2Prologue
Breathing slowly, I pondered the thought of resolution. Looking towards the skies and muttering obscene theories of solutions to the given problem. There would be no escape this time. For, I had discovered this notion once before. And like before, I had ignored the fact that reasoned with my series of absolution based upon a rational opinion. The lone scar forged on the inside of my arm, seared with a threatening burn. Something as simple as pain made me feel like an average being compared to what was expected beyond those beliefs. An idea was better because it remained in-permanent to the believers, themselves.
"I must say," Bartleby claps his fingers in rapture during my silence. "-I'm enthralled with your work." The church's archaic facade rested in grievance towards the predicament. Concentrating on his movement of pace, I found control in the hostility rising from my chest. Every now and again, it heaved forth, wanting to hinder its natural rhythm and responsibility of importance. Loki, surprisingly, restrained the forethought of rage from his mortal emotion and continued to stand against the impatience of his brother. "Scion or not, it is foretold that you will be the last." A grin stretches across his face while I glance back at the Prophets. Their stunned expression was one of sadness.
I walk up towards the fallen Seraph, whose immortal strength withered compared to mine. "You have been misinformed. I assure you." His smirk fades instantly as I glare through his stature. "Times have changed and so have the people you once watched so carefully." Turning my gaze back to my companions, I oblige to suffer the consequences settled by mankind. "They are not as ignorant as before and 'they' have you to thank for that."
Silence overtook the entire room. Even the echoes that reverberated off the marble finishing computed nothing, not even the sound of a rustled breeze through the temple. All was sound but never safe. A pounding erosion disturbed the peaceful setting as though disturbance were all but won. We were not alone, and I feared the thought of expulsion from this life. A crack severs the stained glass artwork near the front of the chapel to the church. Fear masked its violence in an invisible form as each one of us wanted to flee.
The Prophets, Jay and Silent Bob, cradled each others figures until they realized the closeness and backed away from the scene. Hesitant upon response, I backed into Loki as he guided me towards the entrance where refuge would most likely take place. The chiseled stone broke away from its solid structure and format behind Bartleby, who observed at a distance and chuckled upon our actions.
"People's ignorance is the reason I exist, sweetheart." Stepping down the slope of crushed brick, he struts down the pews without any repercussion of loose debris crumbling against the floor. "And mankind's belief of time is an absolute joke." I jolt away from Loki's grasp to pounce. His grip pulls on the bruised arm as I wince in frustration.
"You're pathetic!" Spitting out the sentence, I watch his face contort in an appalled look.
A palm braces the side of my cheek while I refuse to open my eyelids. Bartleby stood a few inches in front of me. I wanted blood. I wanted to avenge my mother because her death was anything but sacrifice. I knew how the others saw the pain and hurt build into a extensive motivated state of insanity. I didn't care at that moment. The one thing I was sure of was that the touch against my skin would be the very last this demon would ever get the chance to take from me.
"Pathetic," Bartleby laughs wholeheartedly. "Remember when we said the same about their kind, Loki?" I turn to look at back at him. My chin was locked between Bartleby's clutches and an unwilling determination to let him slip again. "Or, have you forgotten brother?" Again, the heat from my chest rose in line with the rest of my body containing the known flame of injustice. Tears welled up near the walls of my eyes. For a second, everything blurred unintentionally until I blinked and regained sight once more. An eyebrow lifts to his question.
Jay tapped Silent Bob's shoulder before shaking his head in disapproval of the remark. We all stared at the guardian, waiting to hear his words of wisdom. All I could think was that I had been betrayed.
"We are far from brothers, Bartleby." Loki states, eying me specifically so I understood his allegiance. Bartleby sighs in discomfort from the statement. Enthusiastic, nonetheless, he waited for the opportunity to break us apart. Since he failed that plan, he could no longer subside into the destruction caused by fear. "Because you still have nothing left to fear-"
"And you do, don't you?" He gazes down upon me and back at him. Loki's face turned to one of rage. "Irony has its own faults now, doesn't it?" A blade gleams back from the reflected light encasing the domain. "Death being one of them?"
Disclaimer: I do not claim any ownership of Kevin Smith's: Dogma. However, this fanfic sequel based upon his movie is my original work.
A/N: This is a more serious take on the film, but I promise it will contain the same humor as the original. If you would like to leave a review, or give feedback on the sequel, I would greatly appreciate it. As of now, I'm just working on making the story make sense and retaining all the previous information about the original character's personalities mixed with my own style of writing. Wish me luck!