Ethereal Paradigm 6 Purification by Fire

-Maya Angelou

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"Summone spiritus dea. I command thee, sealed spirit of flame to descend from the heavens upon my rite and to consume what is laid fore. Ignitress!"

From the heavens, there appeared a giant rift that seemed unearthly, as if it was a gate that connects two discrepant realms of which one belonged to the deities themselves. And there, descended a crimson humanoid image with wings like of a phoenix that stretched all over the clear sky. In her not-so-clear and comprehensible chant just a moment ago, she called that, the spirit of flame, Ignitress.

I was stunned for quite a while amidst the scenery that the Goddess herself created out of her own words. It was such, if I were to define, a suite display of what a God who is at least inferior to the highest excellency is really capable of doing, and a cascaded showcasing of elegance and beauty.

The humanoid spirit then pointed its hand toward the mansion . Then out of it, there came forth crimson-colored fire that took the shape of a gargantuan avian. It then flapped its wings mightily downwards toward what was in front of us, the mansion.

In its glorious light that are appearing brighter as it gets closer, I covered my eyes using my arms and then, the moment I took it off, I saw fire engulfing all around us and great smoke arising as if it was a glimpse of hell. The flame were too strong and instead of merely just burning the whole place down, it could have easily killed me, if it was not of Lacrimosa's provision protecting me in that time.

I saw bodies being born, incinerated to dust. Bodies of my beloved ones that gave me much to remember that made them much harder to forget along with the slowly weakening fire that is obliterating them to ash with not a single remains of life's benisons. Amidst the flaming environment, the goddess slowly handed me something...
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"Here, I saw it in your mother's hand so I picked it up." As I was watching the mansion's shape slowly turning void due to the fire, the goddess suddenly said, while handing to me a piece of crippled paper.

"What is this?" I asked.

"See for yourself, I value your right to privacy." she answered with this honest look that I found to be somewhat satirical.

I assumed that it was probably just one of those cheque containing large sums of money that had been the root cause of all evil tonight. Yet in all curiosity , I uncovered a part of it and to my surprise it was not just any kind of paper. It was a letter of which the first line reads "Dearest Jaiden".

From that single sudden glimpse alone, I knew the the handwriting made it seem that it was from my mom and that, it looked like it was made hastily. I decided to put that paper as it was, and placed it in my pocket.

The fire then started to quench little by little. The moment all had gone out, the place was wiped off clean like it was purified by fire. There was no marks of dead bodies and all was turned to ash without falters. As I was staring on the ruins laid in front, the Goddess suddenly said...

"Your request had been fulfilled... and also someone is coming"

"Who?"

"Oh there is no need to worry. You already know her. She will now stand as the guardian in your new paradigm in living. Heed her Jaiden as she is the remaining relative you have"

Guessing from how she expressed it in words,I thought that she was to let some stranger be my foster parent, and yet the last line boggled me as she stated that the person would be the last of my relatives. Yet I could not think of such a person. Tired, I decided to not give it too much thought. I will trust the words of this Goddess no matter how obsolete the situation will become as she was the first to lend a hand in the most dire situation I just came across.

The goddesss then lifted her countenance and flew high up on the air, towards the spirit she summoned and called "Igniteress". While she was closing the portal-like rift she said...

"Jaiden, in this world you will have tribulations, same of those who believes in the most high. People will have trouble believing your words and will call you mad and many will even consider you an outcast. I will be watching you thoroughly Jaiden. The monochrome in my art's canvas."

I did not understand half of what she said, but whatever. Exhausted and tired, my body felt weak and my feet became numb and my vision slowly blurred away. Last thing I remembered seeing, is the moon shining in its glory that reminded me of how my fate is preordained to be.

One that does not know how to feel...

One that is set on the monochromatic angle...

Without a spark of color.

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A week passed...

I started to gain my consciousness again. To my awakening, I was in a hospital with an old lady sleeping on a chair besides me, and on the window, Lacrimosa was standing graciously watching the view. The panorama that time, made it seem that she was a hundred times more pulchritudinous than that moonlit and heinous night. She then noticed me and said with a very calm facade...

"Oh so you are wake"

"So it's really not a dream....What are you doing here. Get out of here before someone sees you". I probably thought that anyone who will see her will assuredly think that she was a weird cosplaying otaku.

"Huh? Have you perhaps forgotten that I cant be seen by normal individuals?"

"What are you saying? That I am abnormal?"

"I leave that to your own cognition:" she replied with a face about to burst in laughter.

"Oh whatever. So who is this old hag beside me?" I asked as I was frantically in an edge to know who and why she was there"

"You'll soon find out"

"Is she, who you pointed your finger into, to be the last of my relati--?"

As I was still talking, the old lady rose from her sleep and was surprised that I was up. She put her fragile arms around me and said...

"Oh Jaiden how are you? Thanks to the almighty. I saw great smoke and fire arise from the house and so, I rushed into aid, yet to my surprise you're the only one that is there . Whe- where are your parents gone?"

Yet, a look of blatant confusion was predominant in my demeanor as I have no idea of who she was at the slightest sense.

"Do you have any recollection of who I am?." the elderly asked with teary eyes."

"I am sorry, but I can't seem to remember" I answered.

"Oh. It's ok. I expected it to be this way, since you were so little when I left that household. So your father did not even talk a bit about me to you." She then took some time to wipe of the tears that are about to gush forth.

"Are you perhaps acquainted with my family?" I wondered, as she said that she left my household long ago. I presage that she might be one of our workers or is a legit business partner.

"Please allow me to do the introduction. I am Silvia...Silvia Cendrillon. The mother of your father. " She answered, bowing her head in respect to the ancient custom of those who consider themselves as a part of a nobility.

"So that makes you my grandmother?"

"Yes, at any rate."she responded.

So this was the lady, Lacrimosa was talking about. I glimpsed at the goddess who was busy observing us from the distance . So she really can't be seen by others huh. I thought.

"What's wrong? Is something over there?"

"Oh it's nothing. By the way gran- . Oh of how may I address you?"

" You can call me Gramma. Or whatever name you find easy to pronounce "

"So I'll call you that then Gramma. "

"It has been a long time now Jaiden. I completely remembered that I left the family when you were only four years of age. It is unfortunate however that our first meeting in decades is like this. "

"So why did you left?" Curiously, I asked without having second thoughts of how it might affect her. There was utter silence I the room for about minute.

"Wherever there is money. There is evil Jaiden. " she answered while her facade was turning to something that is rather melancholic .

Well I can't argue with that. As if it had not been for money, my brother would not have committed such a heinous crime from the get-go. Then while we were in a middle of our conversation, a suite of men came bulging out of the door. One was a doctor and the other three seemed to be police officers.

"Excuse us lady Silvia. We have something to discuss with the lad. "

"Ah right, give me a second. I am sorry to cut off our reunion in this kind of extent but first I must ask you this... After this Jaiden, would you care to live with me? After all your parents' and your acquaintances' whereabouts remain unknown after a week of intensive search. The place may not be as big as your previous one but hey, I'll offer you quality life"

So I was sleeping here for a week already? And what unknown whereabouts are they talking about? Did they actually think that they are alive? Then a voice suddenly came into my head in some sort of psyche and answered "Glad you found out". That voice however, I recognized as Lacrimosa's who was standing by the window with a sarcastic smile.

"Ehemm. Thank you for the offer Gramma. I will without a doubt accept your kindness."

"Well then. I sure am glad to hear that "

Having said that , the elderly then turned away and opened the door.

"I'll be waiting outside"

"Yes ma'am " the three intrusive men answered.

As the person who claimed to be my grandma took her leave, the doctor then begun examining me and my status quo while the three police officers started bombarding me with unfathomable questions as to what happened that night. I decided to state nothing but the truth and the truth alone, as lying would likely improve nothing.

Yet they did not believe to anything that I said. Worst is that the doctor even diagnosed me to have "Dementia" as my mental state was deteriorating from their perspectives. My entire household was then deemed "Missing" as they neglected the truth that I spouted, saying that they were killed by the same person. After all, the fire from the summon of Lacrimosa was so potent that it did not even leave a minuscule trail of blood that could have served as a blatant evidence.

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Years came and go from that moment on. Each day passed by quickly with every bit of natural insignificance . As for the rest of my childhood and middle school years, I preferred to utilize it at my own pace, distancing myself from anyone who dares to penetrate the social walls that I built. I wanted to be alone, as it was befitting for someone like me who have lost a part that makes a human, a "mere human". I am, at any means apart of the flock. I have lost the ability to feel those emotions...Emotions that are proven integral for one to continue its survival. Well, it's not like I wanted them anyway. True. I do not deserve the right to feel such trivial heart-felts and yet neither did I want them. If they subsist only to drag me down, it's better to let go. I can move forward without them and heck, this would be the first in history that someone will tread his foot into the colorful paths of the world, feeling monochromatic inside.

I am now in the verge of legal age. I lived with my grandma who took care of me as if I was of her own, and is actually the same person who owned the hospital where I woke up from. Although she began to worry on my "emotionless" facade that I showed from time to time, as I was having difficulties from smiling alone. The old lady then took car of the businesses and corporations my father left upon his death, but this time, no profit are to be earned as she will give everything that it earns to the masses as a sort of public service. Nothing really changed that much and the clock-like symbol on my hand stayed the same as it was that night, explicitly saying that Nothing in my story had improved or retrograded. Nothing really was new from that point on, except that I have a goddess as a friend (Albeit, I don't know if she really consider me as one , but fair enough) and Dementia as an excuse to skip school for at least twice a week.

Oh and after tomorrow, another disparaging and boring academic year is about to commence with nothing on it but unessential lessons you can palpably live without. Yet sad to say, we are hell-bent to do it, as it is a mad world we currently live in, and to walk around in endless and ubiquitous circles is the "best" thing to do,because in any endeavor to alter a sacrosanct or a paradigm would be against the norms, and you'll pay a hell of consequences, from this judgmental and overseeing society, full of minds set to serving mediocrity.

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