This story is part of a much larger story of mine. I created this one to give a little bit of background information on the character Clyde, who makes quite a few appearances but doesn't get to say much about his history or true feelings in the main story. You may also notice how bipolar he is, which is completely on purpose! I hope this in enjoyable, nonetheless. Thanks for reading <3
I used to be human once.
As I sat at the edge of the ruins, air noxious, I still remembered the smell of freshly fallen rain and the touch of gentle snow upon my skin. However, that day, like every day, the only thing to be seen trickling from the sky was ash; the only odour to be sniffed was of smoke and sulfur. Those peaceful worldly things did not exist in the place I was now forced to call “home.”
I stared at my hands. They were quite large; my fingers thin, my nails long. The pigment in my skin seemed to had almost vanished, leaving behind nothing but a sickly pale white. These hands previously did wonderful things, too. Strong, they would help those in need of assistance. Creative, they would produce beautiful works of art and music. When was the last time I held my violin? I couldn’t bring myself to pick it up anymore. Only saddened songs of death and misery would be composed; those suited for funerals. The emotion I used to feel was erased as a price for the sins committed in my previous life. My existence was that of an empty shell, created only to do the bidding of another.
There was one secret I kept to myself. I shut my eyes and turned away from the leftovers of destruction to face a glowing red light. The shadows danced around me, changing from deep oranges to bright yellows, then even to a purple black. I peered into the fire, used to the brightness, and allowed myself to be lost for a fraction of a second. The light was supposed to draw people in. It was supposed to make them feel safe. Whenever I stared into the blaze, I was filled with memories of fear, sadness, pain...
Behind my eyelids, her golden hair blew gently in the summer wind. I reached for the ribbon of her dress, but like everything else I had possessed, it slipped away. I watched her with utmost curiosity as she’d laugh at the simple things, or make comments about the shapes of clouds. On the outside, she was an attractive seventeen year old girl. On the inside, her heart was light and childish, naive, unaware. Upon the glass of her emerald green eyes, I could see the reflection of my own soul. At the time I was a tamed animal, like a house pet, and took everything I had for granted.
The image morphed to my dismay. She was still the blonde haired girl. She wore the same dress (my personal favourite I insisted looked good on her even though she thought otherwise), the ends of the bow dancing freely in the breeze. As she did in all the memories I recalled, she’d stop and turn my way. My heart clenched at the hateful expression on her face, the accusing look in her eyes, the way she’d restrain herself from lunging at me. That smile I had loved so dearly in happier times was gone. To fill its place was loathing and disgust, my best and worst friends. And then my blood would boil when he appeared behind me. Her face would soften. The hint of a grin would find its way to her lips. He ran up to her, and they stood side by side, as if companions. The jealousy seeped through my veins and out of my skin, threatening to attack at any given moment. I wanted to drown the bastard in his own blood, rip his throat and heart out, then feed the leftovers to the Hell Hounds. Oh yes, how I desired the sweet taste of such a victory.
I stopped myself from recalling anymore.
“Why does it always come down to the same thing?” I muttered bitterly. She relied on him now the way she once relied on me. Fate tore us apart, and brought them together. How unfair. Was I the one born to be evil, and doomed to the confinement of Hell for eternity? Predetermined, was it? The only thing keeping me sane was knowing she was still breathing, even as my enemy; as an angel.
My feet automatically found their way back to the edge of the ruins, where I made myself comfortable for nearly the tenth time that morning. I chuckled quietly. For her seventeenth birthday I played her a song on my violin, one written just for her. While I let the notes encircle her, she was too infatuated with the beautiful, vibrant melody to notice me shuffling. Somehow, something came over me and compelled me forward. My arms wrapped around her fragile body and kissed her with a deep and longing passion. I’d known her for over 11 years and acted as her guardian in times of need. I had the desire as she grew up to be more than that.
“Cl-Clyde...” She said my name with shock.
“Elise,” I whispered upon her lips. I could feel the heat from her cheeks radiating onto my own. It was cute. Then, she pulled me down and kissed me instead.
Yes, she was breathing, especially in my mind. I wished she would kiss me the same she had before she died, but it was far too late. She only felt hatred towards me now, and it was my fault for not making her understand. Her wings, the pure white ones she obtained upon entering Heaven, were an obvious contrast to my broken, almost featherless pair. Elise transformed into a stunning princess, while I was faced with the reality of a beast. The wild animal inside of me thirsted for the blood of my foes, and she would cleanse people of their misery. She built, I destroyed.
I fell onto my back with a painful thud. It would not have been you... I ignored the stinging in my spine and instead gaped up at the never ending black abyss just above my head. Stars could not shine in such a place. The sun did not warm through the thick blanket of evil. I wanted so badly to be freed from the thorny cage I was enclosed in, even if I was rightfully locked in. If I had the choice... No choices. No liberty. Just suffering. That was my actuality.
Clyde. I didn’t want my name anymore either. What good was such a privilege if there was no one to call you by it? It was a burden to carry around day by day.
My head barely turned, but my eyes narrowed slightly. “What do you want?”
“The angel; I know where she is,” the demon cooed, sounding annoyingly pleased with himself.
I showed no interest in the matter for the sake of discouraging the thing from begging for praise. “You want a medal or something?” I forced myself to look back down at my feet.
It stepped towards me, catching a bit of my hair. I noticed the ebony strands on its feet, and it angered me for some reason, so I knocked it down to the ground. I stood, my boot digging mercilessly into its flesh. “My hair...” I ran my fingers through silky locks smoothly, then glared back upon the creature. Its eyes trembled with fear as my lips curled into a twisted smile. “I don’t enjoy being stepped on. How about I step on you, instead?”
The sound of its insides being crushed under my feet felt, to say the least, relieving. The lowly demon didn’t even have time to scream before its guts were splattered across the rock textured ground. I glowered above it, the temporary thrill of slaughter rapidly wearing off.
“Such a waste of air.”
Was it stupid? I already knew where Elise was, and what she was planning to do. Before I knew it, I kicked what was left of the creature into the depths of the ruins, and didn’t bother cleaning up the rest. No one would dare question me in the end.
I wasn’t like any of the other pathetic beings. They were completely hollow of all feelings they ever had, and their repulsive deformations proved it. Me, I managed to keep my human form with a few flaws. Some of them whispered I was the most insane of all beings, but what did they know? All of those demons met terrible ends, and I was still here. I was still fighting. Still an instrument, still nearly void of any real emotion, but I refused to stay that way forever. Destiny wasn’t going to kick me down, I decided.
“Clyde,” another one called, who’d be lurking quietly in the shadows.
I jerked my body around, tired of being beckoned. “What is it now?”
The demon grinned from ear to ear, wickedly. “They’re coming.”
I let out a sigh and pulled at my leather gloves with sharpened teeth. Time for a blood bath.