by The Eurostar
The EPS:
Edulcore Cicciotto:
I believe in God. I have for all my life.
But I didn't believe in the devil. If God is so infinitely good and forgiving, how would be possible the existence of the devil? How could He let a personification of total evil exist?
Now I know the devil exists. I have met him. I made a deal with him. His name is Charles Elias Walker.
You see, I have this new body, a gift of the Time Trust's future technology for the work I did for Tempus of the Time Trust. It's built from the Earth. When I was falling through the planet, after the destruction of my body, my ghost form (or was it my soul?) did absorb something. In these days of cold science, they would say I had absorbed what builds Earth: minerals, metals, organic compounds. I prefer to say that I had absorbed the body of the Earth, Gaia herself, or at least a small, infinitesimal part of her.
The fact is, now my body is earth, fire, air, and water. And when I turn into air, I am the same air you are breathing. You could actually breathe me and expel me after. You can't track me when I am in air form. To do so, you must operate in a vacuum environment, using air apparatuses to survive. Quite impractical.
So, you can see that the only way I could be kept in prison is in a sealed bottle. And the first moment you want to use me, to perform tests or to send me into action, I would be free.
But the jail that keeps me imprisoned is stronger than the strongest steel cage: it's my son in the dirty hands of Walker. My son.
When Walker talks about him, he pronounces the word "son" with a strange inflection, as if implying that he is not really my son. Cloned from a sample of my blood, Eddie is not my true son, he thinks.
He is more. He is me.
So when I heard Walker, conceited and arrogant, talking of his team saying that they are not villains but only people doing their job, sanctioned by the government and funded by the holy private capital, I smile, a sad, sad smile, a mask over my inner fury.
They keep an innocent baby, only seven months old, away from his only relative, from the only person that the laws of this nation, the same nation they pretend to protect, would rightfully assign to. Away from his father.
No, they are not villains. They are demons.