That smile. That same bright, wonderful smile. The smile that belonged to the one who stood above me. It's the only clear thing as my eyes go hazy. So bright. So beautiful. So captivating. So entrancing. Even in this moment, as I find myself fading, I can still feel the spell it cast. A smile that belonged to no mere mortal.
Was he then a god or even just a divine being? Was I really so shallow as that? Perhaps I was. Perhaps, it's what I needed to think. I needed that thought to deal with the situation. To make sense of it all. It had been so long since I'd been with anyone. I needed someone beautiful, someone like him.
He held me close. Told me he loved me. Made me feel safe, but it was all a ruse. Or perhaps it is simply the proper procedure. Whatever the case, I'm not long for this world. My destiny, it seemed, is already cut and measured and my time is growing short, though I didn't quite know it as I held on to this life.
All I remember is us enjoying each others' company just as we always had, when he began tearing me apart. It seems strange but that's just how it happened, just that suddenly. The pain didn't even hit me for a few seconds. All I saw was flesh and blood, my flesh and blood as it was ripped from me and strewn against the walls.
I screamed, my voice threatened to give out, but that was little concern. I reached out trying to hold him back with the gentlest of touches, but it was no use. I hadn't the strength to hold him back, not anymore, nor do I believe I ever could have. After all, it was his strength that initially attracted me.
Still, I suppose if there was one thing I took solace in, it was that smile. I still don't know why, but it held me so and would not let go. All I know is that even with my body being torn apart and my entrails being pulled free, I just couldn't help but stare at it. Did I wish him ill? I believe so, though I'm really not sure.
I'm falling now, through a haze of white billowing clouds. Plummeting through an endless vortex of colors and shapes. Something is happening to me. I know not what, but I can feel it all the same. A presence is slowly creeping through my mind. A kind of shadow falling across my thoughts.
Instinctually I reach out, there is nothing there, but I could swear I was feeling something. Someone is there. A strange someone. I can feel their presence pushing into mine. A kind of subtle invasion, but I do not feel threatened. Just a kind of malaise as my thoughts become razor sharp.
"So many faces you have had, all of them sweet and disarming," I hear the words formulate in my head as my body displaces through the limbo. "So many poor souls have you brought to this place, only for them to end in a very grisly manner. But I am not weak, I am not helpless. I am vengeance personified and this day you find yourself within my power." My feet touch down on familiar land. "Can you not hear it? It is the bell that tolls, it tolls for you. And with every chime that echoes the spirits of your victims cry aloud. They are restless and find their shallow graves unfit for a proper bed." I walk forward, undeterred by the strange layout. "The guilt is yours, the sin belongs only to you. You relished every moment of their deaths, you smiled broadly as you tore them to pieces. Now you will smile as they tear you apart."
At last I come upon a familiar building. The door flies open wide. He's standing there, ready with his next victim. She is younger than any previous. I look at his smile. The smile that had captivated me, but that was when I was of flesh. I am no longer. I am not weak anymore, and I will have his blood. The thoughts and actions are merging with my own.
But the scene has not been set properly for our engagement. I allow the power to rise. To build up inside of me. Then I release it. It sends a powerful shockwave that destroys the small hovel. The place is now barren. There are no more walls. No more obstacles. There are only graves. The graves of his victims. They rise. They desire vengeance. They desire his death.
The spirits exude forth and culminate upon him. They swirl in a mass engulfing, tearing, ripping, destroying. Unfortunately, in their fanaticism, they also attack his victim. She fares no better, but it is a small price to pay for vengeance realized. I watch as that same sickening smile falls away. He is not so happy, not anymore.
His soul now releases from its prison of flesh, but not to a better place. I have made for myself a bargain and I will see it completed. I will drag him into the very depths of the pit. I will see him writhe. I will know his screams and he shall never be rid of me. For all eternity I shall share his cell to be his personal tormentor.