Origin of Sin

ESCAPE

In my darkness, a yellow, flickering streetlight, refracted against the fractured window and the rain, disturbing me from my sleep. It implored me in its Morse code to wake up, so I answered, groggily and confused. I drew a shaky hand over my face and tried to wipe away the sweat and dirt off my forehead. My hand reeked of booze, weed.. was that coke?... and sex.

“...Master Klaus...”

For fuck’s sake. I winced at the throbbing headache I found my self with when my eyes finally opened completely to see the flickering streetlight to be brighter than expected. Turning away from the window, I was on a mattress of black silk. My clothes were tattered on the floor and a naked woman draped across my chest and another, with only jewelry and a bra, on my thigh. Two? I guess I went a little crazy last night.

The women on my chest had red hair that matched the walls of the bedroom-- cheap and fading. Her makeup was smeared, the hickeys on her neck were bruising a bit as escaped blood started crust from a bite. I rolled my tongue to see if I could remember her but it was dry and heavy. I remembered some faint things if I closed my eyes and focused. Ana... Amber? She was 20... 22.. and said she liked it in the āss as long as I promised to play nice and go slow.. no- it was Annalise or even Ang- My eyebrows furrowed as another pang hit me from the headache and I cursed my self for wasting precious energy in trivial matters like a name, especially when it could be used towards how I got here and how to get home.

I moved to get up, rusting springs creaking from the strain of my weight and the girls rolled limply onto the bed and off of me. They were especially limp, urging me to check their pulse.

Nothing...

Nothing...

Nothing...

“Master Klaus...”

Badump...

The beat was a whisper but it was enough to assure me I was not responsible for unintentional deaths. When I got up, I stretched, bones and muscles popping from an uncomfortable rest and surveyed the rest of the room.

The cracked window was against the wall for the bed. A dress and a vanity were on the wall to the left, a half-opened door to the bathroom and finally, a second door that could only be the one that led out of the room. As I walked towards the door, I spotted a red heel still on the foot of its master. There was a third girl on the floor, naked, clothed with tattoos but snoring soundly whilst clutching a pillow like a lover. Again, she had a bite on her neck like the two on the bed indicating to me I might have been bitten famished before going out and feeding on drunk females that led to my pass out.

I wandered out of the room, my head still spinning, aching-

“Master Klaus, please...”

I found my self in a foreign living room and sighed to see it littered with girls. Two on the dirty couch, one under the table. Walking further in, I saw another in the living room, leaning against a broken tv and three more, under the kitchen rug, against the fridge, and on the dinner table. Their bodies were bruised from hickies and love bites. The room was cold but their bodies were warm and red, and some still wet and covered in seed. My seed. They were bitten and bloody but satisfied. It was a symphony of soft snores, moans, and mewls. It was a chorus that I often felt pride from hearing after a hunt as successful as this one.

But, at this moment, I felt-

“Master Klaus, I don’t mean to irritate you, truly, but I’m concerned about your well being. It’s been 9 days Master. And I can’t imagine that you have a had proper meal or slumber since you’ve left and there are a plethora of responsibilities you’ve left un...”

Bored. No pride, no happiness or satisfaction. It was such an acute feeling but it was there. I don’t do orgies often, a treat for the demon when he behaves and I freely give him complete free reign. I was predictable, luring women twice a week, train new demons in seduction, officiate treaties between clan type demon and independent ones, etc. If the demon lasted two weeks without ripping someone’s head off or consuming a soul unjustly, I let him have complete control he gets an orgy and that was the extent of our relationship. My activities never came with any doubt or uncertainty. I was efficient in seduction, efficient in consumption. But somehow, after eons, my proficiency in efficiency had become mundane.

I picked up a Brazilian that was leaning against the fridge and set her on the couch. Moving back to the fridge, I opened and searched for water and found rows of empty beer cans, a batch of spoiled spaghetti, a bottle of mustard, a bra, a used condom and-

Finally, two unopened, plastic bottles of clear water.

The radiation of the fridge soothes the back of my skull as I took a moment to breathe. I took a sip. The cold water did little to subside the throb in my skull or the fever I had felt I was coming down with.

When did it... get like this? When did I get like this? So dissatisfied with my work? I was beginning to feel hot. When did my existence begin to feel like a chore? A task? A job? Another x to scratch into my short to-do list?!

A bead of sweat dribbled down my forehead.

Wake up. Eat. Fuck. Sleep.

Wake up. Eat. Fuck. Sleep.

Wake up. Eat. Fuck. Sleep.

Wake up. Eat. Fuck-

“Master Klaus!! The least you can do is give me some type of confirmation your not dead?!!! Anything will do! So I know I’m not just yelling into an unfeeling abyss or cooking dinner for an ungrateful master that will never return again to grace me, his undeserving servant, with his wickedness!”

“God it never ends...”

My tongue sizzled as I spoke, my throat still dry even after the water. Were I to be stuck in this cycle forever? Or was it outside my power to decide my own fate, I wonder?

“Master Klaus?! Oh, Praise Our Dark Lord, I truly thought you had expired for a moment!!”

“Kind of wishing I did right about now...” I rolled against the fridge, my back leaning against it and looked into the room, around me. A shabby shack filled with forgettable objects for forgettable purposes. Who exists to be used and none of the objects, not single one of them, questioned it. Use to question it. Oh Dark Lord, I felt so hot.

“I’m so happy to find you are in good health Master! I hope your respondences means that you intend to return home soon, yes?”

Elixio’s words burned a path through my head, like bus driving through a gas station. Home? To refuel for another day of meaningless shags-

“Have you always been this.. ‘edgy’, Master? You seem to be especially reflective today.”

I hissed my teeth at his insolence and rolled my eyes. “You wouldn’t understand, Elixio. You’re satisfied with your existence, you don’t question what you are, what you do, why you do it... You’re just.. just sated to breath for another day with the same oxygen from yesterday.” Like me. Like I was. I pushed my feet off the fridge, completely now, only to find no support for my wobbly legs.

I reached out for the counter as my eyes searched for the door. The room was searing, I felt like my flesh was seconds from sloughing off of me. I tried to put down the water bottle but I think it... I think it melted to my hand- what day was it?

“Ah... I see. Not just normal ‘edgy’ but Tumblr edgy... Well Master Klaus, when you are done having an existential crisis, I’ll be waiting for you, with a warm bowl of soup, a made bed, and a Juul if you’re feeling really crazy.”

The room was spinning so hard and so fasts I actually thought that I might have been dancing. And why was it so hot. So goddamned hot in here. The door. The exit. Change. Elixio.

“Elixio.”

Black dots started to fill my vision as I found myself on my hands and knees. Crawling, I think or maybe worming my self out of the room. Towards the door. Out of myself. Into something new.

Would I die here? Probably still high and hella hungover by melting into the floor. And what sort of life had I lived? A pitiful meaningless one of my own creation. The doorknob, with all of its rusted golden brilliance, had never looked so beautiful.

The hardwood floor was slippery, my hand couldn’t get a grip, nothing could get a grip. I was so close, so far. The blackness around my eyes was becoming over powerful, my heartbeats were slowing.

Pittering.

Pattering.

Like the raindrops against the fractured window in the bedroom-

“..Dave, you should really start locking your door..”

The beautiful- no, the fucking sexy, gorgeous, radiant golden doorknob turned as the blackness swallowed me and my face finally stuck to the floor.

“Elixio,” I muttered, as my final word to this cruel world.

As I lose consciousness, a pair of faded black converses greet me.

“..And this is the last time I’m delivering directly to you Dave, you’re just gonna have to come to the shop like everyone else- OH MY FUCKING SHIT, WHAT THE HELL HAPPEN- OH MY SHIT, ARE YOU DEAD- ARE THEY DE- WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED HERE?!”