Dark Secrets

“… oh be washed in the blood of the lamb!” The music comes to a slow drawn out stop. My eyes start to refocus. The sound of the congregation starts to drop of, replaced with the dragging of chairs, mumbled small talk, and the occasional, abrupt “SHH!” from the old stuck-up hag in the first row. I’ve always hated church. The endless mind numbing sermons. The fake, catty conversations between the Sunday do good-ers and the “submarine Christians” neither party realizing that the belief there fighting for is just a sugar coated lie made to enslave them in a constant loop of doing others biddings. Then of course there's my little personal problem, that eats at me no matter how many times I ensure it. The stares.

Yes, per usual I was the object of obsession for everyone there. They didn’t know that I knew, but I could hear them. Behind their fake endearing smiles, backhanded comments and poisened welcoming smiles, I heard them. Every whisper, every unspoken thought they had about me, I knew. New town, same reaction.

Most of the comments were focused on my appearance. To be fair, I do have long, unnaturally silver hair for a girl my age; that paired with eyes as dark as night and a body covered with “strange birthmarks” cloaked in all black clothing does make me quite the eyesore in this little community of brainwashed- followers of the Lord. Sadly, even here; a place where all are supposedly welcomed; the poor, the hungry and the whethered masses (blah blah blah) I am damned to receive the same critical judgment as I do in the rest of the world. No signs of empathy. No questioning to the reason I am the way I am. Not that I'd be obliged to tell anyone.

I’ve heard it all. And I mean ALL of it. I've got the typical highschool slurs from the youth groups like “emo,” “disturbed,” “goth,” and my all time favorite, “freak.” Then we delve into the more hurtful, advanced, educated and to some extent - truthfull observations of the elders in the church. “Unholy.” “Ungodly.” “Abomination.” Those were my true labels, whether they fully believed thei views or not.

The only grace I was met with in that church was the fact that those who could really see me, whose words would seek to shine the light on my dark secret; were dismissed as senile, invalids, and untrustworthy. I’d smirk at their thoughts, at them. No doubt driving them further into their theories once they had noticed and decided I was in fact hearing their unspoken words.

To make matters worse; on top of having incredible hearing perception, I also have A true intuition. I have the ability to simply look at an individual and know their entire life. Feel their pain, fear and joy. Rewatch their memories, unlock their secretes from deep within. And more importantly to know their purpose in this world, good or bad.

And yes, everyone serves a purpose, small or big, good or evil, a purpose that effects the rest. Like a chain reaction. The problem is, I don’t agree with most. That fact makes it my job to fix. by fix I mean that I can altar those purposes, those feelings, and those memories. I can change their paths. Set them in right direction to serve a better outcome.

I do struggle at times. Some people aren’t just following free will; that’s pretty easy to maneuver; but rather they’re being pushed in a certain direction by an outside force, unknown to them. Most commonly, by God or Lucifer or one of their many manipulative minions.

Now let me just say: I’m not for heaven or hell, I don’t work for God or Lucifer. I'm simply in favor of my own opinions. My abilities weren't learned and granted from either of them nor do I use them on behalf of either of them. I’m free to make my own judgment calls and I don’t have anyone to answer to, which is great except I’m alone and outnumbered when it comes to demons or Angels. If I’m in disagreement with either it’s an uphill battle and I need reinforcemnts. That’s where the “birthmarks” I refered to earlier come into play.

They’re not actually birthmarks. I’ve aquired them through time and they do serve as more than just a reminder of all I’ve been through and the abilities I've received; they also allow me to channel extra strength to put into those abilities when I’m in a rough spot.

A typical example of that is anytime I’m challenged with the opposite task of a demon or angel. They’re there to draw someone in one direction, if I don’t agree, I pull them back. It’s needles to say that the law of the universe is that I cannot control free will. Unlike demons and angels who somehow always find away around that. And while my power comes from the earth, and ancient energies, I’m not still not as strong as the gods of the current belief fad, so quite often they have the upper hand. But I’ve learned my own tricks over time.

Surprisingly, living among humans for so long gives me advantages that neither God nor Lucifer have. I see how they work and think on a daily basis. I see what drives them to make the decisions they do. Now none of that makes what I do any easier, just mildly more convenient. I still have difficult decisions to make, and some people will be hurt, some will lose their sense of reality, everything they knew to be true, but I do what I feel is best for the sake of the general public. Even if it causes a momentary event of pandemonium.

Today, that task includes taking down this churches devilish minister. I picked up the ora of this demon in disguise the second I walked into this humble little town. For weeks I’ve been planning this day. Gathering all my information, calling on all my strengths to prepare. Will it be enough to dismantle an organization that has been building for generations? A plan in the making for over a millennia?

I take my seat as the sermon starts. With a quick flick of mental persuasion I embed my request to the maintenance man, already on cue he receives my message. Within moments, lights out. Time to make my move