Light and Dark

[ArtFreakAngel]

"Well, that was handy. Now head forwards through the door, then take a right, left, left and finally, another right. It's rigorous, but the book will be right in front of you."

[Rache]

Carlos followed Myth's directions cautiously, going down the halls with special care not to make noise, not that the tinkling of still falling glass behind him would alert anyone.
Ahead, he saw a golden etched door, and smiled widely.
He tried to the door, and the smile turned to a frown, "Myth, it's locked."

[ArtFreakAngel]

"Oh dang it. I figured the wouldn't have locked it on a normal summer night. Unless, they locked it 'cause of you and me. Well then, I think it's about time you tried out my ability. Remember, focus on light, and then on the lock."

[Rache]

Carlos bit his lip and touched the lock, concentrating darkly. Small sparks flew from his fingers, but nothing much.
Cursing, Carlos brought his finger up and bit the tip roughly. He replaced it on the lock.
The pain helped him focus, made him angry, and then accented his forcing out of the energy with a dark word of hate.
The lock exploded with a flash of light, and the door swung open.
Immediately, Carlos's blood ran cold when the two angels inside sprang up from their sitting positions and drew their swords.
Oh... curse it...
"Myth! Myth! How do I make a big flash? A really big one?"

[ArtFreakAngel]

"I was right. They beefed up the security becuase of you and me. Well then, concentrate all your life energy on them, and then shout LIGHT STORM. It should disintegrate them, but because you don't know how to lock it yet, they will reform in ten minutes. That should give you enough time to get the book and get out of here. Ready, aim, fire!"

[Rache]

Carlos shuddered as he raised his hand and concentrated. Unlike Myth's, his version of the 'light storm thingie' came out as dark bolts of lightning, showing the impureness of his soul.
It did the trick, however, and the angels vanished in the dark storm of light.
Carlos stumbled forward, unused to losing so much energy at a time. His head was clouded, his vision blurred, and his step staggering as he approached the raised pedestal in the center of the room that held a golden book.
Carlos forced himself up to it and grabbed up the book.

It had a warm aura to it, like recently made bread that came straight from the oven. It brimmed with the energy of justice, but the fairness part of it delved like a guilty arrow into Carlos's soul.
It was a missing a part of itself.

Carlos spun in new-found energy and ran from the room, clutching the book to his chest, "Okay, Myth, I've got it, and I'm getting the heck out of here! Where should I go?"

[ArtFreakAngel]

"Head to the street with the bridge where we met. There will be an opening to the sewers. That should give us some time. Hurry, those guards will reappear soon!"

[Rache]

Carlos growled, "Okay."
~
Soon they were in the sewers, and Carlos sat down on the grime covered walkway inside the dank dark place. He flipped open the golden book and whispered, "What the-"
The inside pages were all blank!
"Uh... Myth?"

[ArtFreakAngel]

"I was afraid this would happen. Your heart is too black. It's what they call a Angel Protection Program The angels are protected because the only people that would try to steal the book are to evil. I was hoping you had changed enough to read it. I can see through your eyes, but I see the words.
They say,'Whoever has this book in their possesion, and is capable of reading the sacred words inside, is worthy of changing the rules.'

You will need to repeat the Angelic words, My the Holy Light test me, and enable me to do what I sanction good. If the Light observes you to be doing this for the right reason, then you will be able to change the laws.

Carlos, I'm trusting you to make the laws, right!

[Rache]

"May the Holy Light test me, and enable me to do what I sanction good."
Curse it, thought Carlos, it sounds so corny!
"Now what? Does it say something new?"

[ArtFreakAngel]

"No, it hasn't changed. You have to say the new rule. There is something you should know though, if you are deemed unworthy, you will die! If you are ready to make a difference, then go ahead. I understand if you don't, though."

[Rache]

Carlos stiffened before squeaking, "Die?"
Oh, dear Lord! He didn't want to die! But...
Bracing himself, he mumbled, "I wish that all Unforgivens were to be treated as equals... Please don't kill me."
Nothing happened except for the book growing a bit less bright.
"Myth? Am I going to die now? Am I just going to explode or something? Or is it good?"

[ArtFreakAngel]

"No, this is good. I think the book became a little less bright, so that Unforgivens would no longer be persecuted by it. It now reads,'Unforgivens shall be treated with the same respect and courtesy that the angels receive. Any angel that violates said law, shall be punished in the utmost severity.' You did. Now let's go see the affect it will have on the Angels.

[Rache]

"So... wait... does this thing just imprint yourself on angels' minds or something? Or do I have to show them this? And what happens if some scrawny git changes it back?"

[ArtFreakAngel]

"No, angels aren't robots. You can't just change their brains. Tomorrow, in central Heavensdora, a proclomation light will descend a declare the new law. To protect the book from being changed back, you will have to defend it with your life, and, well, my life. Now, you should find some place to rest, so you will have the strength to defend the book tomorrow."

[Rache]

Carlos sighed, "Fight some more? That'd be fun, except I'm not invincible or ageless or can live for eternity..." He stood slowly and thought of a good place.
Sometimes the best places were places that were the worst, and the worst places the best, and the philosophy usually worked for him, so...
~
Dyllion, a dark slum town in the underground of Heavensdora. The poor crowded round burning barrels, chatting about various gossips and happenings. This was a haven for the poor, the whores, the mercenaries, and everything else that an angel could fall to be. Demons lurked this place; Dyllion was the only place in this paradise they could penetrate thoroughly enough.
A rather good reason why it was called the 'Daemon District'.
Carlos settled into an alcove along the side of a cracked, crumbling cathedral, whose stained glass windows had long been replaced by creeping ivy that ran with a sickly dark green hue passing through it. Under his shirt was the book.
Huddling against the cold of the early, early morning, Carlos whispered, "Mithos... do you think I'm bad? I feel bad. The book makes me feel bad. I just stole something."
Inside him, his demon nature was urging him on, rooting for him to go and rain more chaos on these blasted angels that degraded him so much for no reason.

[ArtFreakAngel]

Even as a spirit residing in Carlos, Mithos couldn't help feel darkness closing in on him. This place the hated village. All the angels were warned to never go near this place. It was said that any angel that stepped into this place instantly turned into an Unforgiven, or worse, a demon.

"No, I don't think your evil. I think having me inside of you has caused you to open up and see your dark side. A man cannot become good, if he doesn't know what good is."

[Rache]

"What is good, Myth? Doesn't it vary from person to person?" Carlos glanced around and locked eyes with a demoness prostitute in very revealing clothing, "Like, would it be good for me to go over there and solicit that lady for her services if I thought it was good? Is there a written good?"

[ArtFreakAngel]

"Wait, I think you're onto something. The angels have been mislead into believing that this book dictates right and wrong. Right and wrong is not something you get from a book, it's something that you feel. If you were to, I don't even want to say it, solicit that girl, you would most likely feel bad about it later. That is the difference between right and wrong."

[Rache]

"But what if I wanted to feel good just for that moment and didn't care whether or not I felt bad afterwards?" Carlos murmured, still eyeing the demoness, who had obviously noticed him. It revolted him just to look at her, but he needed an example to debate with Myth for while, and prostitution did seem like the only example immediately at hand.