Ratchel
Fairharvest
Laughter. Laughter filled the air on this cool autumn day, leafs being crumpled by the little feet of her son Micheal her perfect little sunshine. She was lying down on a mat with her father Benjamin who was currently smoking from his mahogany pipe, she really wished he would stop smoking in front of her and Micheal. Also Uriel her beloved teacher, taking time out of his schedule to take in the beauty of the orange, red and Golden stars that fell, so gingerly from the trees with her family. A loud giggling as Micheal was lifted up into the air by a brown haired man with sapphire eyes, his father. "Alright boys! Play times over lets pretend to like my father's cooking." The man seemed to pout at that, he always was sensitive when it came to cooking and his job. "Come on dad." Pats him on the back. "You know I'm-" Her father's face twisted into one of pure horror as his back, head, and body turned to dust.
"Father?" Her eyes disbelieving, Terror started to overtake her as the nice cloudless sky suddenly turned into a depressing gray and the lush green grass under her feet, was replaced by an endless wasteland. "Uriel What is happe-" He was gone. Only blood remained. Micheal scream broke her out of the trance she seemed to be under, he was alone crying.... His father. Crushed. Rushing over tears streaming down her face, the enter world around her was corrupt, wrong, cursed. Ratchel embraced her crying son, he was shaking so bad, the very thought he could be so scared destroyed her he was too pure. Too innocent. The only thing she felt that was left.
Resting his head on her shoulder she started to stroke the golden spikes that was his hair."Shhh....Don't cry baby... Mommy is here. And she always fights back all the bad things...." He stopped shaking, a smile started to spread across her face even if her word has collapsed on her and even if she was terrified of the horrors the gods chose to place in her path. Ratchel would fight away all of his fears. She would wipe away all his tears. Just so for one more day she could hold his tiny little hands and know that he was safe. "Mommy will always love you and always 'Squilsh!' " Her hand was covered in a black tar-like substance. "Micheal?" She tried to let go of him, but that same tar she felt on his back latched onto her. Micheal's.... No this wasn't her son! A black tar-like creature with gray dead eyes was all that was there. Girgling out black foul-smelling water from its putrid mouth filled with old yellow teeth and green muck as dead eyes rolled to meet the Wardens' glare. "WHERE IS MY SON!!" She roared into the creatures face. It only sneered at her laughing sickly, it's foul breath enough to make you puke it, smelled like something that had been dead for a long time. Wider and wider the jaw got the tar pulling her in despite her struggles. When the half-angel was inches from the things face she started to feel a great fear run through her body. "What, do you want?" Her only answer was an unholy screech.
"NO!" She yelled as her covers were thrown at the door. Sweating coldly as she sat on the bed, wearing nothing but her blue bra and panties. "It wasn't real?" Her voice was horsed and her eyes were as wide as dinner plates, her breathing hard. It didn't take long though for her to calm down enough to control her breath and get up, putting her hand on the wall as she sweated. "It was a dream. Of course." Her mind suddenly flashed back to her and her family. "Just a dream......." She said softly. Yet. To her, it felt so real. She had gone to sleep to relax and relief some stress and to mend her bitch of a migraine, yet she somehow felt worse than before. Her head still felt like someone just drilled a hole in it, with the added bonus of now having sore eyes, a quizey stomach like she would throw up at any minute, achy joints, and somehow her skin felt like it was burning. "Fuuuuuck!" It was rare for her to use such profanity 'always keep a dignified articulation' or some shit like that, she's too grumpy right now to think of what exactly her little quote is. Putting her clothes on and mumbling to herself about coffee, she slammed the door behind her and made her way to a table. "Coffee." She states plainly to the Innkeeper. "A littler early for that aren't-" Her glare cut him off. "Just get me some fucking coffee." She didn't get the chance to see how she looked as she stormed out her room. Her skin was pale, really pale like she hasn't seen the sun in years, some of her hair turned an ugly gray-white that made her seem older, and her eyes, her eyes lost some color, no longer pure amber now they had a milky white to them... Almost like a drowned corpse. Not wanting to face the Angel's scorn again he hurriedly went to prepare some coffee.