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    dots Submission Name: O Holy Night (sarcasm)dots

    Author: Cora Windover
    ASL Info:    1,292/it/Radiant Garden
    Elite Ratio:    4.15 - 862/763/204
    Words: 912
    Class/Type: Story/Serious
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       this was in answer to a challenge called "Detestable Villains":

    At first glance you may say 'oh gee how difficult' so here's the challenge.
    A)Your villain must be so detestable that people wonder how you came up with them.
    B)Your villlian can't be the conventional cruel torture/kill person.

    so here it is, boyo.

    Oh as for back story: Obidicut and Lillian are two of the original demons of Hell.

    Make the font bigger!! Double Spacing Back to recent posts.

    dotsO Holy Night (sarcasm)dots

    He could see her in his memory, so firmly branded tht nothing could take her away. Her red hair, her black eyes, the calculating ease with which she manipulated and tortured. The almost motherly sentiment with which she ruled Hell.

    The snow was falling. Johannes had never liked snow - he thought it was a sissy form of ice. Ice was good. Why did all the others like fire? Fire came from nothing and returned to nothing. There was always water to freeze.

    He could hear the echoes of a choir down in the village. He could see the glow of Christmas. The weakest time for those of the Dark Side...

    She was a few paces along, her face turned right into the biting wind, drinking in the cold. He knew if she turned around and smiled, it would all be over. She must not smile. She must not smile...

    The snow was a little lighter now. The clouds were moving off, and the choir in the village had moved from "God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen" to "Oh Holy Night." How fitting.

    "Obidicut..." why did she still call him by his last name? "Are you all right?" At least she wasn't smiling. Concern was better than a smile.

    "Why should you care?" Another one of those phrases, a mandatory "evil" phrase, that they tossed back and forth. It had no meaning anymore.

    No, please don't smile. If she smiles, everything I have worked for will come undone... please don't smile.

    She shrugged, frowning, turning back to the wind. "Sheesh. Just asking."

    There was a silence as the snow stopped falling and the stars were revealed.

    Lillith was the next to speak. "You haven't done anything."

    "What?" How could she know?

    She looked concerned again. "You know, the usual. Burning, killing, raising the taxes so incredibly high that no one can buy presents..."

    He grinned, his face twisting into the usual sadistic grin. "You'll see."

    "Okay." Don't smile, don't smile, PLEASE don't smile.... She didn't. However, she looked cold and displeased. Well. Rather she hates me than smiles at me...

    Suddenly the winds began to pick up. They both stood there still as statues, letting the winds tear at their long hair, Lillith's red and Obidicut's black.

    "What are we doing standing here?" That was Lillith. She enjoyed landscapes, but it was COLD and she'd had her share of mischeif for the night.

    "Look." Johannes pointed. His heart was beating so loud he thought it might give him away. She leaned forward, looking along his arm.

    "What is it-" but her words were cut off as she slipped on an especially icy patch, the wind pushing her over the edge. She screamed, just managing to grab on to the edge. "Johannes! Please... your hand...!!!"

    Johannes Obidicut squatted down in front of her, taking hold of her wrist. Smiling, just a little. Suddenly her face broke into a smile - but Johannes was too far gone in his plan to stop now. Just for a smile. He leaned forward, kissing her full on the lips - and let go of her wrist, throwing her down onto the rocky cliffs beneath.

    He stood up quickly so he didn't have to hear her scream or see her fall. Her smile, her kiss, everything about her still resonated in his ears. Beseiged by guilt, he took a sudden turn and ran into the village.

    "Help!" He cried, running into the town square. "Please.... please, she just fell off the cliff... PLEASE HELP ME, IT'S CHRISTMAS FOR GOD'S SAKE!!!"

    People ran. Everyone in the little town was awakened and called to help. Johannes remained in the town square, his thoughts assembling. They would all run out to the cliff. They would see her mangled body, too far gone for help. They would complain about leaving their kids home. They would turn around... Johannes struck a match.... and perhaps they would not see anything wrong. Yet. He dropped the match onto the shrubbery in the center of the square. He lit another match. They would come back. He dropped it onto a house. Everything would be burning by then. They would try to put it out. He lit another house on fire. It was beginning to spread. They would try and douse it. Perhaps they would succeed, perhaps they would be helped out by a sudden rainfall. Perhaps the smarter ones would realize that it was too cold for rain, but most of them would be glad. Perhaps a few children could be saved.

    But then the winter winds would blow, and the temperature would drop, and everyone would freeze to death. Every last person.

    O Holy night
    The stars are brightly shining
    It is the night of our dear savior's birth

    Now you all heard the story about Bethlehem
    How the child was born and the three wise men
    Heard the preacher tell it like the preacher does
    But let me tell you, children,
    That's not how it was

    Now you might ask me what I'm talking about
    But I know the part that they all left out...

    Submitted on 2004-06-10 19:06:37     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      Oh, My GAWD! That was the best thing I have read in quite some time...which doesn't say a lot about me, does it? LOL How sick am I? This was so exquisitely evil, but deliciously detailed and to be quite honest, I didn't sense the sarcasm in it at all. Maybe I missed something, but to sum it all up...Brilliant!
    | Posted on 2004-10-24 00:00:00 | by TigerzLady2 | [ Reply to This ]
      mmm intriguing. makes me wonder how much a villain johannes is. i really like the fear of lillith's smile, makes the piece dramatic and tense. i dont really understand the o holy night m reference. maybe because im not familiar with the song. the last bit confused me and i sense its really important to the piece!
    | Posted on 2004-10-30 00:00:00 | by infernal_rose | [ Reply to This ]
      Wow... that is EVIL. That is profound. And I totally love that it isn't poetry! How come it isn't reviewed yet, a piece like this. I seriously see good author potential in you. Sorry to sound gushy, and all.
    | Posted on 2004-06-13 00:00:00 | by Raven E. | [ Reply to This ]

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