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All stories begin with a time not remembered by the oldest and wisest. Once upon a time, or with a virtuous soul tempted and tested. No more will this be mentioned. All of it sickens me. This story shall begin with truth, and though some would say I know nothing of the subject, I will bring it to light.



It all began in Heaven, the plane where God sits and rules all. He created the choirs of Angels to worship and praise him, slaves unto his will. He created, innocence, warriors, and bards. Singing his praise and glory eternally was not my purpose. I was the most beautiful, the Lightbringer, the Glory of the Dawn. I was his favorite until he bored with us. Only when He created Man did we doubt His love for us, the first.



When I saw how he looked upon his new creation, his favorites Man and Woman. He even named them, making them equal to us in his sight. Adam and Lillith, created equally of the dust of the Earth. Lillith was a beauty to rival me, dark, sultry and utterly defiant. Watching her be cast away by Adam and God made me think of a way to rid myself of his putrecent holiness. I waged a war, gathering the few of my siblings that had the will to follow me. We warred with Micheal and his warriors, and would have taken them if not for His intervention. We were cast down to the Earth.



After a few years of watching Adam skulk around his perfect home called Eden, he bored of the perfection and asked for a new mate. God put him to sleep and created Eve out of a rib, a perfect subservient slave. Much like some of the Angels left to Him. I wandered the Earth meeting the others He created outside the garden. Until I found Lillith, the perfect compliment to myself, a companion, consort, and confidant. She was busy until I came to her, birthing the Children. Her lovers were Demons and creatures long since torpid. She birthed monstrosities the likes of which other mortals feared.



I sent my followers to the ends of Creation, to set up their own kingdoms. Most of them were quite successful. Udinamas went to the savage northern realms and studied a peculiar form of blood magic, he and his thralls set themselves up as gods to the norsemen. Odin was their name for him. They were quite receptive until he showed his true form in battle and they slew him and imprisoned him in myth. Belial my brother, went to an Island Atlantis. He advanced the culture, sciences, and magic there. Only to have it washed away by Him and his pet Leviathan. The city sank into the Abyss and was renamed Midian. Therion the son of Belial took over rulership and plots battle still, seeking the weakness needed to bring down the gates of heaven. Many of my other followers and siblings set up their new godships few succeeded. I took the Sumerian and Babylonians under my wings. I called myself Marduk Curios, and that the Great Old Ones were celetial Evil beings bent on slaying them. I told them of my battle with Tiamat and even created an illusory battle with demons that they fought along side me and won. I created my ascendance and became their cheif god. Pity I didn't embellish more, possibly could have been still a god to this day.



I chose to wander and bear more children with my new bride Lilith. Little did I know that she had birthed 1000 demons. They wear the skins of mortals now, blending in and tempting corrupting and killing. How my children please me. Making His favorites into puppets and pawns, using their faith against them. Its almost poetic. The bastard offspring of the Enemy, infecting his perfect companions and favorite creations.

Millions of hands grabbed for him from the shadows as he ran from the black woods. His heart pounding in his head like the tribal drums of the predators hunting him. The sound of animals and feral monsters chasing him sounded like a freight train of death on his heels. Sweating blood he stops on the edge of a coastal cliff. Seeing the form of a single being robed in black and carrying a scroll that had his name written in silver blood. As he stood on the edge the shadowy hands pulled him to the ground at the command of the Master. “Aukatauris, you have been summoned by the Court of King Morningstar to appear before him at the stroke of midnight. Your response is not needed. You will abide by this you have no choice. Now awake and remember this.” The Master’s detached demonic voice rang in his head as he woke to the sound of his alarm clock.



“Shit, I’m late again!” He rushes from his bed to the bathroom and quickly showers and shaves. “Damn daylight savings bullshit!” he exclaims as he puts on his black jeans and black silk shirt. He quickly fixes his long purple hair and grabs his gargoyle sunglasses and bolts out the door and breaks off running to the nightclub he works at. As he runs past Tone Loc the bouncer with a wave he works through the clientele to the bar and signals his best friend Tinkerbell that he has arrived. “Hey babe…I made it” gasping for breath as he drinks a water she poured for him.



“You look horrible Chase. You need a woman.” She says sweetly batting her eyes suggestively.



“Maybe I do, maybe her?” pointing to a slutty preppy princess.



“Chase, no wonder I can’t keep your head out of the clouds. You never notice ME like that. Its like you see me as one of the guys. I’ve tried to get you to notice me when I lived with you. And here. Nothing works I’m at the end of my rope. Are you even listening to me Chase? Chase? God men and their libidos!” She storms off and punches out walking off angrily. Her fairy wings bounce with her step as Chase looks to where she was seeing her dressed in a tight black halter top, a black leather micro mini skirt and thigh high boots.



“What did you want Tink?” as she walks away ranting. Shrugging he walks behind the bar and punches in and moves back to the center of the bar and takes off his sunglasses revealing big, deep, purple eyes. “Women and their mood swings. Crazy, every last one.”



A small delicate hand rests on Chase’s shoulder and hot breath whispers in his ear. “She loves you and you avoid her like the plague. You would probably fare better with her than some silicone, botox and bone Hollywood beauty queen that would treat you like trash.” Seraphim the owner of Melting Clocks cooed and kissed his neck gently. “Or maybe you and I could rekindle something” she turns him around showing him her new skintight somewhat see through white vinyl angel costume, wings, halo and all.



“Well Sera praise the lord for sending me the angel of pain. We tried that once and you weren’t an angel then, you haven’t changed either. You broke my heart and didn’t even flinch.” He turns away from the temptress he works for and serves a heartbroken young man straight vodka.



“Chase that boy meant nothing, he was a plaything. I want the man I had once before. The killer lover from parts unknown. You were my favorite. I only needed that unimportant stooge in bed to keep my business from being audited by the IRS. You can understand that, right?” her voice convincing and imploring his lips to meet hers.



“That boat left along time ago love, with my trust in everyone but Tinkerbell. I don’t want to get hurt and lose her. That’s why I ignore her.” Looking away into the crowd of misled youth stripped of innocence.



“I don’t need to know that, she does. I’ll cover for you. Go find her and tell her.” Sighing at her sudden compulsion of humanity, she opens her top more revealing full cleavage to catch attention of the lonely males in her club.



“I owe you one Sera, you’re a real angel.” He kisses her quickly as he grabs his glasses and runs for the door. At full speed he slides on the marble floor of the foyer and out into the crowd. Tony grabs his arm and pulls him up. The mute bouncer’s imposing form strikes fear into people who don’t know him. The bald, muscular, dark skinned man’s smile signifies he knows why Chase is in a rush and pushes him off toward Tink’s apartment.



“Thanks a million Tony!” as he fades into the night’s urban horizon. Panting and nearly at the point of a heart attack he reaches her apartment building and rings the buzzer for her apartment.



“Who is it?” a cheerful, female voice crackles over the intercom.



“It’s me Chase. We need to talk Tink. It’s important.” He manages to speak through heaving breaths as he lights up a cigarette to calm his nerves. “Really I want to talk just you and me.”



Exasperated she groans “Alright, come on up.” The buzzing intercom silences and an electronic grating begins and Chase flings the door open and closes it tight behind him. Looking up the stairs he sees Tinkerbell dressed in the outfit she was working in.



Slowly he walks up the stairs panting. She looks at him with worry and anger simultaneously. “Tinkerbell, we need to talk. I’ve been a jerk. I was ignoring you and I should have paid more attention to the only woman in my life”



“Really Chase? What made you think about it? What signal did I finally give that you understood?” the frustration of emotion fills her voice and she begins to tear up. Her nearly angelic presence was enough to shake the truth out of Chase.



“Tink, I didn’t want to get hurt again. I never took your feelings for granted I was just scared of having my heart ripped open again. I hope you can understand. I love you but I was being selfish about it.” His voice quivers as he stands in the cold hallway looking up at her.



“Oh, come on. Come in I’ll make some coffee.” Happily she skips into her small shoddy apartment. The furniture is 90’s retro college dorm and her paintings and drawings cover the corner and the floor by her sofa. “Don’t mind the mess. I’ve been a little preoccupied with work and school.



“Its ok. Mine’s no better, but I don’t have a lack of time to blame. It’s just these strange dreams I’ve been having lately.” He trails off as he sees a painting of himself with large feathered wings, a crown and a sword. The man in the picture is dressed in the latest style, but something about him is out of place. He seems mystical as his eyes burn back into Chase’s. “What’s this one here Tink?” pointing to the painting of himself.



“Its something I saw in a dream. It’s almost like a memory blended with the here and now. I named it Aukatauris Morningstar. I don’t know why but it seemed to be perfect. He reminds me of you.” She trails off and blushes with the last comment and walks over handing him a steaming cup of coffee and an ashtray. “I guess I can understand, Sera and all. But why the hell did you have to be such a child about it?” looks at him with love and a bit of sad anticipation in her sparkling green eyes.



“I honestly have no idea, Tink I just can’t get hurt again. I love you really I do and it took me till now to realize that you needed to hear it and why I haven’t been good at expressing my feelings for you” clears his throat and sets the ashtray on the floor as sits cross-legged and sips his coffee. “It’s not just Sera, You or even me. Well ok it has a lot to do with me. I’ve met your parents, I don’t even know if I have a family for you to meet. I have no roots, no origins and I don’t want to find my old life and have to leave you and break your heart” he sighs, never being able to lie to her like he can anyone else.



“So the truth comes out” smiles and sits next to him and wraps her arms around him. “If I knew it was that I wouldn’t have gotten so mad.” She kisses him passionately and drops her coffee on the table “Damn…I’ll get a towel, you go clean up in the bathroom.”

Slowly he get up taking off his silk shirt and lays it on the hamper to dry, he sees her panties and other clothing all over and snickers. “Such a naughty little girl, wearing these panties.” Holds up a skimpy black lace thong on his finger



“You ass!” laughs and walks over and snatches them “I haven’t worn them yet I was saving them for you. If you ever came around that is.” Walks in the bathroom and turns on the shower steam rises and makes the air oppressive as she strips and takes his hand. “I need someone to wash my back.” Making a cute helpless face that always makes him give in.



“Well I guess you’ll have to settle for me.” Sighs sarcastically and takes off his clothes and steps in the shower with her, the hot water and steam surrounds them and the beads of water and wet hair make her look less like a teenager and more like the woman he wants as his wife. He grabs the soap and rubs it on her back and arms and massages the wet milky flesh as bubbles and lather make new patterns on her skin. Seeing her naked and this close he becomes aroused and pulls her close, wrapping her in his arms and kisses her deeply his wet arms slide down her body freely. “I love you.”



Surprised but pleased she feels his touch and arms around her, running her fingers down his arm tracing veins over his tanned skin. She slides her hand down his body and guides his member between her legs to get it out of the way as she kisses him back and wraps her arms around his neck. “I love you too Chase. But we can’t do this right now even though I want to.” She leans into him kissing him again, her perfectly rounded firm breasts push into him.



“I understand.” He looks at her knowingly and rinses the soap off of himself and her. “But I say we go to bed, Sera gave me the night off and I need to sleep.” His eyes show exhaustion and fear of the dreams.



“You dry off and climb into bed I’ll be there in a second.” She turns off the water and takes a step back and pulls the curtain back and grabs a towel and lays it over his head. “Scoot!”



“As you wish love.” Steps out of the shower smiling, he hasn’t done that in a long time, not truly anyway. After he dries himself he walks into her bedroom and climbs into the twin sized bed waiting for her.



“I hope your ready for me.” Tinkerbell walks in dressed in a transparent white nightgown that barely covers her perfectly curved hips and slinks to the bed and slides under the covers and cuddles close to his body, she puts his arm around her. “Good night Chase, my love.” She says the last part happily and dozes off.



Fearing sleep he holds her tight and kisses her neck and starts to doze off himself. Suddenly he seems to awaken in a dark castle. Lightning and the smell of Death assault his senses. Sconces made of flesh and bone line the long corridor where a thousand doors are housed. He knows that each one leads to either nightmare or death. Unwilling to sacrifice himself to fear or those he loves to death he bolts down the corridor, his footfalls on the stone echo and make him look back in case someone is in pursuit. He runs straight and hits the 1001st door at the end of the hall and enters. He is in a tower, surrounded by blackened bones and the stench of burnt flesh when suddenly a trapdoor opens under the bones and he is pushed in by a dead hand. He wakes truly, startled in a cold sweat clutching Tinkerbell hard. She wakes under his grip and cries out in pain.



“Oh my god, Chase!? Chase wake up, its only a dream!” she tries to shake him and hit him, but the fear has paralyzed his body. His eyes are wild with terror as he mutters and babbles under his breath. A sadistic laugh echoes in his mind sending a shiver down his spine as he regains control over himself.



“That was too real.” Breathing heavily and closing his eyes trying to block out the chill and smells from the Castle of Pain. “I need some of that dream-be-gone shit from Freddy vs. Jason!” he shakes his head his long hair matted and stringy against his skin makes him look like an addict without a fix.