The Eye
Characters
DeeJal
Charles Jones
Alice
Walter
Author's Note:
*This is not a continuation from "Twisted" but a more in-depth story of it as a small prequel.
“My creator's name will be feared as time and generations go by. I will twist my ideals across several worlds and use them as test subjects. This, I swear. My master will be most pleased. Until he can rise again, I do not care if I am trapped within this statue, for I shall use these eyes of mine to overlook his work. Now go my precious eye, onward to The Main World and cause chaos among these creatures known as humans.” - Deejal.
“It has finally dawned on me who it was that sealed me here. I will make preparations fast. For now, let me see how far things have come.”
It had taken many eras for this green moon to become dead. Many complications took place to prevent that. The Force of Good was the main problem, but a mysterious creature appeared and ended the war. Things took a turn for the worst for DeeJal and his forces. With several generals now dead, he felt somewhat alone. But in the light of all the chaos and time stopping. He learned all, but two of The Force of Good animals hadn’t died. Granted, only a fool would believe such a thing as he felt within his heart that was not the case. Perhaps that creature that came down brought them back, he had thought. No, he thought to himself. The dead can not be brought back to life.
And so, with the other eye, DeeJal's statue stood within his swamp. He was watching the human world, praying among the weak minds, and filling it with darkness.
"Ah, what do we have here? It appears somewhat of a human gathering. Hmm, I see; it's called a ball. Perhaps I can find someone with enough hatred here. This eye is just an empty shell without a host to wield it. Yes, that's what I shall call it, The Shell."
The Shell went around the room with special dark magic making it invisible. It began to scour the souls of each human. The first place that brought The Shell here was the commotion and the slight spark of hate that increased. It proceeded to scan intensely; most of these humans were filled with covetousness and selfishness. DeeJal found it petty to nominate them as a host.
"This is more taxing than I thought it would be. Huh, what is this?"
Out of the humans in the room, two are not as indistinguishable as everyone else. It was two different genders, and they both were filled with compassion and love. Regardless of their status, they kept true to themselves to whom they were—never looking down upon or with crazy idealistic biased thoughts. They simply seemed the type to just live life and go with the flow. DeeJal senses this and feels queasy.
"What horrible feelings and ideology to have. Living like that is nothing more than a fantasy. These humans are quite bizarre; those two souls remind me of Fox and Hare. He goes by Rabbit now from the times I've listened to in The Garden."
DeeJal shifted The Shell's attention elsewhere. He might have barfed. But right before he left, he felt something familiar, or what he felt formerly.
"This is what brought me here."
A huge grin overcame his face within the statue. The Shell seemed to sparkle upon this jester. There he was, a man full of covetousness, jealousy, hopelessness, and, most of all, hate.
"This one's hate seems to grow as his anticipation of evil and selfish thoughts grows. Yet he seems to not have the will or enough hatred for doing what he truly wishes."
DeeJal turns The Shell in the direction the man is looking at. To his surprise, or rather he didn't have the slightest look, he was surprised. The man was full of jealousy of the couple he had run into just seconds ago.
"I see. So he wants the woman, but they will soon be wedded to the man in her arms. What foolish and typical human behavior. Then again, I am not one to complain about such a rare opportunity. There is something afoot about that woman, perhaps. I have decided that this human named Charles Jones shall be my puppet. My puppet, to my goal."
DeeJal laughed evilly as a plan started to be constructed within his mind.
The Shell later attached itself unknowingly to Charles, feeding off the hate he radiated. In the process, it learned more about the human world and its emotions. Upon learning all that it could, it found that manipulation and illusion were vital for this plan to be successful as humans seem to have a feeble mind, which played well in their master’s favor. Learning the names of the victims was of the utmost importance as well.
The woman named Alice could be described as a pretty face with red rosy cheeks. Her golden hair was an immediate attention grabber. Her steel-blue eyes captured all of the attention as if that wasn't enough. Which seemed to radiate a calmness each time she blinked. But again, Deejal felt something odd.
As for the soon-to-be husband, Walter was a simple man with a soft and not-too-messy beard. His brown eyes were filled with hopefulness and glamor. Holding himself up high and appears to be looking into the bright future. He had a somewhat muscularity, which could make any man jealous.
The two were perfect for one another. Although Walter didn't have much, his heart made up for everything. Alice, on the other hand, Alice was born into a noble and wealthy family. These days the rich typically looked down upon the poor or lower classes, not Alice's family.
Sometime later, while Charles is asleep. Deejal decides to infest his mind, filling it with sweet dreams. Like a moth to a flame, Charles falls deeper into his desires. But within these sweet dreams, there is deception. For Charles, in his mind, no matter how cruel, it isn’t a nightmare if he’s relishing it.
The only way to influence this human is to see what he truly desires. So far, he wants nothing more than boos and that so-called perfect Alice. Deejal said to himself.
Deejal went on with his simulations, imprisoning Charles in a nightmare. The temptation was all around Charles. He thought to himself; everyone doesn't look down upon me! And Alice is in my arms, and you, stay there like the dog you.
Within this simulation, Charles is the most capable man in town. All the women want nothing more than to marry him, but now he’s found someone. His dear Alice. But he’s not one to disregard fun when the opportunity presents itself. And as for Walter, he keeps him on a chain. He was walking and pulling him around like his personal pet. And on the days he’s angry and perplexed. Like a stress ball to a hand, Walter is a great stress reliever.
The once proud and simple man was nothing more than a twig. His beard was uneven with patches as if one had ripped it out purposefully. He no longer held himself up high; now, he crawls, looking at the ground. Here and there, he would muster the strength to look up at his master if ordered. His master would smile blackly with a huge grin, knowing that those once hazel eyes were lonely. The glamor that once illuminated them died out. He was nothing.
Alice seemed practically the same but behind that beautiful face and the innocent smile. Another look stayed hidden from the rest of the town. It was indeed a gruesome vile one at that. Her fingers would twitch when she saw the opportunity to make more money or to cheat easy men. From their point of view, capturing them with her blue eyes, it seemed as if they were being pulled in like a whisperer near your ear to explore what you desire. Perhaps it was curiosity so they could sneak a closer look at how one could have such color to their eye—lustrous eyes. Then again, her eyes and mouth would give an evilly odd shape when her husband or herself would inflict pain and suffering, among others.
What a beautiful, cruel desire. This man is on the verge of becoming something new. I am not worthy of being a part of this for my master's will. Deejal said to himself. With that thought, Deejal knew something tragic would happen once Charles woke up. He would witness something born anew. This is just one step from many till his master’s wishes are fulfilled.
It wasn’t until dawn that Charles had awoken from his slumber. He had never slept for this long, so he became perplexed by this. Charles had dreamt something, and all he could remember was a pitchfork and blood on his hands. He smiles at the thought of letting it all go. But after a few minutes, he forgot about it. Today is the day, he told himself. He smelled himself and shrugged. Putting on some clothes he had left out the night before, along with a pair of shoes, and headed out the door. Taking a deep breath of the air, he said out boisterously.
“Today will be the day I make Alice mine!”
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