I believe in God.

I had for all my life.

But I didn’t believe in the devil. If God is so infinitely good, and forgiving, how would be possible the existence of the devil? How can He would let a personification of total evil be existing?

Now I know the devil exists.

I have met him.

I made a deal with him.

His name is Charles Elias Walker.

You see, I have this new body, a gift of the Time Trust’s future technology for the work I did for him. It’s build from the Earth. When I was falling trough the planet, after the destruction of my body, my ghost form (or was it my soul?) did absorbed something. In these days of cold science, they would say I had absorbed what build Earth: minerals, metals, organic compounds. I prefer to say that I had absorbed the body of the Earth, Gaia herself, or at last a small, infinitesimal part of her.

Fact is, now my body is earth, fire, air and water. And when I turn into air, I am the same air you are breathing. You could actually breath myself, and expire me, after. You can’t track me when I am in air form. To do, you should operate in a vacuum environment, using air apparatuses to survive. Quite impractical.

So, you can see that the only way I could be kept in prison is in a sealed bottle. And the first moment you want to “use” me, to perform tests, or to send me into action, I would be free.

But the jail that keeps me imprisoned is stronger than the strongest steel cage: it’s my son, in the dirty hands of Walker.

My son.

When Walker talks about him, he pronounces the word, “son”, with a strange inflexion, like to imply that he is not really my son. Cloned from a sample of my blood, he thinks Eddie is not a true son of me.

He is more.

He is myself.

So, when I heard Walker, conceited and arrogant, talking of his team saying that they are not villain, but only people doing their job, sanctioned by the government and founded by the holy private capital, I smile. A sad, sad smile, a mask over my inner fury.

They keep an innocent baby, only seven months old, away from his only relative, from the only person that the law of this nation, the same nation they pretend of protecting, would rightfully assign to.

Away from his father.

No, they are not villains.

They are demons.

[ 02-24-2002: Message edited by: The Eurostar ]

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