Disclaimer: this story has no relation to any religious concept, sect or rites, it's fully fantasy and argues nothing about divinity, or real scripts of real holy books. Enjoy it how it is, pure fantasy, different realm and symbolism.
Innocence is a blessing, and so is a curse; bringing pure little souls even the ones that were born as an evil seed the fears beyond exploitation, of a soul that long lingered in the dark.
“Sidra” and “Aba” were both playing in the yard of an orphanage, where different ethnicities and entities inhabit and vary of different ages, the latter is 8 years old, believed to be mixed of a human artisan and a demon, talented and yet not fully discovered by those around her, and Sidra is an angel, a fallen one, who sinned and degraded from a divine path to a corrupt path, paved by dark spirits who fear her strength and wisdom.
She was born of light, curing the scars of the hurt ones, guiding the lost souls, and facing the eternal darkness that put others in pain constantly, they thrive over one’s suffer. Them, dark souls thought they could take her down, pollute her purity and suck her innocence, Sidra, despite the sin she committed, the temptation she was blinded with, she still holds herself accountable, and not just the demons, she subjugated to love, and loving a gifted human being was her one and only sin she couldn’t resist…
***Chapter one: Temptation***
Odam was harvesting the crops in his father’s field, he took a potion, tied it to his truck along other goods and went straight to deliver them to the orphanage, where he met Sidra, the angel that helps everyone and keeps most of the dark entities caged away, she saw the despair in his eyes, and wished if he ever spoke about it, until the day he killed his father.
“You heard it too? So, is it real already or just rumors?” a human orphan spoke,
“I’m pretty sure it was Odam, he hasn’t delivered anything in two weeks and it’s not how it’s approved over here by the managers, he was supposed to deliver dairy but he was absent every since the wheat delivery date, they said he killed his father and ran away.” says another orphan.
“Speaking ill of others is a sin, young boys, stop spreading rumors, remember Odam is a good guy and he never hurt any of us, we will find out why he is absent and inform you, maybe he is sick and he needs our help”. Sidra could properly shut the mouths of the young ones, before she decided to go to Odam’s farm, the farm that none harnessed their efforts to go to and do a quick check.
The corn was semi-grown, the tractor’s wheels were freshly muddy, meaning that the place is still inhabited by one of the family members, whether Odam, his father or both, Sidra knocked the door twice and Odam opened the door, looking so sick and trembling,
“My Lord, Odam! Where were you? What’s going on with you here? You look so sick!”
“Come in” He briefly invited her in and closed the door behind her,
“I wonder why angels like you in human form don’t do anything except after the chaos takes place!”
“You care about telling me what happened first?”
“I’m positive you people knew I already killed the old grumpy man, you’re just here to confirm it, right?”
“Believe it or not, I’m here to check on you, and I’m one of the last who will ever gossip about you or find a reason to think badly about you at all. Did he hurt you?”
“Why do you think he did?”
“Because I know you’re a good guy, I saw you playing with kids in the yard, giving others coins, and secretly praying in the cellar, I know you won’t harm a fly, imagine a human!”
“Then why didn’t you rescue me from the calamity I’ve encountered!? I’ve been praying for 2 decades since I was 10 that my dad dies naturally before I do it, you never listened, did you?”
“I saw the bruises on your nick, ribs and knees, he tortured you, and he deserved the way he died, nothing to be blamed for, consider it a response for your prayers, now, why have you never spoke about it?”
“Never thought any would listen, why would anyone listen to a lunatic farmer like me! Or a thug, how they used to call me!”
“They’re kids, Odam, they know nothing yet, they just see the world with their tiny naive vision, they used to see you carry a pocket knife and think you use it to kill children after you lure them, baseless accusations, just fears spread by devils. Other kids love you, they have been waiting for you, more than anything else, we all have been.”
“I buried my dad in the background here, if you want you can arrest me or kill me, whatever you want.”
“Nothing bad will happen to you, I had a vision of you yesterday, you will rescue someone, I never knew who, but I saw you rescuing someone in the future, this kind of scares me and astonishes me at the same time, but I have deep beliefs that you will be a reason why a dark soul dies and a good one lives. There’s no need to kill you, you acted in self defense, your bruises are mostly in lethal areas, you could’ve been dead if he resumed what he was doing, thankfully you aren’t.”
“A… About that vision…
Do you remember more?”
“I remember you had a rod in your hand, casted a spell on it, and melted chains tied on a child’s neck, but I never knew who was the child!”
“That’s… weird!”
“In which way? Don’t you believe you could be a good example and not an omen?”
“I always wanted to be a good example especially for kids, I wanted to compensate every orphan for what they’ve lost, I wanted to be the good father my dad couldn’t be, but, that’s not the issue, I saw the same, it was a dream, I thought I was the one who chained the little girl, I had a rod in my hand but I don’t remember using it to melt the chain!”
“Little girl you said? Can you remember how she looked like?”
“I can’t depict her very well, she had a brown short hair and was giving me her back”
“You’re gifted, Odam, the dark souls will challenge you, but when time comes, I will be with you, we will all unite with you, to free ourselves from evilness. I always knew that you were gifted.”
“I want to go back for the kids, but I really have shame, could you help me?”
“I will tell them your dad died naturally and you had no interference in his death, they will believe me. You can start coming back. Kids miss you too. We all do.”
“Thought angels shouldn’t lie!”
“They don’t, but I’m a good secret keeper. Promise you will come next week?”
“Depends on how I feel, as you can see, I’m feverish and weak. I tried to see a doctor but my money wasn’t enough”
Sidra got closer to Odam, put her hand on his chest, recited quietly nearby his ears, things he never understood, and healed him instantly.
Odam felt shivers to his core, enchanted by her beauty and intelligence, as well as her touch, he stuttered before he just said, “No wonder why you’re an angel!”
“Sometimes, we interfere directly as you see, and sometimes we let some do this on their own, it’s always worth learning from mistakes, and repenting, this world is balanced correctly, mixing goodness and evilness in one vessel, miracles happen, but not frequently, so we’re given chances to learn and heal thoroughly and enjoy life without magic, enjoy system and even consequences.”
He nodded and promised to come regularly again to deliver them freshly picked goods.
By the next week, kids gathered as Odam came carrying full crates of veggies and meat, they all welcomed him and hugged him, Sidra came with others and carried the crates, moving them to the cellar, and the kids pulled Odam’s hand to the yard so he can play with them again, Sidra was watching him nourishing, sweating and playing, he looked happier than ever.
She went to her room and started praying,
“This shouldn’t happen! Something is wrong, I know you’re there demon, I know you’re hiding in each corner, misleading us from the right path, I won’t let you take away my blessings, I won’t let you do that either to anyone here!”
She said as she was trembling, her heart was beating fast, but the more she prayed the more she felt weaker, and weaker until she fainted. She woke up when Aba knocked her door, asking for help.
She noticed that Aba looked frightened, she took her in and held her hands, sensing something great that might happen,
“I know I shouldn’t have done this, I know it’s prohibited for us, kids, to go to graves alone, but I saw my mom, she was standing over her grave and asking me for a hug, I know she’s dead but I really miss her.”
Sidra gasped and almost collapsed when she heard this but she had to ask another question to see what she can do instead of looking weak in front of the girl, “You know… that you’re a very gifted kid, a mixed young girl with different undeveloped abilities, and you know why we forbid going there alone, it’s because there are plenty of dark souls that seek powerful living souls to feed on, that, unfortunately, I doubt, wasn’t you mother, and it saw through you… But, don’t worry, no one can ever hurt you while we’re with you, guarding you and assisting you. Therefore, there’s no need to worry, okay?”
“Okay, there’s another thing, a dream, I woke up from panting like Reju (The orphanage shepherd dog) when he is thirsty.”
Sidra laughed and asked her about her dream, “It wasn’t a good one, I saw myself chained in a very dark place, I can’t even tell where and who did this to me. But I feel scared, I feel scared that I might grow to be a bad decisive lady like my mom and get jailed like her.”
Sidra wrapped her arm around her, felt her heartbeats and shared the same concern, “I will make sure this never happen.” she whispered in Aba’s ears and had to gather with the congregation to speak about a bad event that might happen and was confirmed through three jigsaw pieces gathering one picture that should be handled seriously by everyone, the congregation ordered guards to accompany Aba wherever she goes, and Sidra was the one who was ordered to find out the one chasing after Aba.
Sidra was looking into the inhabitants file to see who used to reside in the orphanage and who visited it, to find out the Aba isn’t the first one targeted, it’s a generation of different talented kids with mixed or original entities that disappeared and never came back despite the effective trials of bringing them back, it’s a strong sinister power that lingered for centuries, maybe millennia. She reported this to the congregation and had to ask for a backup to search places inside and outside the orphanage.
While they were checking bedrooms, basements, attics and playgrounds, a male angel told Sidra, “I smell a treason from your side. My visions never lie.”
“Well, they did this time, Asham, we have enough trouble to deal with right now.”
He totally ignored her and went away to search somewhere else, Sidra went to the graveyard and saw silhouettes hanging, swinging and standing, all looking at her with red long eyes, she started citing her verses and getting closer, closer to Aba’s mother’s grave, then she had a vision once she touched its tombstone, a playground in the city center, filled with boys and girls having fun, until one of them was pulled from the swing and never found again.”
It was like a riddle Sidra was trying to track its pattern, a lantern that lit her darkness, she went back and told everyone to gather at the city center and the places they used to take the orphans to in the city so they can check.
They listened to her protocol except Asham who preferred staying back, she went to the mall, where they were celebrating an orphan event and checked every corner, she saw a memory of a lady putting on lipstick while her eye makeup smeared and then she picked a razor and killed herself in the female bathroom.
While in the train-station booking office, she saw a nun luring a rich man to bed so she can kill him and avenge her raped and killed sister. The worst part is that she picked his guts out and ate it, stole his money and changed her identity then traveled with no coming back.
Last but not least, she reached to a monastery, it was empty, nothing there, but dust and trash, and a pile of bricks blocking the door, she saw another silhouette behind, it looked different, looked more content and more powerful, she kicked the bricks and cautiously got closer, “I will diminish every single strength you have, I will make you useless as well as your prayers, and I will turn them all against you until you meet the same destiny as the ones you jailed. I will suck you fake innocent soul until there’s nothing left for you to live, and I will do it slowly as I watch you suffer and bleed until you perish, Sidra.”
Sidra felt challenged and irresponsibly got closer and showed off her power in front of that demon, “You wish”… she said loudly and tried to chain it with her verses but it vanished before she finished.
She came back to the orphanage empty handed, nothing but scenes of different souls suffering and never found peace, she told the congregation that the devils have a hand in the disappearance of the kids and other individuals in the orphanage, they have eyes everywhere and they use the teenage rebels to give them information, there will have to be an investigation between the members of the orphanage, and the teenage rebels will be in guards custody all the time from now on as it should be.
“Speaking of the kids, how’s Aba doing?” the head of the congregation asked,
Asham came running, opened the door and said that Aba disappeared while he was watching her play, the entire congregation moves in hurry and go to the place where she was, they told everyone to keep calling her, but no one found her. The orphanage was all chaotic, everyone is worried and some devils exploited the situation and caused more entropy…
Odam was in there looking for Sidra, he knocked her door and she was panicking, unable to phrase anything, she opened the door and let him in, he told her that he saw another dream, he has a glimpse of where Aba might be but he doesn’t know the entrance,
“It looked red, she was chained on the floor and the place looked like a dark room but without photos without equipment, nothing but a desk, chair and Aba in the chains. Is she okay?”
Sidra bursts in tears and tells him what happened and then he hugs her in despair, reminiscing the dreams they both had and how eventually Aba will be rescued,
“You shouldn’t be here, this is bigger than anyone and anything, Aba isn’t the first and probably not the last, the devil pledged to destroy me, so it’s between me and him, I don’t want anyone included.”
“You’re the one who believed in me, not you’re in denial?”
“It’s not that, Odam, I don’t want to hurt anyone around me”
“I don’t mind. Do you think you can choose for me?”
“Yes, I can choose for you if I can see better.”
“You are literally panicking like a human being, how possibly could you know you’re choosing what’s best for me or anyone!”
“Are you making fun of me?”
“Of course not, I’m worried about you.”
“Well, don’t”
She opened her door but he rather stayed, locked the door behind him, touched her skin and tried to kiss her, Sidra started bleeding from her nose and felt something weird in her body,
“I can’t help myself getting closer to you”
he said, after his first kiss, she wiped her lips, moved backwards and sat over her bed, she tried to pray but she remembered nothing, he sat beside her,
“You want me, don’t you? The reason why you ran to pray.”
She didn’t respond and closed her eyes, her heart started beating so fast, then she told him to go out again. While he was walking himself to the door, she ran towards it, closed it and stayed right before his hazel eyes, couldn’t even raise hers to look at him, “I don’t know why I feel like this!” she said,
he responded, “Maybe because this is how it should be and no other way.”
he held her shaking hand, and told her everything will be okay and he will not let her face that evilness alone, he wiped her bloody nose, put the same blood-stained finger on her neck and kissed her again resulting in infidelity they both enjoyed, creating a seed of a different type in a long while…
Sidra woke up the next day fatigued, unable to remember any of her prayers, spells or even posses strong powers as before, she know she was degraded from an angel to a human being, she got her message in her dreams, a fallen angel from the sky, to mundane world, where human havens are her havens but only few gifts remained with her, the devil’s prophecy was thought to be blasphemous at the beginning but, in her case, it’s working accordingly until something proves him wrong.
Aba is still missing, a lot of kids are scared, and Odam has found the diary of Aba in her room, all empty, only Sidra could feel few words carved on it, but she couldn’t construct them into a vivid context. The secrets lurk in there, and someone has to figure it out before too late.
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