Post by Xapham on Jan 2, 2020 10:52:03 GMT -8
Xapham found himself at the border of 235 waiting to pass one more checkpoint before being allowed through. This was one of the rare times that Rai would allow Xapham to return home despite his mission in Cabal. It was the only thing that Xapham had requested when he accepted this assignment. To be able to return for Christmas so that he may spend his Holiday with his loved one. Just because his husband had passed away years ago, the love Xapham held never once faded, Love that strong never goes away…
It is Christmas Eve. The chill in the air is intense. Piercing through even the thickest of clothes. But Xapham didn’t seem to notice, or care. He stood here, right above his husbands grave as the Icy winds whipped at his jacket making it flap wildly. There were no tears in his eyes. His time for crying had long come and gone. Now it was just dry remembrance… Of times long old and gone. Never to return. Xapham resigned himself to know he would never have what he had with his husband ever again.
It was nearly Midnight now, Xapham had stood there, like a statue, for hours. Just sharing the silent moments with his partner now gone. But, now it was time for him to leave. Xapham would squat to touch his husbands headstone and adjust the flowers on his grave. Upon doing so he found a note.
“Hm?”
Xapham wondered to himself as he opened the note. Upon reading Xapham was shaken, and then filled with Unbridled Burning Rage! He clenches the note in his hand, crumpling it up. Xapham shot upright and left. His feeling of rage was palpable, those few still on the streets could feel him approaching long before he got to them. Everyone shifted and moved out of his way. Not wanting to find out what had happened to the poor man. But more importantly, not wanting to find out what he would do to them if they didn’t move…
Xapham made his way back to his home and made his way through the cluttered house full of historical texts, research, and books. Straight past the unused kitchen that hasn’t been touched since the last meal his husband made for him, the night before he was murdered. Past the living room where they would spend their days working in silence together, often touching someone whether it be holding hands, or sitting next to each other, or even simpling having their legs touching, a constant reminder that they were together… Past the Laundry room where they had gotten into a soap fight when Xapham was washing clothes and his husband ‘accidentally’ bumped Xapham into the soapy water! Past the Dining room where they had so many romantic candle lit meals that Xapham’s husband would surprise him with, he was such a romantic... Past the bedroom where they shared their most intimate of moments… Till he reached the back door and walked out into the yard. There were plenty more memories that they had had together out here, but those were not his reason for visiting. Unfortunately, all the good memories Xapham had of his husband out here were tainted with fear that his husband would discover Xapham’s secret.
Xapham went and grabbed a shovel as he made his way to the back corner of the fence and started digging. It wouldn’t take very long to uncover his buried past. His Angelic armor and Sword. These once beautiful Gold and glittering pieces of armor forged in the Church by War himself were now a Deep Intense Black Metallic. Years of being buried in the blood of 235 had corrupted the once Holy armor making it something… twisted. But Xapham hardly cared, nor even noticed to be honest. His need of it far exceeded his skills of reasoning. Donning his corrupted armor and weapons darker then and the pitch black of night itself he would open his wings and leap into the air! He looked like a demon in the night as he flew through the skies. Children that had stayed awake to search for the famed Santa Claus would see Xapham flying through the air. On his rage filled path… Many children would have sleepless nights full of Nightmares for the next few weeks…
After some time Xapham would land and his wings would recede back into his back as he made his way to his destination. As he approached the house his heart began to pump harder and faster, adrenaline filling his every being. His war time instincts were even waking up and resurfacing after years of peaceful slumbering. He reached the fenced yard and calmly walked through the fence and made his way to the door, only to stop suddenly as something caught his eye. Flickering lights in the window… He made a quick detour and peaked inside the window. Inside what he saw shocked him to the core. There sitting next to a beautiful Christmas tree, was one of the men that killed his husband… Though, the most shocking part was the man wasn’t alone. Beside him was the man’s wife, and in front of them on the floor playing with wrapped presents, was his little girl. They all looked so genuinely happy… Peaceful even. This struck Xapham to his core. How could one of the monsters that had taken away his love be here, living a happy life, the life Xapham wanted with his husband! It can’t be… it’s not fair…
The man seemed to realize that something was amiss and looked up to see Xapham outside in the yard. The man made his excuses and left the room, making his way to the front of the house.
“Sir? Can I help you?’
Xapham walked away from the window and made his way to the man.
“You… killed my husband.”
The man suddenly was hit with shock and sudden realization. He quietly closed the door behind him.
“Sir… I’ve done many many bad things in my youth. I killed countless innocents, for fun and for sport… I have no excuse for my actions. But I’ve made my amends, I’m trying to live a quiet life, a simple life. I’ve started a family separated myself from my ex gang of vagabonds. I swear, sir. Please, I beg of you. Let me keep my peaceful life…”
Xapham’s dam broke in that moment and tears began to pour. He cried, and cried. And almost fell over when the man grabbed him in an embrace.
“I’m… so sorry.”
He would say to Xapham.
“I m-miss him so much…”
Xapham said through his tears. The man held Xapham and let him cry for a moments in silence.
“Is… there anything I can do? Would you like to come in with me? I’m sure my family wouldn’t mind one more guests for Christmas…”
Xapham backed up and looked into the mans kind face as he offered home and family to the man who came here to kill him. Xapham could hardly believe it.
“Th-that is so… kind.”
“It’s the least that I could off- GR!”
The mans words were cut off as Xapham’s sword was shoved through his chest.
“But your kindness means nothing. You took away my everything. So, now I will take away yours.”
Xapham would say as his wings unfurled and stretched out to the maximum limit, his eyes glowing a bright white and smokey. The man’s body would drop cold, and limp. Behind him the door to the house was open and the little girl was standing their looking horrified, her face splattered with her fathers blood.
“M-m-m-monster.”
The girl stammered in a hushed tone.
“Sweetie! Are you coming back in?”
The man’s wife called from inside. Xapham started to turn and leave when the corrupted armor stopped him.
MORE!
Xapham’s mind went dark… When Xapham finally came to, the scene of gore before him was more than words could describe… But, even still Xapham was still numb, the armors effect on his mind still clouding the horrendous feat before him. For now. Xapham would just turn and leave. Finally letting go of the note clenched in his hand. The note would land in the blood, finally revealing what was written.
I found the last survivor of the men that kill your beloved. You can find him at this address. I hope you find this present to your liking.
From your Wise King.
Merry Christmas.
(1417 Words)
It is Christmas Eve. The chill in the air is intense. Piercing through even the thickest of clothes. But Xapham didn’t seem to notice, or care. He stood here, right above his husbands grave as the Icy winds whipped at his jacket making it flap wildly. There were no tears in his eyes. His time for crying had long come and gone. Now it was just dry remembrance… Of times long old and gone. Never to return. Xapham resigned himself to know he would never have what he had with his husband ever again.
It was nearly Midnight now, Xapham had stood there, like a statue, for hours. Just sharing the silent moments with his partner now gone. But, now it was time for him to leave. Xapham would squat to touch his husbands headstone and adjust the flowers on his grave. Upon doing so he found a note.
“Hm?”
Xapham wondered to himself as he opened the note. Upon reading Xapham was shaken, and then filled with Unbridled Burning Rage! He clenches the note in his hand, crumpling it up. Xapham shot upright and left. His feeling of rage was palpable, those few still on the streets could feel him approaching long before he got to them. Everyone shifted and moved out of his way. Not wanting to find out what had happened to the poor man. But more importantly, not wanting to find out what he would do to them if they didn’t move…
Xapham made his way back to his home and made his way through the cluttered house full of historical texts, research, and books. Straight past the unused kitchen that hasn’t been touched since the last meal his husband made for him, the night before he was murdered. Past the living room where they would spend their days working in silence together, often touching someone whether it be holding hands, or sitting next to each other, or even simpling having their legs touching, a constant reminder that they were together… Past the Laundry room where they had gotten into a soap fight when Xapham was washing clothes and his husband ‘accidentally’ bumped Xapham into the soapy water! Past the Dining room where they had so many romantic candle lit meals that Xapham’s husband would surprise him with, he was such a romantic... Past the bedroom where they shared their most intimate of moments… Till he reached the back door and walked out into the yard. There were plenty more memories that they had had together out here, but those were not his reason for visiting. Unfortunately, all the good memories Xapham had of his husband out here were tainted with fear that his husband would discover Xapham’s secret.
Xapham went and grabbed a shovel as he made his way to the back corner of the fence and started digging. It wouldn’t take very long to uncover his buried past. His Angelic armor and Sword. These once beautiful Gold and glittering pieces of armor forged in the Church by War himself were now a Deep Intense Black Metallic. Years of being buried in the blood of 235 had corrupted the once Holy armor making it something… twisted. But Xapham hardly cared, nor even noticed to be honest. His need of it far exceeded his skills of reasoning. Donning his corrupted armor and weapons darker then and the pitch black of night itself he would open his wings and leap into the air! He looked like a demon in the night as he flew through the skies. Children that had stayed awake to search for the famed Santa Claus would see Xapham flying through the air. On his rage filled path… Many children would have sleepless nights full of Nightmares for the next few weeks…
After some time Xapham would land and his wings would recede back into his back as he made his way to his destination. As he approached the house his heart began to pump harder and faster, adrenaline filling his every being. His war time instincts were even waking up and resurfacing after years of peaceful slumbering. He reached the fenced yard and calmly walked through the fence and made his way to the door, only to stop suddenly as something caught his eye. Flickering lights in the window… He made a quick detour and peaked inside the window. Inside what he saw shocked him to the core. There sitting next to a beautiful Christmas tree, was one of the men that killed his husband… Though, the most shocking part was the man wasn’t alone. Beside him was the man’s wife, and in front of them on the floor playing with wrapped presents, was his little girl. They all looked so genuinely happy… Peaceful even. This struck Xapham to his core. How could one of the monsters that had taken away his love be here, living a happy life, the life Xapham wanted with his husband! It can’t be… it’s not fair…
The man seemed to realize that something was amiss and looked up to see Xapham outside in the yard. The man made his excuses and left the room, making his way to the front of the house.
“Sir? Can I help you?’
Xapham walked away from the window and made his way to the man.
“You… killed my husband.”
The man suddenly was hit with shock and sudden realization. He quietly closed the door behind him.
“Sir… I’ve done many many bad things in my youth. I killed countless innocents, for fun and for sport… I have no excuse for my actions. But I’ve made my amends, I’m trying to live a quiet life, a simple life. I’ve started a family separated myself from my ex gang of vagabonds. I swear, sir. Please, I beg of you. Let me keep my peaceful life…”
Xapham’s dam broke in that moment and tears began to pour. He cried, and cried. And almost fell over when the man grabbed him in an embrace.
“I’m… so sorry.”
He would say to Xapham.
“I m-miss him so much…”
Xapham said through his tears. The man held Xapham and let him cry for a moments in silence.
“Is… there anything I can do? Would you like to come in with me? I’m sure my family wouldn’t mind one more guests for Christmas…”
Xapham backed up and looked into the mans kind face as he offered home and family to the man who came here to kill him. Xapham could hardly believe it.
“Th-that is so… kind.”
“It’s the least that I could off- GR!”
The mans words were cut off as Xapham’s sword was shoved through his chest.
“But your kindness means nothing. You took away my everything. So, now I will take away yours.”
Xapham would say as his wings unfurled and stretched out to the maximum limit, his eyes glowing a bright white and smokey. The man’s body would drop cold, and limp. Behind him the door to the house was open and the little girl was standing their looking horrified, her face splattered with her fathers blood.
“M-m-m-monster.”
The girl stammered in a hushed tone.
“Sweetie! Are you coming back in?”
The man’s wife called from inside. Xapham started to turn and leave when the corrupted armor stopped him.
MORE!
Xapham’s mind went dark… When Xapham finally came to, the scene of gore before him was more than words could describe… But, even still Xapham was still numb, the armors effect on his mind still clouding the horrendous feat before him. For now. Xapham would just turn and leave. Finally letting go of the note clenched in his hand. The note would land in the blood, finally revealing what was written.
I found the last survivor of the men that kill your beloved. You can find him at this address. I hope you find this present to your liking.
From your Wise King.
Merry Christmas.
(1417 Words)
