Knight Fantasy
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Category:
Smallville › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
13
Views:
3,397
Reviews:
16
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Smallville, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter Four
Knight Fantasy
Flora Winters
I do not own Smallville.
Summary: Clark’s now famous childhood friend returns to Smallville and his semi-normal existence is turned upside down. What’s an alien to do? This fiction will contain language, MM, and OC.
Chapter Four
Clark popped a cd into his dvd player and plopped down on the floor, holding a pillow in his arms. It was one of the many music video dvd’s he owned that were of Zak. The front cover had Zak’s white body wrapped in strands of black silk, looking as if he were a prisoner in the center of a giant spider’s web. Actually, he was the spider, enticing his prey to come take a peek at that which resided within the folds of darkness.
He put the case down, turning blue eyes to the screen. It was one of those songs that just tore emotions from the heart, and the music video was red hot with blasphemy in the eyes of the church. It had been banned in the Bible Belt…sort of.
The blond angel was sitting in the back row, on a pew made of dark ebony wood. It was carved and ornate, stunning to look at. There were beautiful stained glass windows with rainbow beams of blinding light shining in. Statues of the many saints lined the walls, and all their faces looked solemn, but, full of rapture.
The church was enormous.
The angel in red gracefully rose to his feet, robes of scarlet hue billowing around his lithe frame like majestic wings. Thousands of candles lit all around him, bathing him in light, revealing how beautifully frozen he was.
He gracefully walked on silent feet past rows and rows of dark ebony pews, blood tears spilling from the eyes of saints as he glided past them. Jade green eyes looked up to reveal that he was looking at the image of the Christ God hanging on his wooden cross made of willow. Tears of crystal fire streamed from his eyes as his red lips shimmered like precious rubies.
I can’t feel my senses
I just feel the cold
All colors seem to fade away
I can’t reach my soul
I would stop running
If I knew there was a chance
It tears me apart
To sacrifice it all
But I’m forced to let go
Long locks curled around his radiant icy face like molten strands of golden white fire. He reached up with a brilliant white hand to touch the cross, but, it melted away as everything all around him exploded into hellish flames.
Long strands of red silk fanned out like many wings from him as he spun away. He held up his glowing hands to the blood red sky that was burning with flame.
Tell me I’m frozen
But what can I do?
Can’t tell the reasons
I did it for you
When lies turn into truth
I sacrificed for you
You say that I’m frozen
But what can I do?
Long curling black horns sprouted from golden white locks, shining with a glossy sheen. He blinked his eyes, and they were instantly that of a goats burning like molten emerald green gemstones.
Large flesh scorching flames danced all around him as shadows of mighty demon lords bowed down to him. His face was wracked with pain and a sorrow burning deeper than the Pit. Still, he looked up at the burning sky.
I can feel your sorrow
You won’t forgive me
But I know you’ll be all right
It tears me apart
That you will never know
But I have to let go
Black lightning split the sky and there was a golden pitchfork in his hands. Thunder boomed, sending millions of dark wings fluttering in all direction around him.
Tell me I’m frozen
But what can I do?
Can’t tell the reasons
I did it for you
When lies turn into truth
I sacrificed for you
You say that I’m frozen
But what can I do?
The Prince of Demons, the bright and shining Morningstar, the radiant Dragon, fell to his knees, screaming in agony. His grip on his golden pitchfork that had once been his crown and glory looked strained, tight, and trembling.
Everything will slip away
Shattered pieces will remain
When memories fade into emptiness
Only time will tell its tale
If it all has been in vain
Pain filled eyes closed, bottom ruby red lip trembling, he got to his feet once more. Flames burned, dancing hypnotically as he walked through them. They licked his white skin like the tongues of many serpents. Red silk shimmered and hissed like the onyx lightning in the scarlet sky.
I can’t feel my senses
I just feel the cold
Frozen…
But what can I do?
Frozen…
Glowing jade green eyes snapped open and the angel was once more in the rainbow light, looking up at the suffering face of Christ. His beautiful white hand gently caressed a porcelain cheek with such tenderness.
Tell me I’m frozen
But what can I do?
Can’t tell the reasons
I did it for you
When lies turn into truth
I sacrificed for you
You say that I’m frozen
He turned away in a hiss of silk, and the last thing blue eyes saw leaving through the huge golden doors was a long pointy red tail.
Frozen…
Clark just sat there in awe. It had been the song and music video that had made Zak infamous in the music world. There had been so much press on the meanings behind it all and everything.
Was Lucifer in love with God? What the hell is this blasphemy? Can the Devil really feel pain? Is Satan not allowed to cry? Do you think he’s really sorry for what he did? Umm, what did he do?
If you want to cause a stir in the music world, do something to make religion explode. It’ll be good to shake that shit up. The stupid crap stagnates all the time anyway. Let the shit hit the fan and fly around all over the place. It’ll be fun.
Clark squeezed his pillow.
Lucifer fell because it was God’s will for him to do so. He had done it all in order to make mankind worthy of such a God’s love. He had sacrificed his heavenly beauty for a hellish one in order to further the Creators divine will.
Clark’s head hurt. He hated religion.
Wasn’t it all just some means to control the masses anyway? Hundreds of people die because of it all the time, every day.
Give God your money! He’ll love you more if you do so!
“Ouch,” Clark said, rubbing his head, looking at his watch.
Zak would be arriving soon.
“I can’t believe you actually own that.” A voice said from behind him.
He turned his head. It was Zak!
“I could have sworn the church and all these fanatical Christian family groups had it banned,” he said, putting a hand on a cocked hip, imitating an old man. “There is to be no sympathy for the Paradise Stealer.”
Clark snickered. “You’re going to Hell.”
Zak smiled, looking into his blue eyes. “There’s no such thingy, Clarky.”
With the way he said it, it made Clark believe him. Well, he felt better about never going to church.
“Zak!” Martha Kent squealed, walking in from the kitchen, pulling him into a warm embrace. “You look bigger on television. Are you eating?”
Zak snorted and Clark rolled his eyes. “I’ve missed you, Aunt Martha.”
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Zak was buckled up in the passenger seat of Clark’s big red truck with the wind blowing through his golden locks. He glanced over at Clark, wondering if he was compensating for something. Nah, not really, he was wondering what this Talon was like. He was glad that he had his sunglasses on. He was always losing the damn things.
“Are you sure you really want to do this?” Clark asked him, turning onto another street, heading into town. “I’ve sure you’ll be mobbed the minute someone recognizes you.”
Zak laughed. “That’s why I have you as my bodyguard, Clarky. Plus, I want to see how much the towns changed in four years.”
Clark looked over at him. “Yay, go me.”
Zak put a hand on his shoulder, making him turn blue eyes back to the road. He squeezed and smiled.
“After Alexander’s charity event in Metropolis,” he said. “I have time off.”
Clark gripped the wheel even tighter with mounting excitement. He needed to be careful or he would break the damn thing off. “Really? Something like a vacation then?”
Zak nodded, removing his hand, looking out the window. “I really need one, too.”
Clark gave him a goofy grin. “Is the Sea Witch working you too hard?”
Zak blanched and nearly snarled like a giant cat had he not held his temper in check. “I want to bite her plastic throat out and see how far I can spit it.”
Blue eyes twinkled. “The music industry is demanding.”
“Tell me about it,” Zak said, leaning back in his seat, rolling his eyes with a huff. “I want to drop a nuke that I found and the president couldn’t in the center of it all and cackle as it blows all the bullshit sky high.”
Clark snorted. “That wouldn’t be very nice at all. Just think about the cleanup costs and my parent’s tax dollars.”
“Is that the place?” Zak asked, pointing out the windshield. “Lana did good. It looks so cute, Clarky.”
Clark almost hit Chloe’s parked bug.
TBC…
Please review and tell me what you think.
Thank you so much for the reviews.
Flora.
Note: Song lyrics belong to Within Temptation.
Flora Winters
I do not own Smallville.
Summary: Clark’s now famous childhood friend returns to Smallville and his semi-normal existence is turned upside down. What’s an alien to do? This fiction will contain language, MM, and OC.
Chapter Four
Clark popped a cd into his dvd player and plopped down on the floor, holding a pillow in his arms. It was one of the many music video dvd’s he owned that were of Zak. The front cover had Zak’s white body wrapped in strands of black silk, looking as if he were a prisoner in the center of a giant spider’s web. Actually, he was the spider, enticing his prey to come take a peek at that which resided within the folds of darkness.
He put the case down, turning blue eyes to the screen. It was one of those songs that just tore emotions from the heart, and the music video was red hot with blasphemy in the eyes of the church. It had been banned in the Bible Belt…sort of.
The blond angel was sitting in the back row, on a pew made of dark ebony wood. It was carved and ornate, stunning to look at. There were beautiful stained glass windows with rainbow beams of blinding light shining in. Statues of the many saints lined the walls, and all their faces looked solemn, but, full of rapture.
The church was enormous.
The angel in red gracefully rose to his feet, robes of scarlet hue billowing around his lithe frame like majestic wings. Thousands of candles lit all around him, bathing him in light, revealing how beautifully frozen he was.
He gracefully walked on silent feet past rows and rows of dark ebony pews, blood tears spilling from the eyes of saints as he glided past them. Jade green eyes looked up to reveal that he was looking at the image of the Christ God hanging on his wooden cross made of willow. Tears of crystal fire streamed from his eyes as his red lips shimmered like precious rubies.
I can’t feel my senses
I just feel the cold
All colors seem to fade away
I can’t reach my soul
I would stop running
If I knew there was a chance
It tears me apart
To sacrifice it all
But I’m forced to let go
Long locks curled around his radiant icy face like molten strands of golden white fire. He reached up with a brilliant white hand to touch the cross, but, it melted away as everything all around him exploded into hellish flames.
Long strands of red silk fanned out like many wings from him as he spun away. He held up his glowing hands to the blood red sky that was burning with flame.
Tell me I’m frozen
But what can I do?
Can’t tell the reasons
I did it for you
When lies turn into truth
I sacrificed for you
You say that I’m frozen
But what can I do?
Long curling black horns sprouted from golden white locks, shining with a glossy sheen. He blinked his eyes, and they were instantly that of a goats burning like molten emerald green gemstones.
Large flesh scorching flames danced all around him as shadows of mighty demon lords bowed down to him. His face was wracked with pain and a sorrow burning deeper than the Pit. Still, he looked up at the burning sky.
I can feel your sorrow
You won’t forgive me
But I know you’ll be all right
It tears me apart
That you will never know
But I have to let go
Black lightning split the sky and there was a golden pitchfork in his hands. Thunder boomed, sending millions of dark wings fluttering in all direction around him.
Tell me I’m frozen
But what can I do?
Can’t tell the reasons
I did it for you
When lies turn into truth
I sacrificed for you
You say that I’m frozen
But what can I do?
The Prince of Demons, the bright and shining Morningstar, the radiant Dragon, fell to his knees, screaming in agony. His grip on his golden pitchfork that had once been his crown and glory looked strained, tight, and trembling.
Everything will slip away
Shattered pieces will remain
When memories fade into emptiness
Only time will tell its tale
If it all has been in vain
Pain filled eyes closed, bottom ruby red lip trembling, he got to his feet once more. Flames burned, dancing hypnotically as he walked through them. They licked his white skin like the tongues of many serpents. Red silk shimmered and hissed like the onyx lightning in the scarlet sky.
I can’t feel my senses
I just feel the cold
Frozen…
But what can I do?
Frozen…
Glowing jade green eyes snapped open and the angel was once more in the rainbow light, looking up at the suffering face of Christ. His beautiful white hand gently caressed a porcelain cheek with such tenderness.
Tell me I’m frozen
But what can I do?
Can’t tell the reasons
I did it for you
When lies turn into truth
I sacrificed for you
You say that I’m frozen
He turned away in a hiss of silk, and the last thing blue eyes saw leaving through the huge golden doors was a long pointy red tail.
Frozen…
Clark just sat there in awe. It had been the song and music video that had made Zak infamous in the music world. There had been so much press on the meanings behind it all and everything.
Was Lucifer in love with God? What the hell is this blasphemy? Can the Devil really feel pain? Is Satan not allowed to cry? Do you think he’s really sorry for what he did? Umm, what did he do?
If you want to cause a stir in the music world, do something to make religion explode. It’ll be good to shake that shit up. The stupid crap stagnates all the time anyway. Let the shit hit the fan and fly around all over the place. It’ll be fun.
Clark squeezed his pillow.
Lucifer fell because it was God’s will for him to do so. He had done it all in order to make mankind worthy of such a God’s love. He had sacrificed his heavenly beauty for a hellish one in order to further the Creators divine will.
Clark’s head hurt. He hated religion.
Wasn’t it all just some means to control the masses anyway? Hundreds of people die because of it all the time, every day.
Give God your money! He’ll love you more if you do so!
“Ouch,” Clark said, rubbing his head, looking at his watch.
Zak would be arriving soon.
“I can’t believe you actually own that.” A voice said from behind him.
He turned his head. It was Zak!
“I could have sworn the church and all these fanatical Christian family groups had it banned,” he said, putting a hand on a cocked hip, imitating an old man. “There is to be no sympathy for the Paradise Stealer.”
Clark snickered. “You’re going to Hell.”
Zak smiled, looking into his blue eyes. “There’s no such thingy, Clarky.”
With the way he said it, it made Clark believe him. Well, he felt better about never going to church.
“Zak!” Martha Kent squealed, walking in from the kitchen, pulling him into a warm embrace. “You look bigger on television. Are you eating?”
Zak snorted and Clark rolled his eyes. “I’ve missed you, Aunt Martha.”
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Zak was buckled up in the passenger seat of Clark’s big red truck with the wind blowing through his golden locks. He glanced over at Clark, wondering if he was compensating for something. Nah, not really, he was wondering what this Talon was like. He was glad that he had his sunglasses on. He was always losing the damn things.
“Are you sure you really want to do this?” Clark asked him, turning onto another street, heading into town. “I’ve sure you’ll be mobbed the minute someone recognizes you.”
Zak laughed. “That’s why I have you as my bodyguard, Clarky. Plus, I want to see how much the towns changed in four years.”
Clark looked over at him. “Yay, go me.”
Zak put a hand on his shoulder, making him turn blue eyes back to the road. He squeezed and smiled.
“After Alexander’s charity event in Metropolis,” he said. “I have time off.”
Clark gripped the wheel even tighter with mounting excitement. He needed to be careful or he would break the damn thing off. “Really? Something like a vacation then?”
Zak nodded, removing his hand, looking out the window. “I really need one, too.”
Clark gave him a goofy grin. “Is the Sea Witch working you too hard?”
Zak blanched and nearly snarled like a giant cat had he not held his temper in check. “I want to bite her plastic throat out and see how far I can spit it.”
Blue eyes twinkled. “The music industry is demanding.”
“Tell me about it,” Zak said, leaning back in his seat, rolling his eyes with a huff. “I want to drop a nuke that I found and the president couldn’t in the center of it all and cackle as it blows all the bullshit sky high.”
Clark snorted. “That wouldn’t be very nice at all. Just think about the cleanup costs and my parent’s tax dollars.”
“Is that the place?” Zak asked, pointing out the windshield. “Lana did good. It looks so cute, Clarky.”
Clark almost hit Chloe’s parked bug.
TBC…
Please review and tell me what you think.
Thank you so much for the reviews.
Flora.
Note: Song lyrics belong to Within Temptation.