Been thinking about Saviour Unknown lately... I wanna cry about our boy finding himself on the edge of breaking down entirely and deciding to just burn it all. Was getting rid of Rika his tipping point? Did he do it knowingly or was it a sporadic decision he made under all these overwhelming emotions clouding his mind? What did he feel when the deed was done and he was met with nothing but deafening silence? Was he horrified for a brief fleeting moment by what he's just done? Did he break down completely? Did he convince himself that he did what has to be done? Do the nightmares of blood covering his hands follow him whenever he manages to fall asleep?
The Savior did what had to be done.
He did what had to be done because if he didn't do it, there would be no salvation, paradise, or pleasure for those who were crawling in the filthy mud to find enlightenment. He wasn't a Savior born by the light and Grace of God. No, he was born out of necessity. He wasn't born to be a Savior but he became the Savior they needed in a moment of clarity and desperation.
Panicked breath, hasty hands, and animosity at the words uttered in betrayal lead him to the pulpit. No true Savior chosen by God would look at one of her followers, no, her most loyal follower who had been by her side since the moment she had saved him from the dirt would dare think the words she had said to him. Her emerald eyes looked at him as if he were the devil himself instead of a fallen soul meant to be saved by her grace.
She was no Savior.
She was the Devil.
His begotten name fell from her lips in malice. She hit him with the force of her arm and sent him onto his knees, looking down with the ring of God's brightest light haloing her face from the skylight as her true demon revealed itself to him in the shadows of the sun. He was nothing to this Devil.
He was a substitute for what she truly wanted.
The truth was written in her blood. The boy that she had once called her son wasn't her son at all. She had wanted to take in his brother to use for her goals and aspirations from the start. He was leftover and nothing more than that.
A true Savior wouldn't think about him in such contempt and misery if she wanted to save him. She would've meant it when she said that it was God that told her to save him. She wouldn't have been lying to him for years if she was everything she claimed to be. But, in all those ugly words she shouted down at him, he saw the truth between every lie.
She was a false prophet... a false Savior... and his blood boiled deep inside of him from a place that he couldn't even locate. The air felt so hot in his lungs that every second that passed was like hellfire inside his body. She wasn't the Savior and she wasn't Salvation. She was a liar just like those she had whispered had abandoned him to the dirt and dust to save themselves.
He couldn't believe in this false prophet any longer. He couldn't stand the sight of the devil looking into his soul. The anger that burned hot inside of his chest could no longer take listening to her words, orders, and desires for a second longer.
His mind went increasingly blank the more she shouted down at him and at some point.... in the midst of realizing the truth of her words to him, his angered, bruised, and trembling hand lifted from the dirt and grabbed ahold of her blonde curls with a vice grip.
No more Lies.
No more Devil.
No more False Savior.
Where did that leave him? Where did that leave Mint Eye? Where did that leave his goals and revenge? Where did that leave anything that the false Savior had caused in the first place? Unknown didn't know what came over him but he donned the robes that had been left and stormed the halls of Magenta with thick red trailing behind him in his wake.
Nobody questioned him. Nobody denied him. Nobody looked at him with the intent of stopping him from claiming the seat of Mint Eye's true Savior and Salvation. He had nothing more to care for in his life after he'd been manipulated time and time again by those whom he'd placed all his trust as an innocent child. So, what else was left for him in this life if he had nothing to count on?
Unknown might have had nothing to his name.. but the Savior had everything. If he became the Savior and Salvation of those that had clung to this place, he could truly have everything and anything he needed. All it took was a firm hand who wasn't afraid to destroy the outside world and with his bloody hands, he wasn't afraid to do the dirty work necessary to save lives.
In his anger, spite, and malice, he couldn't bring himself to care that he had destroyed or become the very person he hated most. All that mattered in his eyes was revenge and nothing was standing there in his way to keep him away from his desires.
Even if his fingers started to twitch or burn with sin, or every time he fell asleep and his nightmares were filled with thick memories that he could never remember all the details of... just the memory of screams and blood.
Why would that stop him?
His life was bathed in screams of mercy and blood that belonged to him or someone else.
A Savior saves lives in need without question, and he was a Savior that would save without looking over his shoulder in a cold sweat from any nightmares that kept haunting him. What did that matter, anyway? It wasn't any different from before his hands became the ones that belonged to the Bloody Savior without a name.
