Antichrist (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} wicked_pastimes) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} nevermore_logs,@ 2013-01-11 07:03:00 |
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WHAT: Waking up
WHEN: Thursday morning
WHERE: Coffin. Then Lucifer's place.
WARNINGS: Hell family. All the warnings.
Joshua was used to Hell; he liked Hell. What he suffered while locked in the coffin was worse.
He was the Antichrist and he couldn't die. He had a job to do in the end of days. He was going to inherit the Earth. He had been made to live in the mortal plane and he couldn't get to Hell without hitching a ride. He couldn't die, he couldn't escape- He had to endure.
By the time he was suddenly able to crawl out of the coffin he had been imprisoned in, his fingers were nothing but bloody messes. He had lost a great deal of weight, though by the time the starvation would have been fatal, it simply stopped. Same with thirst. He had just lay there in a strange form of stasis.
He exploded from the box, crawling away from it with bloody hands. He drank in deep gulps of fresh air and then he looked around for the damn woman who had put him in there. She had been Greek, he was sure of it. All other memory of who had shoved him inside the box was gone.
He stood, unsteady, and wobbled away from the coffin. He headed out and up the street to find a phone so he could call his parent's home. He dialled collect, his entire body shaking, and he willed someone to answer.