06-27-2014, 09:24 AM
Giovanni watched the battle unfold, feeling somewhat dizzy and weakened. The fight went fast and Giovanni gasped as the creature tore the mask off of the mysterious stranger, revealing serpentine features. Golden scales covered her face and Giovanni noticed her slitted eyes for the first time.
As the snake-woman continued to fight the creature, Giovanni thought, A monster? No...A monster wouldn't risk itself to save me.
Guilt mixed with Giovanni's doubt as the creature's head separated from its body. The snake-woman held the creatures head in her hand and Giovanni turned to see Armande.
"Thank you," Armande said and moved to attack the snake-woman.
"Armande, don't...please,"
Giovanni spoke loudly, slumping to the floor. Unaware if Armande was hearing him, Giovanni continued, "The first thing you said to me was something about wondering if I had a dark purpose. I don't know what you are, Armande, but you have to be some sort of soldier of the light that seeks to keep evil from the world. You know she isn't evil. If she was a monster she wouldn't have risked herself to save me. She may look different than us, but she's not a monster. Please Armande, please let her go."
Since he had met Armande, Giovanni had spoken half-truths - lies covered in enough truth to hide the deceit. These words rang with a pure sincerity that struck a chord within Giovanni's soul - one that hadn't been struck since before he killed his brother.
"Remember before your brother, Giovanni,"
an ethereal voice spoke to him. "You were a good man once. Remember when you wanted to protect those from powers they couldn't comprehend. Remember when you helped Jensen and Connor. You've done bad things Giovanni, but you aren't so far gone that you can't be redeemed."
Giovanni remembered a desire to help - a time before he was selfish as the world around him seemed to disappear, his eyes unfocusing. He remembered Michael's words "We may not be born abominations, but we can become ones if we choose."
He remembered Armande asking him if he was affiliated with the church and his response that he used to attend Mass.
Can one God forgive another?
he thought as another voice interrupted, harsher than the other.
"No! Remember when they tried to kill you. Remember how they hunted you and still do. They will kill you...
"Aria didn't...
the calmer voice interjected.
The other voice hissed and continued, "You are a god, Giovanni, weakened yes, but still a god. You can get stronger and conquer what is yours. It's the right of the strong."
The calm voice spoke again, "No, Giovanni. You are strong and you can choose to use that...
The other voice hissed again and both voices began arguing with one another, battling for dominance of his sanity.
What am I? A good man fighting a dark demon, or a dark god attempting to shred away my humanity.
Giovanni's head tilted back to stare at the ceiling, completely unaware of whether or not Armande had heeded his plea or not, as his sanity balanced on the edge of a knife. Just one push, and Giovanni would fall to be forever consumed by the darkness in him.
Edited by Giovanni Cavelli, Jun 27 2014, 09:34 AM.
As the snake-woman continued to fight the creature, Giovanni thought, A monster? No...A monster wouldn't risk itself to save me.
Guilt mixed with Giovanni's doubt as the creature's head separated from its body. The snake-woman held the creatures head in her hand and Giovanni turned to see Armande.
"Thank you," Armande said and moved to attack the snake-woman.
"Armande, don't...please,"
Giovanni spoke loudly, slumping to the floor. Unaware if Armande was hearing him, Giovanni continued, "The first thing you said to me was something about wondering if I had a dark purpose. I don't know what you are, Armande, but you have to be some sort of soldier of the light that seeks to keep evil from the world. You know she isn't evil. If she was a monster she wouldn't have risked herself to save me. She may look different than us, but she's not a monster. Please Armande, please let her go."
Since he had met Armande, Giovanni had spoken half-truths - lies covered in enough truth to hide the deceit. These words rang with a pure sincerity that struck a chord within Giovanni's soul - one that hadn't been struck since before he killed his brother.
"Remember before your brother, Giovanni,"
an ethereal voice spoke to him. "You were a good man once. Remember when you wanted to protect those from powers they couldn't comprehend. Remember when you helped Jensen and Connor. You've done bad things Giovanni, but you aren't so far gone that you can't be redeemed."
Giovanni remembered a desire to help - a time before he was selfish as the world around him seemed to disappear, his eyes unfocusing. He remembered Michael's words "We may not be born abominations, but we can become ones if we choose."
He remembered Armande asking him if he was affiliated with the church and his response that he used to attend Mass.
Can one God forgive another?
he thought as another voice interrupted, harsher than the other.
"No! Remember when they tried to kill you. Remember how they hunted you and still do. They will kill you...
"Aria didn't...
the calmer voice interjected.
The other voice hissed and continued, "You are a god, Giovanni, weakened yes, but still a god. You can get stronger and conquer what is yours. It's the right of the strong."
The calm voice spoke again, "No, Giovanni. You are strong and you can choose to use that...
The other voice hissed again and both voices began arguing with one another, battling for dominance of his sanity.
What am I? A good man fighting a dark demon, or a dark god attempting to shred away my humanity.
Giovanni's head tilted back to stare at the ceiling, completely unaware of whether or not Armande had heeded his plea or not, as his sanity balanced on the edge of a knife. Just one push, and Giovanni would fall to be forever consumed by the darkness in him.
Edited by Giovanni Cavelli, Jun 27 2014, 09:34 AM.