stood near Martha, looking at the girl almost pityingly. His eyes glowed green, and were lit by the fire, while his expression was gaunt and unmoved by the young girl’s desperation. “Let her go or she’ll die!”
Behemoth seemed stirred by that remark, but not in the way Katia had hoped. Behemoth moved, only slightly, closer to caress Martha’s cheek. He paused and turned to her, sadistically letting the satisfied tones of his voice leak through, “Don’t you see? That’s the point?”
...
A chill of realization crept below Katia’s skin, death was one of the most fatal things she knew, and while it had not been an end-all for her or her sister, for other secondaries, it was all over.
Her sister!
The thought struck her, that was what this was all about. And sure, if Martha’s entire family died, Christa could bring them back to life, but that was only a conditional thought, and no one, the young girl thought and knew from experience, should have to go through death if she could help it. “If I tell you where she is will you stop this?” Katia pleaded.
“Perhaps,” Behemoth remarked nonchalantly as he tilted his ear closer, waiting expectantly.
“She’s gone to the Pale Moors, tracing back some rumor about murder and an epidemic. Now will you PLEASE stop this?!” Katia begged now, for she looked over to the dining room, and it was so full of smoke that she could not see the other kids any longer, meanwhile, flames knee-high crawled up the back of Martha’s legs. The smell of burnt flesh crept to the young girl’s nose as she nearly got down on her hands and knees, and begged the man to put out the fire.
“My dear, what makes you think that I can?” Behemoth’s tall form towered over her, and suddenly he seemed as though he was going to walk out of the door- no- that was exactly what he was doing.
“STOP! WAIT! YOU CAN’T DO THIS!” Katia’s voice screamed helplessly, hoarse from the fire and her own tears.
“Can’t I?” Behemoth turned back now, a little amused, but really his intrigue level was below zero. “I may just stop it, if you agree to come with me.”
“Okay, okay, anything... Just please.. Not this.. Don’t kill these people... They took me in.” Katia began to weep, the same deep tears that her sister had when she had witness her parents be brutally murdered and became an orphan.
Behemoth nearly got sick. He hated things like this, and it so deeply disgusted him, this vow of love, that he nearly just walked away right there, but still, he had done this fore a reason. And the fire still sizzled and simmered in the back round, as it continued to heat up the room. Behemoth took a step closer to the weeping girl, who was now on her knees at the doorway, begging for the lives of these meaningless people. It was all a little bit pathetic, but Behemoth could find the value in abusing the young girl’s emotions enough so that the very expression of her sorrow had a personal gain for him.
He extended his index and middle finger and placed the two fingers on her forehead. Katia was now in the room, sitting on the sofa, she blinked and the tears lessened as her lungs drew in clean air. It was like it never happened. The girl’s eyes swept the room, and Behemoth was closer to Katia now, and had stepped away from Martha, who was at the door, and the kids who were eating dinner at the table. They still had the blank expressions on their faces, but they weren’t dead, dying, or burning to death in their own house without the ability to run away.
Katia’s jaw dropped. “How did you...?”
“Sheesh, you’re lucky I didn’t actually light the house on fire,” was what Behemoth said with his mind, a little freer now, because he had asserted his immediate power of the girl, and their situation.
“It wasn’t.... real?” Katia muttered to herself, as though it were unfathomable.
“It was only as real as you made it. Now, come with me, or else they’ll actually die.” in his hand, Behemoth brandished a candle and poured its wax gently on the carpet, “Oh, and feel free to gather your things, while I eat dinner.”
On his lips, his sinister smile glowed with the candle light beaming from below his chin. He looked like an evil monster, the hollows of his eyes were dark, while the pupils looked sharp and venomous. His skin was sickly pale and his cheeks were chiseled mountains, defined by the contours of shadows on the hollows of his jawline.
It was in that very moment, Katia felt as though she had sold her own soul to the very devil himself.
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