Standard Maelstrom

~Warning: Mention of rape. Swearing. Sexual situations. Graphic depictions.
~Summary: A Dealer is in charge of the welfare of a tainted creature while working partime as detectives in the Modern Times. Trumpets are about to sing while Hell's gates are opening. This Symphony's a prelude to despair.
~Author's Note: My latest, unarticulated nonsense...short as it is.... Don't forget to review, the author will deeply appreciate it.... *goes and preps the cookie jar*


Piekno


Motto:
I exist. It is soft, so soft, so slow. And light: it seems as though it suspends in the air. It moves.


Prologue

Mera’s POV:


One should wonder why a highly appreciated Dealer such as myself was passing time in the next door striptease club, on a daily basis, for the last couple centuries. Truth be told, I only started coming to this club, some months ago, when the real thing met a tragic faith. Though that happened on another plane of existence and the measly mortals haven’t felt a thing, they shamelessly have taken advantage of the recent opening …. So what can one do after such a tragedy but go for the second best. Now, one as myself goes to such brothels just for the glares it attracts from the patrons. It’s taboo for a Dealer to screw with a gem even if it is of the worst kind. We have crawled out of the slums, some have evolved into nasty, creepy Dark Lords – nowadays, long ago departed, some have hitched a ride in this lovely world while others have stuck to what they knew better – such as being assistant managers to the Boss.


Boss is the Saint Patron of the Present and I knew him since he was only a sadistic son of a bitch who loved to kill pretty things. Obliterate would be a better choice of words but that was before we met Them. I shouldn’t be misunderstood when I say that They could’ve easily finish us in a flash – we were blood monger punks with nothing to do but wreak sorrow on those who happened to cross our paths. We’re arrogant – clear sign of our imminent downfall – and our thick skulls were pretty empty, we were no better than other marauders. As a matter of fact we were worse because we were fully aware of what we were doing and I can tell that instinct and lust had nothing to do with our deeds. I say we because my memory of those times is rather blurry and I can’t quite discern who on what occasion was the murderer. We were pitiful, no doubt about it.


I preyed on him and on his faults. That’s why I chose to be in his company. The more ruthless he was, the better I could kill without having to puke my guts out after each culling I partook. This was because through my veins, the blood of a Camenae was running. I figured that at some point through the eons before me as an entity developed a conscience, it could have been possible for such a being to infuse itself with the Darkness, the Cave, the Light and the Redemption. Ironically, the more I killed, the worst I felt and soon I realized that the safeguards “Mother” installed within me, wouldn’t hesitate to kill their host if I would continue on the Path of Blood. I was an abomination with Purity encrusted in my soul. Or whatever that was. Good thing They appeared before I could kill myself.


Due to the Naiad blood and God knows what else, I could sense Superior Beings, barely, but I could. Despite this quality of mine I was never tempted to call for them in order for Virgil to desecrate. I was vile but I was not an idiot and weak as we were, it would’ve been a straightforward idiocy on our part to mess with them. We had a sense of self-preservation well grounded.


They are Foreigners. Not from the dark, not from the light, just different. They are brewed and decanted, mingled and mashed, stirred and shaken entities composed of bits of nature, from the splashes of the glacier springs, to the texture of the campestral fields, from the peaks of cleansed snow to the pits of Arcadian evil. They could’ve been taken as Observers though they weren’t. They were above and beyond the feuds of Good and Evil. I always knew they were out there, enveloped in the shades of night or sewn together with the rays of Sun. The Brotherhood had always terrified me and on one casual day, the bros decided to teach us a lesson. They diluted Time and jackhammered Earth and by the second we realized what happened, Virgil was the Boss and I was his Advocate. Up to this day we don’t know what happened and what the hell They did but we weren’t the ones to complain. Nor did we complain when we realized that our killing intent had diminished to love as they call it in the human’s game, of tennis.


Which gets me to the why. As I said before, I pretty much can sense all the fairies and demons, goblins and Akumas, the Alux and the Curupira, the beautiful Xana and the Mogwai as well as other nymphs, reapers – Ankou, lovely shinigami indeed – spirits and ghosts and specters. I sense but don’t acknowledge and therefore I can honestly say that I lead a spectacular life. Wrong choice of words, I meant to say I led. I fucked up royally and Virgil got pissed off and sent me to the Sparkling Cities to take care of the mess, I unintentionally caused. I never saw him so infuriated in my entire immortal life and the whipping I got was one to linger.


I spend a couple of hours in this place because I need to get away from him, from Nisien. He is or was a classical cliché. Felt in love with a human, took mortal shape, pursued his happiness and I knew it all along. When a crossing happens, it’s pretty hard to ignore it. Well I did. It’s not that I underestimated the catastrophic results his crush would’ve had; it was more in the lines of what’s the worst thing that could happen. As if I didn’t know. I keep a watch on specters because you never know when one might get bored of the current status quo and start enterprising other sort of activities. It’s the only way I can protect Virgil even if it is a pain in the ass. The thing is that I don’t bother with humans or other humanoids. The Sparkling Cities of humans can be accessed only via portals that can be opened by a couple of creepy crawlers. "They" can open them as well, so do I, but hey … I am the exception that confirms the rule. I lost track of Nisien and figured he must’ve found the one he was looking.


Nisien and others like him are descendants of the Nobles – the purest form of existence that Darkness has ever come to know. It doesn’t take a genius to figure what happened. Who wouldn’t want a trophy such as himself? Though if we are to refer to the ones that are free, few would be the morons to try and force a Noble to do its binding. It may sound stupid, but with a single breath of air they can purify the air surrounding them. As a matter of fact when Virgil passed the defiled beauty to me, the air sizzled and my gloves caught on fire. Abused as he was, Nisien managed to make out of chaos a home, out of the one who wronged him, a trusted guardian.


It might seem like the cause of all my problems but I gotta admit while looking at this lavender haired nymph and moping over a shot of tequila spilled that even though it was selfishness that pushed me to do what I did, I don’t regret letting Nisien run away. What they had was Gold Age at its best and sometimes you have to pay a fee for indulging yourself in it. His lover was killed and he became nothing more that those fuckers’ sextoy but now he was free yet again. He paid in centuries and love for his audacity but now those who dared to touch him have been, simply put, erased and the slacker who got him in this mess, was now as close to a babysitter as he could get. For all the pits of hell, I should’ve expected how Virgil’s wraith would lash upon me - I still bear the scars of his fury unleashed - when he found my bloody bundle of taintlessness manacled and starved.


What did you say, my earless elf? Please, pay the bill, Master Mera? Well how can I refuse those pretty eyes of yours…. It’s about time to head back home. It’s gotten later that usual and if I’m not there on time, he’ll get worried. Damn it, have I closed the windows? The cool air around the block answers my question. Lets just hope that Virgil won’t find out about my new mischief. It ain’t like taking care of raped fairies is my area of expertise and I’m trying, here. Not entirely doing my best but hey, I don’t see anyone pitching in to gimme some help and I’m not sure that I'd want anyone to come to my aid. I broke him, I’ll glue him back as soon as I’ll figure what the hell it is he wants me to do.


It’s icy cold, everything is covered in a deep layer of frost, I start running and slip on the floor turned into a frickin' ice rink. What was it that has frightened my MPD basket case? Oh, it was you guys, wasn’t it? Really careless on your part. You know how they used your kindred on him, to scare the shit out him. People don’t know but moths come in all shape and sizes and some are really, really friendly such as these cute little dead guys that were attracted by the otherworldly kindness in my ruffled angel’s heart. Now because I’m the greatest jerk alive, I’m gonna do these little guys a favor and bring them back from moths’ LALA land. Don’t get me wrong, the closest I can get to revive the dead, is a dragonfly. So scatter away and don’t come back till Nisien doesn’t get better.


This crib was Virgil’s good riddance gift. Too bad he wasn’t thinking about me when he passed along the keys to the castle. There’s only one king sized bed in this whole gargantuan place and a measly couch. Has anyone stopped to ponder on what would happen if I’d suddenly feel the need to spread my pitch black wings? Oh yeah, baby, I got wings, haven’t used much but they’re there. As I said, in the category of abominations, I’m the worst exemplary they’ve got.


When the ice will melt I’m gonna have a field day…. "Damn it, can’t you fucking do anything properly? How hard is it to close a bloody window or come back home right on time? It’s true that you’re getting close to becoming a desperate housewife but you know what they say: What a demon does with its own two hands, it’s called manual labor." Excuse me, have I already mention that there’s a chasm between me and my arrogant, self-sufficient inner ego? Well, now I’ve said it and…..Aouch, damn it ….cut myself in the shards of a broken glass. He must’ve gotten thirsty. This wasn’t a good day for him….


Just what am I gonna do with you Nisien? The way you jump from one extreme to another, irks my nervous endings. One day, you’re like an abandoned, kicked around puppy, next, you are God Almighty’s gift of benevolence sent to man, last week, you were cold and cynical and smoked five packs of my beloved cigarettes, today you were back there in that Naraka… Yet, truth be told, in the majority of the time, Nisien is Nisien.


Rumpled sheets and under the sand colored covers, a little, blond bundle of freshness. Well not exactly blond but he’s getting there and the scars all faded away, the eyes are sometimes a bit glazed and foggy but other than that he’s spotless and his voice doesn’t waver though it lost that "critalynish" edge, I’m sure it had some eons ago. Oh well, here I come…. I try not to jostle him too much while scooping him out from the silk linens. Poor thing, you’ve glowed yourself to sleep, haven’t you? Righty-O, Nisien glows when he’s terrified though when Virgil and me found him, he had turned himself into a matted, burnt out object. Now, he glows in different shades for any type of powerful emotion. Once, there was a Venetian red nuance to him ….and he was just way too cute…. Too bad he hyperventilated himself out of existence… Didn’t know I still had it in me to arouse the innocents.


“Shhh…Don’t talk, little guy. I’m here, now. You’re like the air after the torrents, aren’t you, my cutsy firefly? That’s it, let go of the fear. You know now they didn’t mean any harm. It’s here and now and you’re with me. Just let me draw my wings out and you’ll be cuddled in your own personal safe heaven. That’s it latch onto me, don’t worry, you ain’t gripping too hard. I’ll wrap my arms around you, now; rest my head on your velvet like shoulder blade, set the light down and all your worries will fled.”


By morning, this place’ll be turned into a puddle, my wings stiff and bleached by his innate rectitude and if I’m lucky he’ll be Nisien. Good-night, lovely creature.

Piekno - Polish for Beauty
Educative Notes:
Camenae - In Roman mythology, the Camenae were originally goddesses of springs, wells and fountains, or water nymphs of Venus. They were wise, and sometimes gave prophecies of the future.
Alux - type of sprite or spirit in the mythological tradition of certain Maya peoples from the Yucatán Peninsula. They are generally associated with natural features such as forests, caves, stones, and fields but can also be enticed to move somewhere through offerings
Akuma - evil spirit from Japanese legend
Ankou - a personification of death in Breton mythology.
Curupira - a male supernatural being which guards the forest in Tupi mythology.
Mogwai - According to Chinese tradition, mogwai are certain demons, which often inflict harm on humans.
Xana - a character found in Asturian mythology. Always female, she is a fairy nymph of extraordinary beauty believed to live in fountains, rivers, waterfalls or forested regions with pure water
Naraka - is the Sanskrit word for the underworld; literally, of man. According to Hinduism and Buddhism, Naraka is a place of torment, or Hell.