Power is Corrupt

Chapter 1: Blackfield

Blackfield closed the book after finishing the puzzling story and pondered the idea about it… can the story be true? Of course there used to be another Goddess who ruled by Killestia’s side named Cresenta who caused a rebellion, but would she really be able to return? If so, then today would mark her return…. Blackfield downed the rest of her whiskey and let the bartender take the glass. She stood up, ready to leave the bar when she was stopped by two girls who seemed to have had a little too much to drink.

“Hey, you’re Blackfield right? We live next door to each other.” said the drunken woman.

Blackfield recognized the girl as Luci Fur, a bit of a Satanist really… Always came by her apartment asking for some spare candles, chalk, (probably for some kind of sacrifice to her “Satan”), but the two knew each other pretty well.

“Yeah, I remember you.” Blackfield said in a monotonous voice.

“Sweet!” she replied, “Do you think you can give us a ride? My friend and I aren’t exactly fit to drive at the moment.”

Blackfield looked at the other girl, Cherry Popper, and saw that the only reason she wasn’t falling over was that her just-barley-sober-enough friend was holding her up.

“Sure thing, but if she throws up in my car your cleaning it up.” Blackfield said glaring at Luci Fur

“I’ll make sure to keep her head out the window.” Luci giggled in response.

They walked out of the bar where Cherry Popper immediately regurgitated on the sidewalk. Better than in her car….. Blackfield unlocked her car for the two drunks and let them in. As promised, Luci Fur opened her friend’s window and let her head hang out. She started the car and drove to her apartment. When she finally got there, she took a good, long look at her home in Slaughterlot. It was a pretty dead-looking on the outside. Moss growing on the walls, broken windows where burglars had broken in and stolen a TV or two, more graffiti on the walls than china had rice, it didn’t look too sturdy. She and the two drunks walked in and found their rooms, waved bye to each other and entered their rooms.

In the apartment room, Blackfield was greeted by the smell of alcohol, red bull, and left-over dinner. She walked further into the living room and saw spike, her teenage dragon proxy, sleeping on the couch. Spike had an odd sense of style. The only think that wasn’t his choice was the spiked collar around his neck used to keep him in check. Other than that, he always wore jeans that were torn at the ankles, spiked wrist-bands, torn-up sneakers that his little dragon toes poked out of, and no shirt. Blackfield at least had the sense to dress nicely, though mainly she usually wore a large leather cloak that opened up in the front, showing a purple t-shirt with her symbol on it, black jeans and leather combat boots. She always kept her hair in a purple and black striped pattern, long and combed with a little hanging over her eyes.

She looked up at the TV and saw he was in the middle of a fight with Senator Armstrong in Metal Gear Rising. Spike liked to think of the song that played during that fight at his theme song. Blackfield grabbed the remote that controlled the collar around his neck and pressed the button. The electrical current shocked him awake and he stood yelling out.

“Alright, alright already! I’m up! Jeez…” Spike stood up and growled at Blackfield.

Being her damn proxy was really getting on his nerves. Then he suddenly remembered the message Killestia had sent for her while she was away.

Spiked leaned into the kitchen where Blackfield was pouring a glass of scotch and told her the message “Oh hey by the way, Killestia left you a message. Said she wanted to leave you in charge of the Great War celebration or some crap like that......”

Blackfield was stunned to learn that Killestia had directly contacted her. Normally she would simply receive a letter or she would be sent a guard to tell her something, but not this time. Now she was directly contacting Blackfield through the phone.

Blackfield dialed *69 and waited. Killestia picked up on the other end.

she heard her master's voice on the other side. “Hello?” said Killestia.

Blackfield swallowed her dry throat. “You wanted me?” Blackfield said into the phone

“Ah yes, Blackfield…. I wanted to let you know I would like you, personally, to check up on the preparations for this year Great War ceremony” Killestia said to the student, her eyes widening.

So it was true! Blackfield nearly exploded with excitement.

“Yes! Of course! You can count on me!” Blackfield nearly shouted, but remembered to keep her calm demeaner.

“That’s good. You’ll be leaving for Goresville tomorrow, start packing your bags.” Killestia said.

And with that Blackfield’s heart sank. Goresville?! That place was the highest ranking in criminal activity for all charges! If she went there then she wouldn’t exactly be coming back, let alone being heard from again!

“B-but I thought that the ceremony would be held in Slaughterlot!” Blackfield stuttered into the phone

She heard Killestia chuckle on the other side of the phone. “Yes, but there’s been a change of plans… I decided that this year, we’ll be holding the ceremony in Goresville.”

This wasn’t fair…. The ONE year Blackfield finally got to be in charge of the Great War celebration and it has to be in GORESVILLE! Course, what was she gonna do say no? Might as well stick her head in an alligator’s mouth and cover her in steak sauce.

“Yes mam… I’ll be there by tomorrow…” Blackfield said with dissapointment in her voice.

“I know you will.” And with that Killestia hung up.

Blackfield felt like she wanted to bomb an elementary school! What else to do but drink her problems away? Blackfield walked into the cellar and grabbed a bottle of vodka, took a drink and walked upstairs to pack. This was going to be a looong day….