Jane's POV
Sometimes when we least expect it, with years spent in absence of truth what can truly make you sustain, is a lie.
Rafael's hands slipped under my pants. My body had already turned cold. The truth impaled me more than this foreign touch.
But then what was this to me? Maybe Rafael was lying. What if all of this was a lie? And why won't he?
The fabric was tugged down at my knees, as he looked me in the eye.
"This couldn't be true," I tell him.
"Not all my demons could be the same. John. Was Camille's boyfriend. He was an asshole. But we never...."
"Why does you sister hate you then?" He asks, and I feel the jab didding deeper.
"Please tell me, that you are lying.
My whole life I have been told that it was my fault that bad things kept happening around me.
And now, you are telling me that whatever happened has nothing to do with me?
How could I not even be a main character in my own story?"
I always thought that whatever things that happened, good or bad. They were all consequences of my own actions. The whole time, my misfortune was a result of other people's misgivings had stolen something from me.
There was a lot of thing that one can do to wrong themselves. But then nothing that I did brought all this upon me. Then why did I bear the weight of this burden the whole time...
Did mother leave me because I was broken, or because I was far beyond repair?
I guess I would never know.
"Did I really kill people?" I asked, and Rafael tucked a lock under my ear.
"You were under the influence of drugs. They wanted to do things to you. It triggered something within you. You attacked them," he tells me.
"Why would you tell me all these things? You could be a liar...." It was hurting on the inside and I wanted him to tell me it was all a lie.
He flicks away a tear drop.
"I have no reason to lie to you anymore. You are worn down.
And I will kill you soon. Lying to you serves me no purpose. You have no fight within you. This is why you are so receptive to my touch," he says.
"Lies. All you speak is lies," I cried bitterly.
"Th- Professor Hank was Theodore Canton the whole time?" I sobbed, and he nodded.
"But it was supposed to be a story. This was all supposed to be fiction. And when did the line between fact and fiction blur?"
His eyes softened.
"You should let me go. Let me live. I- I can forget everything about this. You can take whoever's soul you want. Take mine if it pleases you but please tell me this is all a lie," I didn't want a life like this either. But it was the only thing I left.
"Fascinating," he sighed.
"It always amazes me how humans cling onto what little of pathetic life they have.
You think all greatness lies in life. Maybe because it allows you the freedom of action. But it's all illusionary. You are always controlled.
In inaction, lies a greater sense of freedom. When a man refuses to be moved, he is at the pinnacle of his will," he caresses my head.
"You have no reason to cling onto this life, Jane," he tells me, kissing my forehead.
"I- I don't. But that's all I have left of me. My body is possessed by another soul. Depraved by men before. My career aspirations were a well planned conspiracy.
This life is the only thing left of me. I can make it mine with whatever's left of it.
I... I shouldn't die," my voice was breaking as I pleaded.
"Maybe, I was wrong about you. You do have that foolish sense of bravery. Perhaps Vanya saw it in you too.
I will pierce her soul away from your body. It shall hurt, but you will die soon after.
I will see to it, that I carry your own soul to the Realm of Souls peacefully," he brushed gently against my cheek.
"How cruel you are! Do you not see it? Not long before you spoke so much about being kind.
Your sense of kindness is the epitome of cruelty for all I know.
With my whole life spent to harbour such cruel misgivings, only for you to snatch it away when I know the truth of myself?
What would I not do to look my mother in the eye and tell her I was wronged. It wasn't my fault," my fists balled on my sides.
"You expect too much from me. I am not the Greater One. I am an Incubus. My work is to lure people in passionately, and steal from them.
I have gifted you with the truth, and promised you a sweet death. Does it not suffice? Must you always be greedy?" He looks at me with disappointment.
"I don't want your gifts. I didn't chose to be weak. I didn't ask for it. You'd think it's all written in the destiny but it isn't.
What choice we have over fates? All but none. But I won't let you take away my chance at fighting it. If I must die, it would be on my own terms," I said, my voice shaking.
"Shh," he pressed a finger over my lips, and pulled me in.
"I am not letting some words sway me away. It's my duty to fulfill my promise," he holds me close.
"Now close your eyes... And dream of something sweet," he whispers in my ear.
I do not follow through. All of a sudden, a light blinds my vision. It fills in the room. I feel something powerful escape my body. It cluttered like a butterfly and then.... There was darkness.
My body ached. My arms hurt. And my legs felt sore. When I opened my eyes, Rafael was still holding me.
"What I feared has happened. Vanya escaped your soul on her own," he tells me, as his eyes gleamed into a shade of Golden.
"Oh Jane, what have you done. If I knew you'd be so resilient when you are close to death, I won't have ever told you.
Your will grew too stronger for her to stay here. There's no way we can find her now," he tells me.
"Are you going to kill me now?" I ask, and he shakes his head.
"No. You have proven me wrong, Jane. Maybe you know something about life that I don't.
With your resilience, I cannot kill you. But there's no telling if the other's won't," he tells me.
"There's more ways to kill a human. And they have a good enough reason to kill you now," his voice drops.
"Get dressed up and leave," he tells me.
"My job was to kill Vanya. She no longer embodies in here," he grazes my shoulder.
He gets up, moving away as I sit in the bed, with my tear stained face.