Memnoch:
My vision is still as fresh as it was since the last time I faced the lord, my curiosity made me stray as other angels were afraid to go as far as I did for the sake of those souls who were better to be given a fair chance to enter heaven.
I have failed to find a helper, someone perfect for the task. I wasn't perhaps convincing enough with my last candidate whom I believed he was perfect to help with this hideous task of mine. I have strong doubts now that what I’m looking for is among immortals, they might be more qualified than any other soul in this earth but their vanities and skepticism are more to overcome.
I have no choice but to keep looking, this will be my only way to find relief from my task which I see as a punishment, if God will accept my criticism with divine patience, and be more tolerant as he expects of his creation. He often preached about a variety of virtues before his crucifixion.
I will now carry on my mission in search of the perfect candidate, a helper in hell, someone whom I can make my lieutenant, a person with fewer doubts. Lestat, the vampire, has abandoned me and thrown away every thing I offered him for some revelation. But some of his friends might not be as stubborn as he was in seeing the things I want them to see.
Soon, I found the willing soul, the only soul. I recall one of Lestat's friends, Armand, a young boy with a heart of a believer, his eternal life turned him into something ready for a change.
He is more likely to be convinced, but I will not reveal myself to him in the same way I did with Lestat, because something tells me he is the one and my search will come to an end with him. I can't deny that something about this boy attracts me to him beyond his heart, something about his innocent face, something in the flesh...
I decided not to stalk Armand the same way I stalked Lestat, I will wait, and he will soon look for me, he will try to find me. He is the most spiritual of all other vampires around him. Not very wise, but pure.
I felt obliged to change my approach and be more convincing and leaving little choice to Armand; he seemed more transparent. I decided to kidnap him and isolate him where he will feel no outside influence so that I may cross through to his heart and make him desire my company.
In the third day of the New Year, my way crossed the way of Armand. The ways in which I work to reveal myself are mostly discomforting to most people. In this case Armand is not everybody, neither was Lestat but he showed a little frailty which I expect Armand to not posses.
I found him in the drowned city of Louisiana with two of his friends. The city was still recovering from its tragic punishment and wallowing in the mud and the rotten flesh of many victims of the hurricane. I watched closely as Armand walked through the streets where Lestat lived...
Armand:
Though the city still seemed to be in need of much repair, it was nice to see it awakening once more. The people slowly trickling in, walking the boulevards once more. The laughter slowly ringing through, though you could still hear the tears and cries. The city held so many different worlds, some in drunken delights, some in old world charm and the poor, the lost, the needy, who were effected perhaps the most. I was happy that Lestat had allowed me safe passage, through all of my years of Europe, something had always caught me here, wrapped it tendrils around me. I could smell the scent in the air, even through all of this horror, another kind had also returned to the city, had it ever really left and was it just sleeping here like a restless tiger, here till the time came once more. The evildoer, I could smell him, like fresh meat. I was the hunter and he was the prey, a shame he didn't know it like I did, after all he thought he was the tiger, but he was only a foolish boor in disguise. I was hungry.. and my hunger needed to be fed.
Memnoch:
I wanted to wait until he was alone, I did not want his companions to see anything...
After dark, New Orleans pretends to be asleep, as the streets breath and whisper, the night-walkers keep a slow pace and are always looking for something. Armand was finally alone, a fervent disciple of his faith, there will be no reason to try to introduce my self, he knows already who I am.
I approached quietly as he entered his apartment and I watched him sensing something, his senses are pure and never disappointing... he stopped... but I continued, he smelled the air, I could see his nostrils opening to the scent of my moves...
But before he dropped the question I came right in front of him, standing as I did before with Lestat. “Hello Armand...”
Armand:
One second I thought, well I thought I had sensed something, even maybe a little while before I entered my new abode, but what was it? I tried to think back, my eyes gazing ever so slightly around myself, then finally returning back before me. Then there he was, a he I never thought I'd see , but had a really seen? Why did I feel I knew this stranger and what was he doing in my home. Looking more clearly at him I spoke. "Excuse me sir, but I am at an disadvantage. Have we met before?" Why did I feel as though I did know him, that I could feel him in my inner being? Why the hell was he here? Was he some how scratching into my mind, sending me the thoughts to answer this? I was even getting a bit irritated the longer I stood there. "Excuse me sir, but how can I help you and if I can not, will you please excuse me. It has been a long night and perhaps we can make an appointment at some more convenient time." As I was ready to send him along on his way.
Memnoch:
“Forgive my intrusion Armand, but you pretend not to know me. Didn't your friend Lestat tell you the tale of us?” I took a few steps around looking at his well furnished apartment. Armand stood there in confusion but he was sensing something familiar, not something he knew but had heard of. I was feeling more comfortable by every minute as if I had more advantage this time.
The clock was ticking in harmony, counting our silent moment as Armand was studying my shape which started to turn into something more interesting, or more mythical... at every second a new feature was emerging out of the human form and making it more obvious that I am not the same man he spoke to a few seconds ago. As time collapsed within Armand`s face, my final transformation sealed his doubts forever as he saw my feathered wings spreading in the room and filling up the empty space. “So, how about now my friend?”
Armand:
I just stood there, dumbfounded, not being able to find my words, but at the same time like a caged rabbit, realizing what this.. what was he? I could not place the word, demon, angel, but how could he really be. This was just a hallucinogen from Lestat's mind. I knew one thing I wanted him out, or I wanted out, but not to be here with him. He was too dangerous.. Then I looked at him. "Memnoch, why don't you leave me be and go back to the hell you came from." If I yelled loud enough to him, he would see my feeling of his presence here. "Why are you here?" My voice lowering as I continued, but not by much. "Why are you haunting me. I don't need your directions. God has decided that he is not taking me into his fold and I have decided that that is perfectly fine with me. Find someone else to sell your story to. But I can say I have no time for you." Looking towards the door.
Memnoch:
“Don’t be a fool Armand,” I said with a smile. “Forget what Lestat told you about me and find out for yourself...”
As I was speaking he walked towards the door, attempting to leave, but the door was locked forever. “It is useless to resist.” I said when he reached the door and struggled to open it. He turned to me and I spread my wings across the room slowly then turned back and took a human form again.
Armand attempted to unlock the door little more violently but I sat down in the sofa and watched as he gave up and turned to me with furious and sparkling eyes. “Sit Armand... Please sit...” I asked nicely. “I’m not here to sell a story, I’m here to take you with me.”
Armand:
I stood there watching him, but at the same time my mind kept going back to the door. Then I thought I am a vampire, I am not so easily swooned to fall for this story, this game that Memnoch played on Lestat. I am not to return from this world of his, in a state of madness, no. But I would play for now, perhaps. At the same time though I sent thoughts out to all others of my kind, looking for any help. Perhaps Daniel would not hear me, being he is of my blood, our curse. And Julien being only a mortal. Benji or Sybelle would though, and not Marius my maker. Lestat, was he still close enough, or even paying attention, or would it be safe enough for him, or would it pull him deeply back into that never ending hole. Perhaps he would have enough sense not to do anything himself, but to find others to help me. This I did, I cried, more like yelled through my minds thought as loud as I could attempt. Would anyone hear me? I did not know, but it was worth a try, and really how much time did I have? Who really knew, but I was not just going to be pliant and surrender. Then looking up to him, as though I was only in a short thought, I spoke, "Well could you at least allow me to prepare myself more. Just to walk into my bedroom and straighten out a bit from the street. I was not planning on traveling such a distance tonight." My eyes looking up to his, for some sort of accept ion to this request. I would leave a sign, somewhere in my room so that if someone did come they would see it and know what has happened. I could not just leave with nothing. It seemed I was going to hell if I liked it or not, maybe God would throw me out once again, before this trip even started. What else was I to do? My mind was buzzing, but nothing seemed pliable.
Memnoch:
Armand was a spiritual and religious creature but not a stupid one, I saw his cries and calls for help through his thoughts to other vampires. “This is not a war my friend.” I said with a serious tone trying to comfort his worries a bit. “We are not playing Faust here, you know better. I’m asking you to be part of a noble task, perhaps you will not realize its importance now but I have faith that you will consider my need of your help with a heart of a man of faith.
Unfortunately Lestat did not see the importance of what I was asking of him but I hope you do.” He remained silent but slowly he approached, then he looked over his shoulder. “I'll be waiting here,” I said, “you can go and do what you wish, but remember, none of your vampire friends should be of help to you because I’m not here to harm you.”
Armand:
Looking at him, "Then maybe we should talk before we do anything," pointing to two chairs in the room. "Maybe you can tell me of your agenda and how I will understand what Lestat did not? I don't go with anyone lightly and you already have a bad reputation with me. Remember I saw Lestat when he returned and I do not wish to return the same. It seems to me that you make a terrible tour guide," grimacing at him. "So tell... Then I will perhaps come and do what needs to be completed before my departure with you, if you give good reason."
Then looking to the door and I smiled. "Perhaps we can do this discussion even out in the nights air.. Have you ever walked the streets of this city at night? I mean really taken in all of it tastes? The rooms seems to be stifling at this time."
Memnoch:
“I walked this earth before there was civilization my friend, and I certainly walked the streets of every city before you existed.” I mentioned to him as I leaned back on my seat, considering his offer of having a conversation, which I know he is trying to use to escape.
“For the record,” I said “I did not harm your friend Lestat, what happened was an unfortunate accident which I fixed for him." The little boy is clever but not fully corrupt, we shall have our conversation.
"Just so that you know, we will talk but I am taking you with me and escaping is not an option, you should know better then anybody with a heart of a believer that I am not against you or God, we are all in constant worship we just do it in different ways.” Armand smiled reluctantly and crossed his arms behind his back to regain confidence and focus.
Armand:
Looking up to him once more, my glowing carmel orbs looking up to his, a little smirk on my face. "I'd say why God then damned you but I can't throw too much mud, I am damned also. It seems you are just leading me to my maker." Deeply inside I was so much in want to flee, I could almost fly off of the seat I was in even now. "Do you think I will come home with all of my parts still attached?" A tad touch of sarcasm in those words. Then I rose from my seat, turned my back to him and walked toward my room. "As I said before I have a few things to straighten out before I leave, please be patient with me." And closed the door to him. Moving to my computer at my desk, I turned it on and sent out two e-mails. Two e-mails to the people that I knew would find my messages, to Daniel and Julien... Explaining to them that Memnoch has found me. I knew that Julien would have no idea who that was, but Daniel would. I explained to Daniel to please explain him to Julien and if for some reason I did not return. That I finally found my place in Hell, to be punished for all my sins, that I wanted him to divide my properties amongst Him, Sybelle and Benji... a few things to Marius, which I had in my will, hidden in one of my bank accts in Paris and to please leave something for Julien. To take care to make sure he would live a good life. And as for anything else, my mind drew a blank. Heading back to the room, I placed my hands out, feeling as though I would be jumping into oblivion, and said, "Lead the way." For some reason, nothing had ever scared me as it did right now.
Daniel:
I pounded the damp, chilly streets of Paris with a head full of steam. Here I was, out on some fool's errand, trying to track down Santiago and then coerce him into returning back to New Orleans with me. I had safely dispatched Julien off to Miami - the last thing I needed was for him to go missing or end up in some sort of trouble as a result of this. Armand would have my head. So I had shipped the pretty boy off to Night Island on the first evening plane out and then made this pilgrimage to Paris on my own. Daniel the friggin martyr.
The wet pavement and buildings inexplicably pissed the hell out of me and my impatience grew by the second. Damn it. Lestat, the one immortal who could be of practical assistance in this, who knew the possible repercussions and devastating consequences, had turned me down cold. Too busy dancing attendance on a few of his beloved family members as well as escorting some hot little mortal plaything around New Orleans to be bothered. I didn't get it. This was Armand, for Christ's sake. There was a bond there - a debt. I shrugged, annoyed with the whole blasted world and contemplated a sweet revenge later that night , in the form of a few winos. This part of the city seemed rife with them. Nothing like the hot, sweet blood of mortals, infused with the city's finest, to take the edge off my ire.
Help had been needed. Louis was out of the question; he had taken off to London to collect his toy. Nicolas was useless and would certainly not help anyway. Santino had crossed my mind briefly, but he would only exacerbate the situation. If anything, this needed to be taken care of before he got wind of it. I had no idea where Marius currently lived and was in no mood for his logical and methodical tactics or a lecture. I was quickly running out of options. And then one face flashed across my mind. It was a long shot at best. But I was counting on his perverse nature more than anything else...and his inability to ignore a challenge. Because quite possibly his ego exceeded even that of Lestat. Santiago - the eternal trickster.
Santiago:
As I opened my door I will admit I was a bit surprised to see Daniel standing there in front of me. He and I had never really spoken, a few passing words here and there maybe but nothing of any real consequence. I stepped aside and motioned for him to enter, his mood didn't seem all that friendly. I closed the door and led him over to have a seat; names and thoughts running through my head as to why he might be here. None of them explained the question of "why me" however.
I've never been one for small talk and my tone matches his mood. "Why are you here Daniel?"
As he tells me what's happened and where he's been, I find myself relaxing more back into the chair, trying to keep myself from chuckling. This was quite amusing, a creature from Lestat's imagination now haunting Armand. Course, whatever this thing... this Memnoch, was he knew to play upon Armand's background. That I didn't like in itself, but I still liked the originality of it.
I did find it odd that Lestat wasn't willing to help out with any of this. Perhaps afraid to face his demons once again? I laughed that he used a mortal girl as his excuse. Daniel looked at me in astonishment that I could be laughing at any of this.
"Daniel, we both know I don't believe in the Devil, you can't expect me to take Lestat's phantasms as reality do you?"
A stern look crossed his face and he got up to leave. I grabbed his arm as he passed me, stopping him. "Alright, look... if this means that much to you there must be something to it, non? Sit back down and tell me exactly what you know."
His head dropped and he sighed deeply. Apparently Armand didn't have time to say much in his email to Daniel, but from what he did get out, he was terrified and Daniel needed my help. After several more hours of learning what I could from Daniel, I agreed to help. Though I was not going to do this alone as per Armand's directions, Daniel was to go someplace safe as well.
I was on a flight the following evening to New Orleans. Striding up to Lestat's home, I knocked loudly. The smile on his face left as soon as he saw me standing there, my eyes locked coldly on his.
Memnoch:
After a few minutes, Armand returned and he seemed calmer. As news traveled, his friends now know about us, there is little to worry about. “It was unnecessary for you to worry your friends...” I said to him calmly while he showed no sign of being surprised that I knew what he did. “If there is anything I can do to assure you I am not about to harm you...” He smiled and I continued my attempts trying to get through to him but he remained suspicious and not open to me yet, the devil is never to be trusted, that’s a universal belief that I’m about to change.
Armand:
I looked at him, "No surprise, an ethereal spirit as yourself knows all and hears all. It's not something I worry about. You knowing what I am doing." As I sat there tapping my fingers on the arms of the chair. "Are we to sit here and chat some more. Why do you wish to prolong this visit? To reassure me of trust, I'm sorry it would take till Hell froze over, till that occurred, " sighing once more. Then looking up to him. "What did you assure Lestat to, before you took him on his journey? What did you speak of before you both left? And again, what are we to accomplish on this journey, what are you trying to prove to me? Why do you need me at all even? And in the end, what is this journey for?" As my patience grew less and less, and the more I waited, the more I wanted to get it all over with.
Memnoch:
"Be patient dear Armand, I thought immortality and all those long centuries taught you patience..." I couldn't help but notice the fragile spirit of a faithful religious being, blind and fervent in devotion to a transparent concept and a follower of myth.
"I offered Lestat the true tale of life, creation and what went on between heaven and earth... God has assigned me to a task which I find unpleasant in some of its aspects but I can't act against God's wish, he allowed me to find a helper, some one to be my lieutenant to help in the transition of the souls of the dead to enter heaven." I sighed than continued, "I believe that these souls have evolved into something worthy of heaven and they became like us angels, God was not pleased with my loose curiosity and the way I questioned everything in his big plan... I've been roaming the Earth trying to find someone to help me in this task for it is the way to prove to God that my intentions were not wrong, and to prove that these souls-humans are worthy of heaven... I can't find anyone better than an immortal to take on this position, and especially an immortal with a pure heart and spiritual abilities, ready enough to handle the hell which is the only way to pure the sinners before their final trip to heaven." I stopped and crossed my legs waiting for an answer.
Armand:
I felt as though my mouth was beginning to get dry, perhaps because it was opened up slightly. I looked back at him. "How long will I be on this trip, that is if I am still... Willing to go" watching him. My eyes darting at him, never leaving him. Still inside I felt like a caged rabbit. I wondered if anyone had yet found my message, even though it was only a short while ago. I looked up once more and smirked at him, "pure of heart?" with a laugh. I guess you have the wrong person then. Many seem to think I have a heart of stone," smirking at him. "Why out of all the millions, you have chosen me to go? Even if there is not millions, if it is an immortal you were looking for. I don't care for this job. I know I will never be saved from God, I am damned. I am not ready to go to hell yet. I'd rather live on this plane than to be in the firey pits forever. I didn't even wish to imagine my future there, it scared me more than anything." My hand still tapping on the chair. The room seeming to spin around me. I felt as though everything was closing in. Desperation was flying through my mind. The more he kept me here, sitting here, the more I feared what would come next.
Memnoch:
"Purity is not what you think it is, sometimes what seems to be impure is more pure then anything else." Helpless and caught in the circle, that`s how Armand felt in my presence, he tried very well to keep calm and normal. It seems he draws strength from fighting his own fears. Nevertheless, I was pleased so far.
He kept taping on the edge of his seat and smirking from time to time, the minutes felt like ages to him, as desperation was closing in and no one had answered his call of help. "You are not damned, lets say it out loud that you enjoy the myth of damnation around you as all of your kind do. It is a trade-mark of immortals or rebellious spirits. Let us be honest Armand, vanity is fun but what I'm offering you is a purpose for your eternity like none other, you will grow much wiser and all your past life will seem a grey childish play..." I paused for a second than leaned forward if as to speak closely to a dear friend... "Wherever we will go, you will have a taste of everything and I'm sure you will like what you will see."
Armand:
I looked at him, I glared at him, "what the hell are you talking about?" Staring at him in astonishment. "How can you tell me I will love where we go," just the idea that he thought I'd love, be happy in Hell. "Do you think that I want to live in hell? Do you think I live for the moment? To be damned and yes damned forever." As I walked around the room, heading at times closer to the door. Wanting so much to be out of here and knowing that if certain people did not come soon, would I ever be free again or would I just have to grow use to be in hell forever. If I had the chance, I'd pray it God right now. I even stopped for a moment in contemplation, I looked up to the ceiling, as though looking up to heaven, looking for him. But I was damned and he would never even think of me. Can I even believe for once that he would save me. I was scared, so scared. I ran my hand over my forehead, I ran it over my chin, walking around in circles around the room. Then I looked back at him. "I have decided I do not want to go. You will have to find another to help you with your cause. One that wants to sell their life to you forever. I can't be the hero to the damned, I care too much about myself. Find another spokesperson.
Memnoch:
"You fool, still holding on to the stereotypes, when do you learn... I'm giving you a way out of Hell not in to it. Be assured that your friends and all your kind are damned not in Hell but somewhere else you don't know."
I felt like I lost my posture and patience a bit as I spoke with passion and got up, looking at him frustrated like a child trying to find heaven and sweating in contemplation of his situation. "You are making this look like torture but it is not, think deeply before you act and don't be fool child... you are not immortal neither are any of your friends, you are all as frail as a jar of clay, you won't survive Heaven or Hell without purpose. The book of your life is open and you have a chance to write glory in it with gold or sentence your own existence with blood."
I found no choice but to end this conversation "You have three days to consider your future with sincerity and beyond all satanic legends, I am Memnoch and I want you to lead the way for the souls through Hell with me, no one can advise you in this not even Lestat. I will be back after three days has collapsed in time and to find you ready for your new life." My angelic whirlwind started hissing and the wings led me through it into another sphere. Armand was left speechless behind, I could still see him with his hand on his forehead, pale and dry, breathless and confused trying to learn how to pray.
Armand:
I paced the room. He was gone, I could walk right out that door right now. I could get out of here, move as far as I possibly could. But would he find me in three days, of course he would. I needed air, I needed to escape this room. I needed to call, to find Daniel.. Marius.. someone to help me. My head was spinning as though in some intoxicated dream. I ran to my computer once more, no messages left. If I knew where they were I would have called them, but computers were always easier. You didn't need to know to find a reply. I sat on my bed for a few minutes, clearing my thoughts. Yes but I could feel the sun coming. I was growing tired, restless and I knew I would not get out of my apartments before it did rise. I thought of locking the doors, but I knew Memnoch would be able to get in anyway. I kicked off my shoes and slowly slipped up on to my mattress and pillows, closed my eyes and slipped into my daylight slumber. My mind unsettled, but as a vampire, my sleep would wipe it all away, even if only for a few hours.
Lestat:
I stare at Santiago, not sure whether to be more amused or annoyed at his presence. This has got to some sort of joke at my expense, but as to the whos and whys, I am completely stumped. The whole story makes no sense at all. But as to why anyone would prevaricate, I have no idea...it makes no sense. Memnoch is not a name I thought I would ever hear again in any other context than a passing reference to the past. My thoughts have remained closed on the whole subject for quite some time..along with the stories of Magnus, Claudia, and Rowan, it is not a tale I wish to discuss. And unlike the others, it is not a tale I have come to terms with yet...I am not sure I ever will. To admit my first gut reactions flies in the face of everything I have ever prided myself in believing. To admit my second thoughts is even more frightening. And that all this comes from Armand completely baffles me in far too many ways. If this whole preposterous mess were even true, why the hell does he think I would get involved, considering the past? Surely this is just some phantasm on Armand's part..some test of me..perhaps some game contrived to split the coven? The alternative does not bear thinking about...
I can sense Santiago's anger and frustration..I have not even invited him in..and have no plans to do so. His eyes flit behind me constantly, drawn no doubt to the conversation of both immortals and mortals in the study. I know what Daniel has told him and have no intentions of giving detailed explanations of my current personal life and situation. With a final "no" hanging in the night air between us, I close the door firmly, turning my attention to those left awaiting my company. I am in no mood for any more nightmares...
Armand:
Awakening the next evening, I saw that I was still alone. Jumping from my bed, almost as though in flight I rushed to my computer, once again looking to see if there were any messages. Two, there were two. One from Daniel, one from Julien. Looking over them both, some I was pleased with, well both I was pleased with, pleased that they were concerned over me. I was worried over Julien though, I wished he would not really come. He was mortal and I was afraid that Memnoch could bring him harm. He could not take as much as we could, but he had a purer soul, true. At least against Heaven and Hell he had a better chance of survival. One thing for certain though, I knew I was not to stay here any longer. If Memnoch were to come for me, within a few short nights, I would not make it easy for him. I would mix with society, but not stand out like a thumb. I would give him a challenge. Quickly I changed my clothes, something less drawing, something more to mix with the nobodies of the world. I would keep in touch as long as I could with Daniel and Julien and who ever else would reply, but I would use computers as they are at cafes nowadays. I had to remain in the shadows. I had to give the best fight I could against the Devil himself, and protect my friends from his harm. As long as they knew, even if I were lost to them forever, as long as they knew, they could at least perhaps try to pray for my soul. Let the fires ease at least a bit against my body and mind. I grabbed an older coat, something simple, a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and left. Everything else left behind. I would have to live by my wits from this day on. But before I did leave, I left two messages, one for Daniel and one for Julien..... And then I was off...
Santiago:
As Lestat's door closes in front of me I hear the "no" hanging in the air. I set my jaw and growl under my breath. I promised Daniel I would bring help and he was the only one who could understand Memnoch.
I slammed my hand against the door near the locks, shattering them and opening the door. I enter Lestat's home, I don't care who he's entertaining. I see him turn and look at me, anger clearly shown on his face.
I walk over and glare at him, neither of us willing to blink.
"I will not take no as an answer Lestat. This is Armand, and sadly, you are the only one who is capable of helping me in this situation. Now you WILL come with me or do I drag you out that door?"
Armand:
I didn't know where to turn. All I knew was that I had to hide amongst the population. It was so strange, it seemed like such a different view that I saw of the world now. Where was I to run, where was I to go? I did not know. Why out of all had Memnoch chosen me? I was far from being a saint, I was damned, how could one wish to have a damned monster as myself as their right hand in their struggle. Perhaps because that was where I belonged hell. Would it have been so much easier if I just said yes, and left with him. How many would truly miss me. Or maybe they would be just better off if I was gone? I didn't wish to live in hell forever. I wanted to live, I wanted to live so bad. Perhaps I should adone by my sins, perhaps I should just say yes and save souls that I have betrayed?
I did not want to burn in hell, but maybe it was my judgement, that god sent Memnoch as my judge?
I walked amongst the young people, so many returning, what did they expect to find here? I don't know where I should go. I bump into one, and excuse myself. They give me a look of irritation, as though I was some careless high school kid, but I did not care. Nothing can direct my mind anymore. If there is hunger within me, I can not even think of that. Where can I run, where can I hide? Should I? Thoughts flying in and out of mind. Such a jumble of thoughts.
Memnoch:
"Where to hide?" The first question every creature learns to ask... Armand, oh Armand... where do you think you can hide? However everybody believes deeply that fighting the "Devil" is the greatest battle ever and the most glorious and rewarding of all battles.
My dear Armand, hide among the humans but your stained soul will be distinguished forever from them, I can see you but I find no joy or pleasure in stalking you because I want you with me in Hell. You have the necessary frailty to obey in the spiritual world, not like Lestat, the stubborn heart. The hours are almost molting to nil, your time is almost up and you will join me my beloved friend.
In my whirlwind, hissing behind a kid in jeans and a coat, my steps are unknown to the mortals but the dead hear it and the damned can even see it. Armand picking up pace trying to move among the world, he tried to disguise himself from me.
At a sharp turn, he stopped to look behind and when he turned back he saw the Angel in front of him... "Three days exactly Armand, I kept my word... you don't seem surprised you knew it was your time." He felt cornered as he saw my followers in their mighty glow ready to catch him.
Armand:
I faltered before him. I didn't know what to say, I felt as though I was tumbling, then I did the only thing I could think of, I started to pray. Lestat said that God didn't see us as damned, that we weren't damned in his eyes. Yes, but maybe I was more evil than others of my kind. I had no other idea of what to do, all I could do was ask for God's forgiveness and hope that he might give me a bit of salvation. I could see Memnoch's minions behind him. I could not allow them to get their grasps on me. People who walked by would just see a man praying there on the sidewalk, perhaps a crazy man. I didn't notice though, all around me did not exist, only I and Memnoch and his creatures of Hell. I looked up to him, pausing a minute from my prayers. "God said I was not damned. How can I go to Hell then? How can you think you can take me, if I can be saved?" Anything to say, just to slow time down. Maybe I could still reason with him. I knew I could run, but there was no where to run. All I could do is try to use my wits. Would the Lord hear me, or was I forever to pay the penance of my sins?
Memnoch:
“I'm afraid it is too late my child.” I whispered in his ear as he fell into prayers fervently. “I'm afraid that God is too busy to save your soul Armand.” There was nothing more to say. The sign was given and the followers folded him in the fogy wind of Djahanem to carry him away from this earth and guide him to the womb of Hell where he shall remain in the service of the lord..
Armand revealed his fragile side and struggled like a lamb in the slaughter house, tried hard to release himself, to survive, to remain alive... “Sorry Armand, but the sun has not risen from the west yet, and the Lord cannot interfere yet... The world is ruled by suffering but it is not time yet to end it. I shall have my way until it is all done and the horns from the East will announce the end.”
Around the corner, the streets were getting empty as we moved slowly through.. I wanted us to get out of the city and find an open space from where we can take off in our journey... the living will sense the presence of angels and demons and will attempt to interfere. I do not like any attention. Now Armand is with us we will just roam around until we find the perfect place.
Armand:
I saw the creatures coming at me. I wanted to run, too late. I struggled I kicked, I fought, but I could hardly move. Hands grabbing me at every inch of my body, pulling me pushing me. I tried to scream, but even my calls were muffled. I felt as though I was being squeezed by some great myst. Figures danced around me. I was moving but I could feel nothing. Voices muffled pained my brain. I wanted to escape but I could not force my body to do anything. My mind searched, but all I could hear was the thousands upon thousands of wails and cries. Was this Hell, was I there already? Was I in my immortal tomb. I tried to look about with my eyes, nothing more I could see. My vision clouded upon the demons around me. I cried more, my mind a fog. I was and I was not. People could see me move along the street, only me but I would only be seen as some insane creature swatting at invisible flies. Cries from my mouth, but no invaders at my side. How did I get myself here. I have finally found his wrath. I screamed again, but I could not even hear my voice. Hell... all I could think of was Hell.... Still I tried to search for God, but he was gone, I have been forgotten, only to pay my price for my evils of my life. Revenge has been taken and I am the payee...
Lestat:
Sometimes the path of least resistance is the best choice. Oh, who the hell was I kidding? It was the only choice here. Brian was settled in with Louis. Quinn, Mona and family had rented a place temporarily and my personal life was once again in shambles. I really wanted nothing to do with the situation - and who could blame me? Even if the original confrontation had been some sort of massive hallucination, why would I want to stir it all back up again? Still, this was Armand. I did not need a reminder of my debt. And God forbid - if he came to harm, what the hell would I say to , much less do, with Sybelle, Benji, Daniel and Julien. Not to mention the wrath of Marius. I was still counting on this being some enormous practical joke. Sighing deeply, I turned to Santiago.
Lead on...
We were out the busted door and into the streets, making our way into the heart of the city.
Santiago:
Looking at Lestat I find myself caught off guard for a moment. I had been preparing for a fight where I'd have to drag him with me kicking and screaming. This sudden change of heart bothered me slightly, then again, it is Lestat... I just hope we aren't too late.
As we near Armand's place, Lestat stops cold. I turn around wondering what the heck he's doing... his gaze staring blankly down the street. I walk over behind him, looking over his shoulder, all I see are mortals, what the heck is he...
"They're down there." I sigh, we're wasting time, but he refuses to budge. Alright fine.
I start heading down the street, I can hear Armand, he's... praying? Pushing a few mortals out of my way, I keep walking. I can't see Armand, I look back at Lestat and his eyes are locked on an area just a ways in front of us. Oh this is frustrating, how the heck am I supposed to do anything when I can't see anything?
I turn my back to where Lestat is looking. "See I told you there's nothing there. Memnoch is just a figment of your silly imagination, I don't know how you can believe in this nonsense anyway."
Memnoch:
Invaders... he managed to get the word out, he got it out too far... to the ears of Lestat who dares to come back to try and interfere with what is meant to be. I don't have time to play with dead souls, their fate is not mine but Armand is mine. Lestat, dare not approach, keep away yourself and your friend who can't see and can't believe.
In a silent moment, Armand was whispering his silent prayers refusing to accept his fate... Santiago filled with grudge and arrogance standing in the middle of the street accusing Lestat of insanity.
We were spreading our wings for a final praise and a final song... the vampires could not resist damnation and God cannot resist punishment, so let us play little creatures.
The face of Armand was dripping sweat and in a slow motion he revealed his eyes wide open towards Santiago who turned around and faced his desperate friend. The moment was captured in silence like a holy icon, a biblical scene where God was bleeding, today a damned soul was bleeding for another... darkness and light... black and white... Santiago finally released his doubts and his eyes found sight. I was standing right there, "Look at me..." I whispered. My wings were moving slowly and the followers were spinning around Armand. Confusion... Lestat finally moved and walked towards his choked friend. "Nice to see you again... Lestat."
Armand:
I felt as though I was stopping, maybe I was stopping, but no instead I was just spinning and the sounds the screams taking more command of my mind. I wanted to run to escape my hell. My eyes staring out, racing against the images, the wraiths. They called in my ears, they were in my mind. I could not see anything but them. They dizzied me, I felt as though I was to fall. One came up behind me, speaking words of wickedness in my ears. Things, unquestionable things, horrors, I screamed, I screamed as loud as I could. Voices before me, did I recognize one, no.. was it.. No Ricardo was an angel in heaven, a gift of God, he is not here. That is not unless he is hear to torment me. I cry out no Ricardo, go to Heaven, you are not damned, I am damned, I am to be punished, I have sinned. Then I scream again. There is more yelling, leave me.. pushing, fighting, so hot, my eyes I feel blind, less the fog and smoke and creatures of hell itself.
Santiago:
I hear the rustle of wings behind me as Lestat's eyes get more vacant. I turn back around and I can now see Memnoch and Armand, but both seem to shimmer like they are outside this actual time and place.
"Heh, nice trick. I think we did something similar to this not long ago in the theatre... Titanium wires?"
I really didn't care right now if this thing was real or not, seeing Armand like that bothered me more and Lestat seemed of no use. I sighed as I watched the creature hovering just above the ground in front of us.
I studied him... assuming he was some demon from hell, how does one go about convincing it that he's barking up the wrong tree? If this is just some weird figment, then I just need to convince Armand and Lestat that they could snap out of it. Right now, I wasn't quite sure which would be easier to even prove to myself.
OK so ignoring the fact that I don't believe in this anyway, how does one go about beating the devil? With the powers of heaven and hell backing him, something tells me this one can't be won with strength, no use even trying that one. To prove my point I reached toward Armand and my hand passed through him. Hologram? No physical contact anyway...
I crossed my arms, fine... time to play Devil's Advocate with the Devil himself it seems.
Memnoch:
Santiago... it is interesting to observe a creature so arrogant and full of confidence, two things that won't be of help. Crossing his arms and thinking, Santiago always trying to play the smart skeptic, you fool, remain in the dark, damned and confused... worship your own vanity and spin around your self in a desperate orbit.
"There is nothing to advocate... this is not a play Santiago." My words echoed with no consequences, the arrogant vampire still contemplating a way out... "You cannot challenge me, you can't even think about it. If you love your friend that much, sacrifice, offer yourself to Hell instead of him. You are not my equal... there is no challenge between us... surrender or vanish."
Lestat:
It is like all that is primal coming back to feast upon your soul.... Dear God...how can no one see this but me? Mortals passing by and through the yawning maw of hell. And all I can hear is Armand's deafening silent scream and the beating of those familiar black wings.. a voice, oiled like black satin, splits the night and my conscious thought. Santiago standing, gaping as one blind. Cannot he see the damned creature in all his horrific beauty?
My world shifts in inches, slowly and precariously. Something approaching normal spins into focus as I see Santiago conversing with the creature. And dear God..poor Armand losing his mind and soul out here in the vacant winter streets. What can I do? My instinct is to snatch him up and flee. To where? Where in the name of all that is not holy would one beg sanctuary? And then I hear words..slick and oiled off the demon's tongue. A deal..an offer..one I know the Trickster cannot refuse. Because when belief is not a burden, you have nothing left.... I take a few faltering steps towards Santiago, my hand grasping at his sleeve. Nothing...my mouth refuses to utter the words. My mind finds the voice I cannot articulate.
Do not do this...
Armand:
Screaming louder, I look on to Ricardo's face, then things change and it is the face of a Demon instead, laughing at me as though I am a fool. I scream louder and louder. Can if be that Ricardo was damned, that I damned him. He speaks in my ear, he tells me what I have caused him, that is is my fault that he is burning here. I can not understand how, but his words, they describe, and I heed and I believe. No, No.. I cry louder. Woman, girls, they come before my eyes, I remember them, sweet young things, begging for mercy in our theater. Perhaps they were not pure before, but I was the sinner, I condemned them to death, I brought their pain. I was the master of hell, just on an earthly plane. Visions, they surround me, their words slurr, evil, I am the devil, I am Satan, I deserve to be here, this is my home. I am damned, of course I should help Memnoch. I am evil and I should save their lives, make up, amend for what I took. I cry though, pain, scorching pain at my back. I beg for mercy, I try to pray, the words astound me. I can not remember, they are slipped from my mind. God will never come to me, I am damned. Again I scream and scream.. Voices say I am home, welcome.. I can not justify otherwise...
Do not do this...
Santiago:
When we first arrived here, had this exchange request been made, I'd have laughed it off and thought nothing more about it. Seeing Armand locked within his own mind, screaming and carrying on, it went against everything I had promised Daniel.
I felt Lestat's tug on my sleeve, I looked over at him. I could see the pleading within his eyes to not agree with this. Memnoch's offer repeating over and over in my head. I look once more at Armand...
"Very well Memnoch... free Armand and guarantee that you will never bother another immortal, ever again, and I will offer up myself to go to hell with you and stand by your side. Do we have a deal?"
I heard Lestat cry out and grab for my hand. I moved my arm and he fell to the ground at my feet. My eyes cold, my jaw locked as I looked once more at the flying demon, "Answer me Memnoch! Do we have a deal?"
Memnoch:
However I uttered those words offering an exchange, but the arrogance of this creature started to take its toll on my heart... my cold breath once again changed color as I spoke to him. "You are not here to make rules and conditions, the way it is shall remain clear and straight. You do not bargain with me... my question was clear... you chose to send yourself instead of your friend... that is all to it." Before my last letter was dropped off my grey lips, the followers obeyed my call and folded Santiago in dark gloom molting it to a smooth whirlwind.
Armand, down on his knees, felt a sort of relief but wounded by a loss of a loved one... I knelt and my hand landed on his shoulder, with my face closer to his, I whispered calmly to his soul... "You know you belong in Hell, if you really desire to wash your sins and help those your cruelty had condemned to suffering... if your wish changes, you know how to call for me." My last words echoed into the sky. Lestat was down trembling before his past, denying his own mistakes, to my heart that was over, I looked upon him one more time, his clear eyes filled with bitter tears meant everything he was. We shall now speak from hell...
Armand:
I just layed there on the ground motionless, my eyes searching outward. There were no words left upon my lips. It was as though I didn't know what to say. My body ached and still the spirits echoed me, even if I could not see them. Those last final words, all I could think was to throw myself upon Memnoch and say to free Richardo and take me instead. Allow Ricardo to fly up to God's embrace and take me. I looked up to him.. my words preparing - floating in my mind, my breathing sporadic, my body weak.. I could not even think clearly. Then I looked up, "Memnoch ... !" and then "Ricardo ! Free him !!" Lifting myself off the ground with every bit of strength left and I ran into his direction, stumbling and swaying everywhere as I did, like a mad fool. "Me for him !!! Let me be damned and go to hell, free Ricardo !!! He doesn't deserve it.." Blood tears trailing from my eyes, "please, please, please..... free my friend, I am the damned !"
Memnoch:
"Damnation is not your crown to give it or take it when you please child." I will remember that face and those tears... the way was open and the high became low again for the weak and strong, the walk is still long.
Armand, Lestat... all those living in the shadow with no purpose, they will remain untouched by the hand of God, if they deserve heaven I'll be their way to it. My prize is with me, Santiago, in the fog, he will be cursed when Hell welcomes him... if he is any good he will save your Ricardo dear Armand... you're much more desirable than him in this place but you chose to hide in comfort and worship yourself instead. I will not regret what i did and the Lord will be forgiving.
Lestat:
So be it. I am not going to try and dissuade Santiago any longer. Memories of my own experience have started to swell into a tight knot in the pit of my guts...and it is everything I can do to even remain here any longer. I catch something in Santiago's words, so subtle and clever, that only he could have devised it. Knowing his nature, his ability to play with thoughts and words....it will perhaps be enough. Because I am damned if I can see any other way out of this mess. I draw the line here. I will not repeat that journey I made years ago.
Seeing my opportunity, I seize it and make my move. It is only a matter of a few steps before I have Armand in my arms, his preternaturally cold body shaking violently against mine. His first reaction, a natural one, is to frantically try and push me away. He flails wildly in my arms. Even in his current state of panic, he is no match for my strength and I suddenly feel his body go slack against my own. He turns blind eyes to my face, my searching gaze is met by one that is blank and empty. I have seen the face of terror often enough to recognize it. Without looking back, I slip off my jacket, place it around his shuddering frame and try to soothe him again. Then after taking him into the shelter of my arms, I take to the night sky. One fluid movement, propelling us upwards until the streets below fade into a vanishing point. The heavens appear to be almost starless this evening. Even the moon sits like little more than an ill-fated omen, an after-thought. Mercifully, his ravings have stopped and he is almost quiet.
I set my sights to the south-east...Miami. Night Island. Julien will already be there to help take care of him and a short e-mail to Daniel should see his imminent arrival as well. I have no way of knowing how deeply this has effected Armand. I fervently hope that my own past will not be repeated with him.
Armand:
I tried to scramble for Lestat's grip. "No, I must save Ricardo. Shoving and kicking at him. Stop, stop..," Irritated that I can not break free. "Let me go you beast. I must....." But I could not scramble from his grip. Then it slipped upon me, a chill, my whole body shook. I could not longer fight, though still I tried. Shock was coming on. I could not allow myself to be pinned down. I had a mission, I must complete. Even though with each motion, it drained me more and more. The rest of the world was but a fog to me, fading quickly from my visions. I felt something wrap about me, but it felt like being held down to. I tried to knock it off, the wraiths were grabbing me again, by my weaknesses were taking over and I could no longer fight, only more exhaustion with each scramble. Soon we were floating. Perhaps God set the Devil right, perhaps my soul was to be saved, but then I stretched downward, not without Ricardo. I'd dive to the earth, but to save him. Darkness comes and there I slipped away.. no fight otherwise.
Lestat:
Pleasure of death is now true to those who inflict it, shezimbaraba... I sat down with the Lord ages ago, he knew my fate and my faith... but men caused me pain by disgraceful myths and awful names. I am Memnoch, I am beyond pain and suffering and pleasure has forsaken me. I composed hymns and glorious melodies for the Heavens to be colored with. As my aging curiosity dropped me to the dust and I suffered divine humiliation, I created Hell by God's command but I shall not remain in its hollow grip. "A fool with a stained heart shall inherit the key... opening the gates of fire to those unworthy of life and draining their veins with pleasure and consuming their curse... once pure, they shall be crowned in heaven by eternity." The prophecy... and the prophecies are to be fulfilled.
The fool is now at the gates of Hell waiting to be baptized the keeper of the key.
Santiago:
I stood there, my eyes locked on Memnoch, listening to him attempt to scold me for my arrogance... yeah right. The fog began to envelop me and from the corner of my eye, I saw the image of Armand solidify and Lestat's arms around him. My attention finally falls upon Armand as he flails in Lestat's arms. I can hear Memnoch talking to him, yeah just what he needs... If I am to run Hell with Memnoch, I might as well begin now. I walk over, standing beside Armand. My words are quiet and more formal then I have ever been with him before. "Quiet yourself Amadeo, it is not your time... You are needed where you are more then you know."
I glared at Memnoch as he began laughing at me. "He cannot hear you Santiago. An amusing but futile attempt at comforting the soul of your friend however." I just smirked in response, Armand heard me on some level, I saw him quiet down. I will do what I can for Ricardo my friend, I promise. I know what he means to you. I watched as Lestat flew away, Armand within his arms... take care of him Lestat... I will not have my actions being in vain.
I turn and walk past Memnoch, paying him no heed and somehow knowing the way. "Let's get this started already. I hate just standing around."
Memnoch:
"Unfortunately for you, your sarcasm and smart mouth won't do you much good around here... there is no place for error, you can start by learning to adapt to your new surroundings." My words were unpleasant to Santiago's ears, we don't like each other, we hate each other passionately and that's why he deserves to be here more than anybody else.
I guess Lestat was too perfect for Hell and Armand is way too innocent more then he might think he is. So, my plan went unscratched by misfortunes and Santiago will rot in this pit for as long as the Lord permits it... the foggy walls around the tunnel leading to the gates. We're moving like a living thing, Santiago has no sense of direction here, he tried hard to remain confident and looking like he knows where he is.
"First things first..." I said coldly facing the void behind us, "I say when to move and what to do... you will learn to listen and obey, however, you can entertain yourself by your Earthly sarcasm and empty comments because no one around here will notice what you say. You are here to do things not to talk about them."
I can feel the cold slap on his arrogant face while trying to search for some vampire tricks... I have no desire to play...
Santiago:
Let him think what he wants, I'm not one prone to errors, it has nothing to do with my sarcasm. I attempt not to smirk. I get the feeling he thinks I hate him based on his words, in actuality I couldn't care less about him, just another creature on a power streak, nothing more. I find it humorous that he of all beings could read someone so badly, if he really is what he claims.
With all the theatrical tricks, I knew Memnoch was trying to boggle my senses, when will he learn that's not how I work? Will he ever understand that my mind does not work like Lestats or Armands? There is a reason beyond my arrogance that I do not fall into a little pile on the floor cowering before him.
I watch Memnoch coldly as he lays down some ground rules, I've never been one for rules... listen I will do. Obey... now that I take issue with. I give no acknowledgment of Memnoch's words and commands. My words may have no effect on the souls, but Memnoch himself can hear me, that's more then enough. Perhaps I might humor him at some point and play up the part, for now I let his own arrogance leave blind him to what I really am capable of.
Memnoch:
"You may think what you want, I can't convince you otherwise... but you'll be abandoned to yourself, and please, do not think you are capable of something, you have worshiped yourself enough but you are not a God." I hated this part but my carelessness will relieve me later of this bitter taste of disgust... I cannot stand arrogance neither to possess one... "Seek your grave among the followers, there is plenty of space here for you to dwell... you shall see me again whenever there is something you should know." It was done, let him explore this dimension, I had enough of his poison for one day in Hell.
Lestat:
Damn and blast. Julien had left weeks ago and was currently back in New Orleans. Fortunately, the staff knew me well and followed my orders regarding accommodations and needs for Armand and I. They soon had everything up and running smoothly. A whole suite, previously closed off, was immediately prepared, offering us complete privacy and discretion.
I sit tonight, typing out e-mails to both Julien and Daniel, telling them to get down here immediately. Armand's condition has not changed since our arrival and his catatonic state has me concerned. Julien in particular is needed as he is Armand's confidante and trusted friend. I know the boy will be overwhelmed by the current situation; but his past, particularly the last few months, make him the best choice to help deal with this.
I also need to respond to a testy message from Marius. I should have known he would get wind of this and I certainly cannot fault Sybelle for her concern. Marius needs to put the blame as squarely on Daniel as myself; he was, after all, the first one to discover the situation. It is hardly my fault if Daniel chose to not include him.
I finish typing the messages, turn off the machine and look with concern at Armand. I shall have to hunt soon and bring something back. Turning to the stereo, I scan the selection of CDs, desperately looking for something that might reach out to Armand.
Armand:
Tossing and turning on the bed, things, thoughts flying through my mind. Every once in a while I squirm once more, a call out, dreams, vivid as if reality. I don't know where I am, many times I think I am still in that dismal place. Do I smell the Brimstone, is Memnoch with me now, am I in one of the many levels of hell, and only a fool not to know. Many times I think I hear Ricardo calling me, and a vague thought of Santiago, going instead of me. The thought hits me and I jump up, calling Santiago, though do I even now see where I am. "Where are you Santiago !! No !" My head looking all about me, but the room is in darkness and still no idea of my location. Is this all but a dream, a horrible dream. Stop it!!!!
Santiago:
I stood there listening to Memnoch's words groaning. I do not worship myself, I worship nothing. I do wonder if Memnoch has a bit of a God complex however. Opting to keep my mouth shut for the moment, the demon disappears. Great, so I get to just wander around...
I watched the souls that were down here, their pain and torture evident. As I thought of Armand, this would have been his own torture... to see these souls as they were, calling out to him. For a split second they began to get to me and I stopped walking. I looked right at one, watching it. It didn't matter why it was down here, it would blame anything possible for it's current state. I smirked and walked through it like a ghost, it formed on the other side of me cursing at me. Nothing I had ever done put any of these things down here, there was nothing for me to feel sorry for.
I continued my walk wondering why Memnoch had left me here alone anyway. I might as well see if I could find Ricardo. The sooner I finished that, the sooner I could get out of here. I had to make sure I stayed here long enough to amuse Memnoch and give Lestat time to help Armand recover. Something told me that time worked differently here however and I wouldn't exactly know how much time had passed up there.
I shoved my hands in my pockets and kept walking around. I had no intention of finding a grave to lie down in, right now I was in hell but I was not a part of it, like Memnoch himself. If I laid down, something told me I would then be forever bound to it.
Daniel:
It was a short flight down from New Orleans. The minute we landed on the island, I once again felt at home. Nothing much had changed over the last few months; then again, it rarely did. This had more or less become the home for Armand and Julien, and yet I still sensed a welcome in the sticky night air.
The servants and retainers smiled their discreet welcome, hauling my luggage to my room. I did not even have to worry about unpacking. I sat at the window, staring out at the sky and water as one of Armand's most trusted flunkies carefully unfolded and neatly tucked away all my clothes. I still had no idea why I had bothered to pack so much. Call it force of habit, I guess.
I was almost dreading what came next. I was terrified of seeing him in the condition Lestat had described to me. The thought of Armand that defenseless threw me with a force that shook me to my teeth. I made my way to his private suite, only to be met at the door by a rather grim Lestat . He shook his head slightly as he let me in and led me over to the bed.
"There was a slight change earlier, but I fear he has slipped again, Daniel. Julien is on his way. I have even heard from Marius, who will most likely descend upon us with the wrath of all his ancient gods. I am afraid I did not play this one as i should", Lestat said quietly.
I turned to him, the blood tears streaming down my face, speechless.
Armand:
The hole was so deep. I felt as though I was only falling with each step I tried to get back out. In reality though I was still in my bed and kicking at the sheets that Lestat had just put back on me with care. The heat at my back, it made my whole body sweat. I was on fire, it was burning, I needed fresh air. Jumping from my bed I rushed to the coolest spot in the room. The were no floors, no walls, no balconies, no windows, just burning smoke and fog. I only ran for the cool nights air, almost flying over the edge in doing so. Scuttle could be heard as I ran through whatever was in my way. I was in hell and there was no true warmth, all I knew was that I wanted to feel a some what form of comfort, and all I felt was the same.
Memnoch:
Death still lives among men, Hell will not be the way to the true knowledge of bliss that the souls in Sheol are yearning for. Thirst forever... bleed and live. The commands of life or those of God? I am the accuser of God with no reason...
I looked upon my face in the reflection, I saw the face I carved from the matter, the flesh that I tasted long ago has abandoned me with hunger for more of its pleasures...
My guest, or should I say my captive, Santiago, the hard headed fool from the Earth of sin and death. I look down at him in his garments, in his vampiric posture and I see nothing but a shadow of centuries, in so little time vanity and arrogance can grow to become a monstrous virtue. I hope he will find his comfort in his own Hell, this place is made for many like him, but God intended it for everyone.
No reason may be for my torment, my days in this punishment are getting close to the end of it all, I should soon break the chain of my curse and make peace with my Lord. The angels shall see my triumph clear and alive, and they will make songs for it and raise their wings to its glory...
Santiago, fool blood beast, set your heart free to be born in Hell to its nature of suffering... blood will flood before your eyes soon enough to please you and your friends.
I sent my messenger to him in the forth day, as he was getting lost in the wilderness of Hell, thirsty and weak... "Memnoch commands you to find the unworthy souls and to feed of them... follow the stream to the dead sun." I seek no satisfaction in your suffering neither in your death. "Santiago, spread your wrath in Hell as much as you could... just remember not to lose your soul in it."
Julien:
The flight was rough, but maybe I was just too nervous about what I would find upon my arrival. The news from Lestat had not been good and I had not slept in days. Finding a flight out had been hard - that only increased my annoyance and agitation. My beloved friend, Armand. The thought of him suffering, lost and possibly even worse was almost overwhelming. I thought back to his tireless efforts in securing my release from Celeste months ago. There was no doubt that my love for him would drive me to the same depth of loyalty and devotion.
Lestat had been with him for awhile. Daniel was already there and Marius was expected. That thought made me wince out a grim smile. All hell would break loose upon his arrival. One look at Lestat's face upon my arrival confirmed my suspicion that he regretted his lack of action a great deal.
After settling into my room and fortifying myself for the worst, the servant assigned to me guided me to Armand's rooms. I was met by a subdues Lestat and Daniel. Daniel was restless beyond belief; Lestat seemed speechless. One sight of Armand almost brought me to tears, but I gathered my wits and put on a brave face. Pushing past both of them, I took my place at his side, taking his hand in mine. I don't know what possessed me, but I found myself talking about any and every image that crossed my mind as I spent my first long, sleepless night at his side.
Armand:
My eyes fluttered at his voice, it was as though a sound of an angel was talking to me, but how could that be in Hell that I was in. Perhaps it was the devil that was talking to me, or one of his minions, trying to fool me, to win my trust. I struggled to pull away, but at the same time trying to give in, the pain too much and the loneliness to long. My body turned towards the voice, but all I saw was shadows. My eyes opened but shadows buried me under. I mumbled something, "what are you? Why an angel in Hell, go back to Heaven, you do not need the likes of me. Protect my Ricardo, bring him to Heaven, I am but a waste" My voice the sounds of a raving lunatic, my voice soft, barely audible to the world outside myself. I tried to nudge the hand away, but at the same time I struggled to keep. I did not want the angel to leave me. My brow with sweat, my body shaked and shivered, the heat unbearable. Why could the Devil not set me free, end my torment. I licked my lips, parched from the dryness. Taking the angel's hand and leading it to my lips, thirst engrossing me..
Memnoch:
Simplicity was not much of a virtue in Hell, my own color was blurred by my own confusion... oh, Lord... what have I done?
I searched the hearts of many creatures and to my judgment, vampires were fit for this task... but not all vampires, many were unwise, few were Holy, but some were pure evil. I remembered my journey with Lestat and what he could've accomplished in my service, now I'm left desperate with a hollow creature roaming my wilderness with no faith. The possibility of failure is almost a certainty... failure, the trigger of all my evil. If I fail I will turn into a beast of Chaos, if forgiveness will be denied to me and grace will fade away. This Santiago might turn into a curse that will prolong my suffering... but my suffering shall be the suffering of him and all his friends....
Santiago:
As I continued to walk, searching for Ricardo, a strange wisp of a creature appeared before me. "Memnoch commands you to find the unworthy souls and to feed of them." Commands? That's nice. The catch on all of this was Memnoch attempting to force me to do anything against my will. If I submit to his demands then he can hold me for I have given myself to him. If I continue to do as I please and he forces my hand, then I am free. The rules of this place just need to be understood. It is why Memnoch has never had a problem before, most fear him and bow to him doing his every will, thus they are to remain here.
Even when Memnoch brought me here, he brought me without consent. I agreed to come here, I never agreed to stay. In his rush, or perhaps it was that no one had ever played his own game, he had erred in my favor. He said I could not make demands, yet he took me just the same based on the terms I had agreed to. I am here only as long as I wish to be.
The rules of the game are simple, it's a matter of knowing them and using them to your advantage. Given that Memnoch does not make the rules, as long as I play by them, the power higher then Memnoch will grant me my freedom. The rules? Nothing can be done against your own will and once terms are agreed to, they cannot be changed.
Think of this in Greek terms, the story of Persephone. She could leave Hades as long as she had not eaten anything. However, she, of her own will, ate the three pomegranate seeds and now spends three months of the year with Hades. My story is the same it is why I have yet to take in any souls and it is why I have yet to rest. My hunger is great but so is my willpower.
As the creature that was giving me Memnoch's demands dissipated, I continued my walk. I returned to calling out for Ricardo. To my surprise, a soul appeared in front of me... I'd seen his face so many times in Armand's thoughts, Ricardo. I smiled as it asked me why I called for it.
"To send you to heaven my friend. You hold within you sorrows and regrets that are not your own. Your hatred that keeps you here is misplaced..."
The soul regarded me for a moment. "Ricardo, your life was perfect up until the time it was taken. You did nothing of sin, you showed the world beauty." I was trying desperately not to mention Armand's name, it would send him down a path of thought I didn't want. I watched as his form began to shimmer slightly.
"You have no reason to be here, you are here only of your own will. Let go of that, remember what you did give the world, remember how perfect your life was." As I continued to speak with him longer, he became brighter, more translucent. Just as I felt his soul leave this place, Memnoch appeared in front of me in place of where the soul had been.
"What, did I not do that right?" I said with a smirk on my face.
Marius:
When someone finally told me about what happened to Amadeo I was there within moments. Why had I been left out of the loop in communication? Daniel, Julien, Lestat, Pandora, Bianca, heck even Santiago knew about this incident before I did.
I didn't knock as I entered the house, I walked past the others in the sitting room, my goal was the room you were in, nothing more. I heard Daniel's voice welcoming me, I stopped and turned my head just enough to look at him. I heard Lestat tell Daniel to keep his mouth shut and I continued walking toward the room.
When I opened the bedroom door, there sat Julien on the side of the bed next to you. He looked up at me and spoke my name.
"Leave Julien, now." My voice cold, harsh, commanding. Without another word Julien left and I shut the door behind me. I sighed deeply, it was those outside of this room I was upset with, not my Amadeo. As you stirred, I moved to your side, taking your hand in mine. My voice was sad but deep and with much feeling.
"Amadeo, hear my words. Let them break through the silence."
You sat up and looked at me but your eyes were vacant, whatever it was you saw, it was not me. You moved off the bed, I stood with you, your hand still in mine, and I followed you in your journey to the balcony. I would not let you go into the abyss but I had to let you at least take that step.
We walked out onto the balcony, I hated doing this but I knew it needed to be done. I let you step off the edge, my hand holding on to yours. As you dangled there above your own precipice I reached my other hand down to hold your arm to further ensure I didn't drop you if you struggled.
"Amadeo, you were not meant for hell, you are an angel. Now my beautiful angel, see me. Open your eyes and actually see me Amadeo. You know my voice, let that carry you through the darkness and fog that surrounds your mind."
Armand:
I followed as the hand lead me, where was I going? Everything was spinning, voices, the voice, another seemed familiar but who, what, who, was it to trust? I followed, as though I could not do another. Then I felt the coolness on my face, pulling me again from the heat, I moved with it, anxious, I ran to it and before I knew it was flying the ground below me know more, but I felt one holding me, keeping me safe. Then it said that I was an angel, not meant for Hell, was it God did he forgive? I opened my eyes. "Lord you hare here? you have..." then I noticed I was not grounded and struggled as the air continued to fall below my feet, I kicked. I could not remember I could fly, an instinct, fear engulfed. "Save me my God !! Don't let me fall !!! " I opened my eyes and for once again I could see, truly see the night and hear the voice.. I gasped, "Master !?" Where was I? Then I screamed his name "Memnoch, do not make a fool of me !!" Was it true or a lie?
Marius:
I see your eyes clear, I know you see me. As I hear you yell at me as if I was Memnoch, I can only smile. "Amadeo, let your heart guide you. It will tell you if I am Memnoch or not."
As the blood tears ran down your cheeks I pulled you up, back onto the balcony and into my arms. It has been too long since I had last held you like this. I wrap you in my arms, your head against my chest. "Quiet your tears, you are safe now. You are free my Angel."
I went to guide you back into the room but you stopped me, telling me how the cool breeze in the air felt good. I brushed your hair back out of your face, my eyes never leaving you as I kiss your forehead.
Armand:
My body still shivered from under his hands, I wanted to feel the coolness on my face but my legs felt so week, that instead I just held on to him. "Master.. how? How did we get here?" My legs trying to trip me as I walked. "Where are we?" Being I had still not realized I was home. "Where is Memnoch, and how did you get here? I feel cold, I thirst. I am truly damned, we are all truly damned. No redemption? You have damned me." Then I looked up to him, "I'm sorry, Master, please forgive." Tears started falling from my eyes, washing away the shadows, but still my mind was so confused, so much confusion. "Where are we Master?" Looking up to him again. "I want to go home, can I? Am I free from Hell? for now at least?" Hoping he would say yes.
Marius:
Just listening to your questions I knew your mind was still clouded, still confused.
"I do not have all the details. What I do know is that you are safe, we are here in Night Island, Memnoch is gone and will not bother you any more. You hunger because you have not fed in several days, as soon as you are ready, I will take you out to feed.
We are not damned Amadeo, that is only what Memnoch wants you to believe. There is nothing to forgive you for."
As much as I was angered at those out in the sitting room for not telling me of this situation earlier, I did want to thank them for keeping you safe. We walked back into the room, I sat down on the bed and pulled you onto my lap to hold you close once more, your head resting against my shoulder as you wept.
"We cannot yet go home, soon Amadeo. Gather your strength first."
After we sat there for a while, I picked you up in my arms and carried you out to the sitting area. I wanted to let the others know you were back with us and let you see how many people truly care about you and your well being.
Memnoch:
"I'm glad you figured out the rules of this place, you proved your superior mind over the rest of your friends." My words floated as I stood in front of the bitter face of Santiago, I can see his natural instinct to challenge and prove himself every time he meets someone he feels might be a threat to his arrogance... he he...
"But I'm afraid that you can't help your precious Ricardo, there is one detail you forgot... I run this place and I decide when a soul is ready enough to pass the gates of hell... from there, God will do with it what he wishes... if you should have any part in this process to change the destiny of your friend, you need to choose to remain here in my service... other than that, the way back is wide open, you can join your friends who are sitting now comforting your Amadeo..." I said all i needed to say, he was still staring and thinking... but there was nothing to think of, there is a price to everything, if I can't get what I want he can't get his wish either.
There it is, his free will shall determine if this journey will keep on going or end it right now, right here. It won't be over for me though, I shall find someone some how dead enough to carry the burden.
Armand:
I wasn't ready to see them all, so much was on my mind, my thoughts swirling like marbled pools through my mind. I look up to him, "please can we just go back to my room. I'm not ready for them. I don't know what to do", sighing. I was like a frightened rabbit, I was not ready to mix amongst them. I had some many things I needed to sort out. "I think I need more rest. They will forgive, won't they?" My eyes longing for my room, for anywhere away from the others. "Maybe we can go to somewhere else, anywhere, you choose. I just can't face them yet. I have so much work to straighten out and so tired," my body leaning against his. "Let us just go..." My voice full of exhaustion and despair.
Memnoch:
Hearing your pleas I run my hand gently through your hair.
"Yes Amadeo."
I walk through the sitting area, my hand holding your face buried gently against my chest so that you do not have to see the others. I hear their sighs of relief, all their questions. I offer them consolations of "He will be fine, he is back with us" but nothing more.
I turn to Lestat, knowing it was he who brought you here.
"Thank you Lestat. And thank you all for your concern for him. I am taking him back to my home, I will care for him there. There is too much confusion and noise here."
I felt you shiver in my arms and I lean over and kiss your forehead. I walk out of the sitting room and as I step out the door I pull you close to me and fly us home.
We land shortly in front of the home, the door opening before us and I walk you directly to my bedchamber, lying you down on the bed.
"You are safe here Amadeo."
As we once did so long ago, I bite my tongue and hold your head within my hand to give you the blood kiss. There is nothing it can heal this time, it will let you know I am here and we are together again.
Santiago:
The smile upon my lips spread. "Ah but it is you who forgot one small detail Memnoch." I watched as he glared at me, his mind trying to figure out what it was I could possibly think he missed.
"I agreed to stand at your side. In bringing me here without altering that statement, you gave me the power to set them free of these gates. So, Memnoch, I have already played my part in the freedom of Ricardo."
I watched as Memnoch's eyes grew wide at my declaration. As I have stated before, I may be arrogant, but I hardly ever make mistakes.
"Also, since I said that I would come here, not that I would stay, I did come here and now I decided it is time to leave. I am neither your servant nor your captive."
I turn and walk away from him.
"Oh yes, and one more thing, while you also told me that I was not able to make demands, you did bring me here without me agreeing to your 'revised' statement. Hence it was forcing my free will and hence the agreement stands with what I said. I expect you never to bother another immortal ever again. Enjoy."
I felt the ground shake from Memnoch's fury. I just smiled and kept walking. I would not have any powers once I returned from hell, all part and parcel of the deal, but they were still mine for now. I brought the fog around me so that I could depart.
Up on the street, a thick fog formed even though a steady breeze blew. I emerged from within the fog, my hands in my pockets. I didn't stop walking, I knew the fog had already dissipated behind me. I looked at no one as I moved, I merely walked. My eyes cast off toward a much different future ahead of me.
I would wait until tomorrow to find Lestat and learn how Armand had fared. Tonight, I needed to feed... Memnoch would be wanting another soul to condemn.
Armand:
After a few nights my mind was clearer and the time away from the others, fruitful. I knew what I had to do. I had no other choice. Marius had purchased a lap top for me. I was still at the time not ready to face the world, but there was much I needed to do. So there three nights later I was curled up on the bed, actually sitting like an Indian and typing away at great speed. It was good that he had high speed Internet access, my mind was flying through everything, and I needed a computer that would do the same. When I was done I e-mailed Daniel, requesting that he come to Marius's, there was much to do, and much I wish I did not have to, but it was for the best.
Memnoch:
He he he... my laughter went on echoing through the mist of his departing, but my whispering was very close to his dead heart... fool arrogant, you think things work here like in a vampiric fairytale, good prevails... evil defeated always. Unfortunately for you this is not like in the movies in your world. Things are not easy like you imagined...
My wish was revealed and the gates of Hell sealed as my followers captured Ricardo and fogged him in thick dark smoke, I approached him in his lamentation... "I do not seek your pain, fear not... but you shall remain here until the Lord calls for your soul... clean and pure."
As much as I hated Santiago's attitude when he spoke of Hell like he knows everything to know in the after world, he sounded like an aged angel... his foolishness will trap him in Hell some day where mercy will betray him to me.
My search will continue for a worthy helper, a damned lieutenant to serve this doomed place until God calls for its death...
to the damned...
my calls still echo
my wings spread in sorrow
who ever wishes to follow
just call my name.
Lestat:
They have all gone now - Armand, Marius, Julien, Daniel. Julien in particular seemed more than just a bit angry with the outcome. I believe he resents the fact that Armand has gone with Marius. It is so vain and arrogant and foolish of us to tangle in the hearts and lives in mortals. We have no idea of the careless harm we can inflict without even trying. And they have no concept of the way we live our lives - our connections and relationships are an unfathomable mystery.
I remain behind on Night Island. Louis is embroiled completely with Brian now, and other aspects of my life have grown too painful to make me want to return at this time. I intend to slip out of my life...shrug it off and just allow myself a short respite from the drama that at times threatens to consume me whole.
Santiago:
The following night, I went to find Lestat. I had heard that he had taken Armand to Night Island, so I started there. It seemed like every time something went wrong, Night Island is where we all met.
I walked up and noticed the door was not sealed quite tightly. Well, I hadn't broke this door in, so something else happened. I was worried for a moment until I realized that Memnoch did not need to break in a door, he could just appear inside the house, so I relaxed a bit.
The door was unlocked so I turned the handle and walked in. The place was quiet, I saw Lestat sitting on the couch. His head in his hands with his elbows on his knees. No one else appeared to be around, including Armand.
"Lestat, where is Armand?"
Lestat:
"He has gone with Marius to recuperate completely. He is at last back in the land of the living at any rate...he seems to be holding his own. Marius is seething under the skin at both of us and how we handled things...not calling upon him immediately."
I am at something of a loss, not able to understand why either of them went along with this or even what it all meant. And how Armand and I were completely devastated by the experience...and Santiago seems unscathed. Is it a question of courage..or is it a matter of belief? Is it primal fear or denial...what little demon of birth or philosophy, buried deep inside plagues us despite what we want to not believe. Or was..is...the whole thing merely illusion?
'So...at the risk of trivializing this whole thing....what the hell happened...how did you manage to walk away...and what do you make of the whole miserable experience? How can you stand there, completely unscathed by what you saw and experienced?"
Santiago:
I glare at you at the mention that Marius is mad at both you and I. Something tells me you never bothered to mention to anyone where I had been all this time. For all they knew you were probably Armand's savior keeping him safe from the clutches of Memnoch.
"What is it you want to hear Lestat? That I am so cruel and heartless that I can stand amongst the lost souls and feel nothing for them? Believe whatever it is you want, I doubt you'd understand anyway. It all comes down to free will. You and Armand gave yours over to Memnoch, I refused. It's quite interesting that Memnoch is just as arrogant and egotistical as you Lestat."
I sigh "And I am not entirely unscathed... I did have to see the souls, I did have to see their suffering. You know what it looks like, you've been there. I just had to remind myself that they were not there because of me. If you kill a murderer and he goes to hell, should you pity him? Should you feel it is your fault he is there? It was his life that directed his fate, not yours."
There was one talent I had used that you were never good at. Studying people and actions.
"Once you can stop and realize that Memnoch is not infalible, it's easy to see him as nothing more then a creature like you or I."
I stop and look at you. Something isn't right. I walk over and take a seat next to you.
"Alright... talk. You're not being your normal cheerful self, what's up?"
Lestat:
Some nights fall like a small death around you in bits and pieces. And too many in a row can begin to gnaw slowly at the soul. I did not want him here - I did not want anyone here right now...not even Louis. My life was slowly imploding and peeling in painful layers around me. I gave a mirthless chuckle and turned toward him, my hand dismissing my words as unimportant.
"Marius is angry with everyone, Santiago. He seems to feel one of us should have contacted him. He has not expressed it...it is just that overwhelming feeling of disapproval that hangs over everyone. Rest assured, I am bearing the brunt of it. Shrugging As well I should. I will make sure I bear it with my usual equanimity."
Turning away, I wander to the window, my attention focusing on nothing in particular.
"As to what is bothering me...I have no name for it. I prefer to not name it...that way I can hold it at bay. Please forgive me, mon ami...I cannot discuss something I cannot quite piece together. I think a spell of solitude is in order right now. My life has unraveled a bit and I am at a loss. I plan on some time here alone before returning to New Orleans again. A few demons need facing down...and I need to do that alone. This is something I cannot and will not share....."
Santiago:
I still don't understand what Marius expected from me, I have no way of getting in touch with him. I've hardly ever even spoken to him. But fine, whatever, you want to bear it I won't stop you. I watch as you move to the window.
I sit there listening to you brood, you've begun to sound like Louis. I think you two are hanging out too much. I roll my eyes and stand.
"Fine, I understand. Remain here, mope, do whatever tickles your fancy. I have no reason to stay, I just wanted to see how Armand was."
I tired of this treatment, what had I done it for again? I begin to think even I no longer know now. Without even bothering to say goodbye, I doubt you'd have heard it anyway, I leave.
I walk out and take a seat near the water, watching the moonlight pour across it. And so, life returns to normal already... and I am still seen as the outcast, the one no one trusts.... The Trickster. Fine, so be it.
As soon as I am able, I head off the island and return home.
The End
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