Angelic Delight

Chapter 2

“Chastity belt, a f*****g chastity belt Jessica” pacing back and forth in the living room trying my best not to erupt so that Jeska runs into the living room like a bat out of hell wanting to protect me from whatever has me this riled up. Jessica watches on knowing after all this time to never interrupt me while I am on a verbal diarrhea timeout. “Allowing me to dominate his sweet as f**k ass is something of a low point for him, but seriously HE suggested it to me all those years ago, AND IT f*****g WORKS” by now I am pulling my hair out a, don’t give a damn if Jeska breaks free but need to do something to curb my anger or is it hurt I am feeling?, all these years Simon and I have become closer than I think a brother and sister can be - without the s****l overstep of course - yet when we have finally come to a time where I am finally able to relax and accept that there is something in my life I am unable to control but have someone to help me control it, even if it is just once a year, he PULLS THE HELL OUT and threatens me with a damn chastity belt. I may not be a freaking virgin but I sure as hell don’t sleep around to warrant that s**t.

“Who holds the key?”

Turning on her with death in my eyes my blood running through my veins like a volcano is about to erupt and all she can ask is…..” are you f*****g kidding me right now? “ holding back my words while trying to form a sentence that won’t send her to hell for a thousand year. Swallowing a few times, closing my eyes, and keep some hard rock songs flowing through my mind, I take a deep breath the finally open my eyes to glare at her,

“THAT is what you have to ask me, I pour part of my heart out to you and you sit back as the Queen of Sheba, I guess you will be wondering if it has diamonds and rubies attached not to mention if the asshole will be covered or just my p***y hole” the look of disgust screaming from my face to hers isn’t missed, Jessica simply moves her ass from the edge of the sofa to the back then relaxes into the comfort surrounding her. She glares at me for a while, moves her arm to reach for something off the side table then presses a button to which music from one of my favorite bands comes on, watching me close my eyes, hang my head while I absorb the music and lyrics to the song. “See me ruined by my own creations” I mumble while my head beats to the music before I sing along with  lyrics again;

Dead Boy's alive but without sense

I need a near-death experience

Heart once bold

Now turned to stone

Perfection my messenger from hell

Wine turns to water

Campfires freeze, love letters burn

Romance is lost

Lord, let me be wrong in this pain

Temporary pain, eternal shame

To take part in this devil's chess game

Spit on me, let go, get rid of me

And try to survive your stupidity

Allowing the lyrics to seep into my soul and understand why she played this song for me, my body uncurls from the anger to take a drop onto the floor where I sit at her feet and look up at her like a lost child would look at a parent begging for forgiveness and help in understanding. “ I am sorry babe, not only am I hurt and confused but I feel as if I have lost Simon, my only family”

“Baby what is it Simon always says to you when you are afraid you are going to lose him?” her eyes beseech me to think hard and remember

“More like what does he sing to me, badly too but yea I know what you mean…. “

“Then tell me Catori, what does Simon always sing to you in moments like this when you are feeling vulnerable and think you are going to lose him?, sing it to me or speak but tell me I need to hear you say it with the meaning he always places behind the words so that you understand”

Closing my eyes trying to feel Simon with me as he used to be when he sings the lyrics from ‘Ghost Love Score’ my mind returns to the last time he kneeled before me holding my hands while looking into my eyes, I remember freaking out because I thought he was going to break the kind of relationship we have and propose marriage to me but instead just as every other time he sang the lyrics to me 

“My fall· will be· for you

My love· will be· in you

If you be· the one to cut· me

I will bleed forever”

No one will ever understand the meaning behind that phrase but the two of us, not even Jessica 

understands it but she knows it holds meaning to both of us. Looking back up at her I rest my head on her lap while she strokes my hair just like a mother does her child. “Have you considered he is scared himself, your relationship is going to change, people around you are going to change, honestly everything is going to change for you my Queen, however, we will always be in your life watching and guiding you” The sound of her breathing hitching should have sent a warning through my soul but honestly I was finally at peace while she soothed me, no understanding why I freaked out but then a thought came to me

“I know I have too much money to worry about my life in poverty again, but do you think I could sell the damn thing once he takes it off me that first time? “ the grin spreads across my face and we begin an evening of laughter and speculation before she takes her ass back to her own home

“Your relationship is going to change, people around you are going to change, honestly everything is going to change for you my Queen, however, we will always be in your life watching and guiding you”  these words are echoing around me while the blue eyes are flashing between blue, black and red with each repeated word floating around me. The scenery changes from my living room to a black whole lit only by the eyes changing like the traffic lights on the road. The smells around me change from the delicate scents of roses and lilies to sulpur and death. Rotten fruit is the first thought running through my mind and then that voice I haven’t heard for such a long time, chuckles of excitement and pleasure “ahhh little one, you found the key to my realm I see” a strange sensation runs over my body, a touch yet not. Pushing the question in my mind and sensation aside my eyes focus on the flashing eyes until they disappear but the whispering in my eyes remind me to focus on my heartbeat and everything will be as it should……..” everything is going to change for you my Queen”  I know it is Jessica’s voice I can hear but those are not her eyes, her eyes are brown with flecks of green. The rocky kills approach as her voice and eyes vanish, the stench of death and rotten fruit bombard my senses while a dark ghostly hand reaches from the rocky hills to wrap around my left wrist and pull me to the opening of a cave. “Welcome home little one” 

“Where am I?”

“Where you belong”

“That doesn’t answer my question”

“You are where you began, where you will rule, where you will end. Home,“

“If this is home, why am I ready to s**t my panties and run?”

He chuckles as those hand reach around my body to rest on my hips, drawing me closer to his body, a body I am unable to feel, for some reason his hands feel real to me yet the body which is not a body feels hard yet when my head is turned I am resting against the heated air that wraps around me. Fear should be rising from the pit of my stomach, yet while I can feel it settling in the pit of my stomach there seems to be a sense of rest, peace, and semblance. Confusion is taking over my brain but the lips brushing against my ear is distracting me from my thoughts and feelings, “soon you will be living where you belong...by my side little one” the slight touch of his lips leaving a kiss behind my ear while his fingers press deep into my hip bones, send a searing pain throughout my body leaving me screaming until there is nothing but blackness before my closed eyes.

“You owe me, oh great one” the anger and hatred in those words were not lost on me, my eyes wouldn’t open but that didn’t seem to matter. A bright light was glowing, no not glowing, radiating from a male specimen as I had never seen before. Standing before him was a dark figure standing as tall as a tree with roots firmly in place, the danger radiating from this male was as in your face as the glow radiating from the male in white - at least I think that is color, it is too hard to look in his direction to gain the exact color of his wardrobe- the tension in the room, however, is as readable as a Dr. Seuss book, yes I read them.

“Where in the heavens did you get that idea from Hêylêl”

“Elohim, f****d up with the last one”

“You think he owes you another?”

“f**k OFF Uriel, your too young for this conversation, go play with your siblings”

Tension in the room was off the chart, they were not speaking any language I have ever heard before yet I can understand every word spoken. The extremely bright room was not only full of darkness and lightness but a tension so strong I can’t see how anyone would be able to cut it with a blade, let alone a lightsaber. Just as the tension was at breaking point the warrior, yes this Uriel displayed himself as a warrior with his stance and vibe, another tall dark, and handsome male entered the room. OH HELL NO he is by no means a man, this is a f*****g GOD amongst all gods. The power radiating from him screams of no-nonsense as well as warning not to f**k with him. Placing him beside  Uriel but in front of the other guy, whose name I don’t think I translated correctly, he folds his arms across his body glaring at the dark guy across the table from him

“Mikhaʾel” the word was said with disdain

“Hêylêl” nothing, the tone was dead of emotions “Playing with the grown-ups I see” before Hêylêl can say a word white wings grow from this Mikha’el and I gasp in awe or was I scared, either way, it didn’t matter four sets of us fell upon me. Hêylêl showed me a wicked grin, Uriel and Mikha’el glared with hatred but the other male stepped forward offering me his hands offering me nothing but love and understanding. My name on his lips as if he is calling to his long-lost daughter.

“WHAT….THE….” gasping for air my hands fly to my chest for no reason I can think of yet I need to make sure I can feel my heartbeat against my chest. “Do not eat cheese before bed again Catori” mumbling to myself as I reach for the glass of water beside my bed. Shaking my head I try to remember the dream, but can’t all I can remember is the feeling of love, warmth, and hate then my name said on an ethereal tongue that made me feel like all is well in the world