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Chaos Magick

Death. Life. Sunlight. Moonlight. Art. Poetry. Love. Hate. Fire. Water. Earth. Air.

Geoff looked over the list of things he needed to include in his collage for his Photography class. His teacher, Mr. Rocha, who insisted they call him Jawn, was always extremely vague on the requirements. He claimed it was so they could be as creative as they wanted, but Geoff just assumed he wanted to make life harder. How does one take a photo of Life or Death? Or Love or Hate for that matter?

It was a Saturday, and Rocha said he wanted at least 4/12 of the photos in by Monday. Geoff decided he might as well go out and find something that fits the requirements. Mr. Rocha's words, "Be as obscure as you want" rang through the sixteen year old's head as he got dressed.

Geoff pulled on whatever clothes he could find on his floor and attempted to locate his other black converse in the pile of clothes, food wrappers and various other items that cluttered his small bedroom. His house was silent; Geoff's parents and sister must've left before he had waken up at the early hour of 1pm. The brunette lived on the edge of the suburbs, right across from their local, Christian university. Geoff was never religious, though he did see the huge, Victorian style church on the far end of campus as a good photo opportunity.

He left his small white house, camera in hand as he crossed the street and walked up the red brick ramp leading into the cemetery parallel to the church. Geoff ran through the cemetery, careful not to trip over the thick, moss covered gravestones embedded in the earth. For a moment, he attempted to read the illegible words carved into them, but failed for the moss was too thick. The brunette was cautious not to step on the small, yellow flowers that grew next to the headstone in fear of ruining the only thing giving the dreary cemetery life.

The afternoon sun almost blinded the blue-eyed boy as he squeezed his body through the tall, vertical, metal bars on the huge black fence that surrounded the cemetery. He could've easily climbed over it, but, the bars came to a point on the end and he didn't feel like being impaled. Upon reaching the church, Geoff began to take his photos, as he had planned. He spent about 40 minutes there before campus security asked him to leave the premises for he wasn't a student of the University. Instead of squeezing through the fence again, he walked around the cemetery and church entirely, adding about 15 minutes to his walk home. What Geoff didn't realize was the fact that he had left his camera on the concrete steps of the church.

Geoff got home, his parents and sister still gone, and decided there was nothing better to do but sleep. Geoff spent most of his time asleep, though, he rarely dreamed. This instance was no different, he slept, yet, didn't dream. Suddenly, a bright green haired boy with different color, jewel toned eyes interrupted the endless white void that filled his head as he slept. Geoff had never seen this boy in his life, but he would be lying if he said the boy wasn't unarguably attractive. He was incredibly thin and pale, it was almost as if his bones were trying to slice their way through his milky skin. He wore all white, almost like an angel and seemed to have a golden aura surrounding his thin frame. The boy didn't stand on the floor, he seemed to float amongst the white void. His presence seemed to bring an extremely needed sense of peacefulness to Geoff; a sense of peacefulness he could barely explain.

"Geoff, it's time to wake up, you left your camera on the steps" the boy said.

The words fell from his bubblegum pink lips like honey, his voice sending waves of calm. Geoff stirred slightly, still in his resting state. The boy seemed to grow louder as he repeated the words and and again. Geoff woke up after hearing the odd looking boy for the 4th time. He searched for his camera but his search was to no avail. Was the angel actually right? Who was he and why had he haunted Geoff's dreams? He checked the time. 11:38pm. His parents and sister must've came home from wherever they were while Geoff was swooning over a boy he had only seen in his dreams. Geoff was still wearing the same clothes as earlier, he didn't change to sleep, he simply crashed. He sluggishly put on a jacket and his converse and silently crept out if his small house. He reached into the pocket of his denim jacket and retrieved a cigarette. He lit it and immediately too a drag, attempting to drown the mixed feelings that flooded his head with the toxins that filled his lungs. He continued walking until he reached the Victorian church that seemed to grow unsettlingly ominous in the moonlight.

He used his phone as a flashlight and sneaked through the fence. He searched for his camera on the steps, careful not to make noise in fear of campus security, just as the angel suggested. To his surprise, his camera laid on one of the huge, concrete steps just as the angel had said. Geoff was taken aback by the entire situation. Though many people claimed his town was a metropolis for paranormal activity, he never believed in the paranormal. This was all a coincidence, nothing more. Angels don't exist, right?The metal fence creaked almost painfully as Geoff squeezed his body in between the metal bars once more. Just as he stepped off of the fence, his phone went dead leaving him stumbling in the inky blackness of the cemetery. Geoff mumbled a few curses to himself as he attempted to find a path clear of rocks, gravestones or random pieces of debris. After stumbling over quite a few gravestones that weren't in the precise rows they should've been, Geoff saw a peculiar light. The light seemed to be about 14 feet away from him so he stumbled to it.

"One should never be in the cemetery at the witching hour" an all too familiar voice said.

The angel from his dreams.

Instead of the angel's once calming voice, this one was creepy and unsettling; the type of voice that sends shivers down spines. Was he going insane? What was happening to him? This surely couldn't be real, could it? Geoff neared the light and found himself almost inside the graffiti covered mausoleum. A full moon hung over the graveyard, making it seem even more creepy. The doors of the eerie cement building were wide open, which was odd on its own, but what Geoff saw inside almost caused him to faint.

Inside the dark, musty building, there was a stained glass portrait of a woman who's eyes looked as if they were following you, a scowl, rather than a smile plastered her face. Under the unsettling woman, there were five tea light candles over a circle of yarn, forming a pentagram. Inside the pentagram, there were four larger candles. One red, to the left of the star, the other white, to the right; a green candle at the top and a black at the bottom. There were two knives, one dagger-like, the other seemed to be a basic switchblade, what appeared to be a wand of some sort, a small, metal pot, a small, wooden bowel filled with flowers and herbs, and most disturbingly, a metal chalice that looked to be filled with blood. To the right of all of this was a homemade witches broom. A ring of salt and water surrounded the circle as incense burned from each side. Crystals, mostly amethyst, surrounded the circle as well. My Chemical Romance played softly through a black, Bluetooth speaker in the right corner. In the center of the candle lit circle, a hooded figure sat, chanting something almost inaudible.

"A dead bird brought in by a cat. A loaf of bread split clean down the middle. A broken mirror in an empty room. A spilled bottle of black ink. A blind woman, knitting her own death shroud, aware of what's coming"

The boy chanted louder as Geoff realized what all of those things were signs of; The Harbinger of Hell who clears the way for Lucifer to reign upon Earth. Geoff couldn't make out their facial features for it was still dimly lit. Assuming it was just some Gothic teenager, he let his guard down, and against his better judgement, Geoff creeper through the open doors. Just as he was about to walk inside for farther inspection, the figure's head bolted up.

"Geoffrey, you're just in time for the witching hour " the angel said.

Only this time, he was no longer an angel. His white clothes were now black, ripped and covered in blood. He was dirty and reeked of rotting corpse. His once pure, golden aura was replaced by a blood red glow surrounding his body. His jewel toned eyes were replaced by white slates as blood dripped down his once soft, strawberry lips. His mouth curled up into a sickening, unnatural smile, almost as if it had been cut into his face, blood covered his teeth and dripped from his blank eyes. His soft, bright green hair stood on end and was terribly messy. Dark, red, almost black, cuts littered the parts of his milky white skin that were visible. He looked as if he just crawled out of Hell.

"My dear, why do you look so scared?" The demon said, his voice getting more distorted with every word.

"I'm nothing to be scared of, I promise" He added

Geoff was frozen in terror as he gazed upon the scene unfolding in front of him. Instead of being logical, Geoff began to take photos of the horrifying boy and the things around him, in hopes that he wasn't losing his sanity.

"What are you doing, Geoffrey? Am I that pretty?" The demon said as he watched Geoff snap photos.

"Come my dear, you must drink for you're thirsty" The demon said, as he stretched his arm out as if he were pulling the brunette towards him.

"I-I'm not t-thirsty" Geoff stuttered out

"But, my dear, you are" The demon said, sounding almost angry.

Geoff's lips began to dry up and crack as his tongue grew dry. A sharp pain grew inside Geoff's head as his organs felt as if they shriveled up and died. It was like all of the moisture in his body had been taken. He began to get dizzy and lost the ability to stand. As his knees hit the dusty cement of the mausoleum floor, he felt some sort of supernatural pull, forcing him near the demon. The blue eyed boy attempted to resist, but, to no avail. Geoff was lifted over the circle of salt, the candles and yarn and found himself inches from the demon"s bloody face.

"Drink for you are thirsty" The demon said, pushing the chalice to Geoff's chapped lips.

The clock in the far tower of the church began to strike. Twelve times, midnight.

"Ah, the witching hour is upon us" The demon said in an almost happy tone.

The thick, red fluid poured into Geoff's dry mouth. His body felt replenished and alive as the fluid fell down his throat. The demon sat the chalice on the cement after Geoff swallowed all of the fluid that filled the chalice.

"It is time, time for our souls to become one, my dear" The demon said, picking up the shiny dagger.

The demon grasped the blade in his pale palm and sliced through his butter like skin. Instead of red blood pouring out of the laceration, as it had the other cuts littering his body, this blood was jet black.

"Your turn"

The demon placed the blade in Geoff's slightly darker palm and sliced into his tan skin. Instead of wincing, as one would, Geoff had felt no pain. Upon looking down at his now bleeding palm, he found that his blood was black as well. The demon smeared his blood on Geoff's lips as Geoff did to his. The brunette had no idea why he was doing this, for he was fighting to prevent the movement the second it happened.

After the blood had been smeared, the demon filled the gap in between their lips. The kiss was calming to Geoff for some odd reason. Their lips moved in sequence and the once iron taste of blood was replaced by honey and strawberries. Geoff was at peace kissing the demon. Suddenly, Geoff felt a sharp pain in his chest. He broke the kiss, only to look down and find the dagger plunged into his chest. Thick, black blood poured out of the wound as the demon removed the blade. The demon cradled the blue eyed boy in his arms as his life force grew weak. Geoff began to grow colder and colder, almost as if he was dropped into an ice bath, as more blood poured out onto the cement floor. His vision blurred as his hearing distorted. The brunette tried to fight the sudden exhaustion that flooded his brain. He attempted to keep his eyes open and refused to stop staring at the beautiful demon. The soft music playing through Bluetooth speaker seemed to grow louder and merge with the demons words. Gerard Way's voice soothed Geoff raging mind and aching body as his mind started slipping away. He moved his lips to the words, attempting to sing them out, almost as if it was the last battle cry he would scream out into a war he could never win.

The demon simply shut Geoff's ocean blue eyes for him with his blood covered fingers, and placed a singular kiss on the brunette's cold forehead as Geoff started to drift off into the endless sleep.

"Now, lover, I must leave, but remember, dear one, our souls are now connected, please, do not forsake me, for if you do, we will both perish in purgatory for eternity" The demon said, almost hastily, just as Geoff let his life force exit his body.

Geoff woke up in a cold sweat Monday morning. His entire memory of Sunday had vanished from his mind, yet the vivid, traumatizing, memory of Saturday night was still fresh in his brain.

Geoff got ready for school, still shaken up from the nightmare he convinced himself he had. Angels and demons weren't real, he knew that so it must've just been a dream. As the boy pulled off his shirt to change, he noticed a peculiar mark on his chest. No, not a mark, a huge, rigid scar across his tan skin. He checked his palm, instead of a scar, he was met with a deep, fresh cut. He bandaged the laceration that probably needed stitches as anxiety seemed to flood him almost instantly. He struggled to figure out what was real and what wasn't. He was in the verge of a panic attack when his thoughts were broken by his mother, telling him to hurry up.

Snapping himself out of his thoughts, Geoff continued his morning routine as he always had. He walked to school and went about his day, as normal, attempting to push away the thoughts that plagued his brain.

Geoff's day went on as planned and soon it was 6th period; Photography. Geoff realized he didn't have the homework done, and usually, he wouldn't care, but, this was worth 30 points and he already had a 60% in this class. About 5 minutes after the bell rang, there was a knock at the door. Rocha refused to stop rambling, so a student had to open the door.

"H-Hi, is this Photography I? My names Awsten Knight, I'm sorry I'm late, I'm new" the all to familiar boy said.

The boy, Awsten, who had just walked in had bright green hair, heterochromic jewel toned eyes and a voice like honey. His skin clung to his frail frame and he had the softest lips Geoff had ever seen. Geoff knew who this boy was, but he had no idea what he was. Was he the angel who visited his dreams? Or was he the demon who killed him in the mausoleum? Instead of cuts all over his body, as the demon did, he only had one thick bandage around his hand; just as Geoff did. The boy sat down in the empty seat next to Geoff. As Geoff looked over the photos on his camera, and to his surprise, his gallery was filled with photos he had no memory of taking.

Death. Geoff's pale, motionless body, laying in a pool of his own blood on the floor of the cement building.

Life. The small, yellow flowers growing next to the graves.

Sunlight. The sun rays shining down on the Victorian church.

Moonlight. The full moon hanging over the cemetery like a painting in a gallery.

Art. The different colored spray paint covering the cement mausoleum.

Poetry. The unread words craved into the age old gravestones embedded in the Earth.

Love. The collision of the kiss between Geoff and the demon.

Hate. The glare in Geoff's eyes as the demon controlled his movements.

Fire. The candles burning around the pentagram and the eerie light they gave off.

Water. The thick liquid in the chalice Geoff was forced to drink.

Earth. The dark soil caked on Geoff's jeans from tripping throughout the cemetery.

Air. The cigarette smoke Geoff blew into the air before he was exposed to the demon.

Geoff was entirely confused, but not ungrateful. Just as Geoff was about to ask permission to print his photos, Awsten turned to him and whispered in his ear,

"You should know I won't let you fail an assignment, lover"

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