The Honest Island
1214 Words
"Right, we good to go?" Mayhem stood on the porch with his outstretched wings. Blessed nodded and followed his actions.
"When I wake up that little cretin he is SO gonna get it!" The demon muttered. Blake stood inside the hall, watching with lonesomeness in his eyes. "I really can't come?"
"No," Light answered from Blake's shoulder "We've probably worried your family."
"How?"
"Well they certainly must've noticed your missing by now. We need to be here for when they get back. C'mon, let's clean up and try find Tobias."
"But it's not fair!" Blake snapped. The seniors faced the child, stunned at his outburst. He stomped his foot and carried on "I got him kidn*pped, right? I should be the one to help find him again!"
"No." Blessed said flatly. Before Blake could get another word in the two beings launched into the sky, slowly ascending into the night air. Blake felt helpless and angry, but most of all, curious.
"C'mon, Blake, let's shut the door." Light urged him. He ignored her directions yet again and without question or any logical thought, he ran outside and grabbed Mayhem's tail.
He heard Mayhem shout some curse words at him, followed by shaking his tail in attempts of getting Blake to let go.
"What were you thinking?!" Light said on his shoulder, barley gripping onto his vampire cape.
"I wanna see Flare wake up!" Blake yelled back at her
"This is the exact opposite of what I asked you to do!"
"Let go!" Mayhem kicked the boy's face now, forcing him to drop. He ripped through the air, his head meters from the ground when Blessed caught him.
"We're too far from the house to send him back," she explained "Did you shut the front door after you?"
"No." Blake admitted
"Good. Best case scenario your family gets back, sees the door wide open, the house a mess and with you gone, they'll think it was a robbery or kidnapping."
"Or both." Mayhem suggested
"How are either of those BEST CASE SCENARIOS?" Light asked, but got no response as Blake was sat atop Blessed's back and flown above the clouds. He looked back to his small neighborhood one last time as it disappeared from sight. He now looked ahead, towards the starry night air and a new adventure. And boy was he ready.
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"I'm BORED!" Blake whined on the angel's back hours later "Can I go home now?"
"I told you to count the stars." Light said, seemingly drifting off as she used Blake's cape as a blanket
"I did, I counted all of them and they went away!"
The toddler wasn't wrong, as time slipped by the stars all just went away, even the clouds beneath them dissolved, leaving the four out in a barren sky, with nothing but the ocean below them for a view.
"Let's play I spy!" the toddler suggested cheerily. Light gave a thumbs up for recognition while the seniors ignored him.
"Mayhem, you go first! You have to say, 'I spy with my little eye,' then point to something you see. Then, the rest of us have to guess what your little eye is spying."
"I'd rather gauge out my little eye than use them to spy with you." Mayhem said indignantly.
"That's no fun. Blessed, you go!"
The senior angel let out a sigh before contributing "I spy with my little eye, the ocean."
"No!" Blake yelped "You're supposed to give HINTS to what you see, you don't just say it!"
"Oh." Blessed began again "I spy with my little eye, something below us."
"The ocean?" Blake guessed
"You have excellent observation skills, Blake."
"YES! Okay my turn! I spy with my little eye, something normally blue."
"...The ocean?" Light guessed this time.
"You got it! Your turn!"
"I spy with my little eye, something big."
"The ocean!"
"Nice one Blake!"
"I spy with my little eye, something wet like water."
"The ocean?"
"Way to go, Light!"
"My turn!" Mayhem butted in "I spy with my little eye, something I'm going to drown myself in."
Light's mouth stayed shut. Blake put a finger to his chin and looked around skeptically, like this was a tricky one for him.
"The ocean?" Blessed deduced.
"How did you guess?!" Mayhem pretended to sound amazed by the winged angel. He tucked in his wings, prepared to actually go through with it until Blessed pointed at a small patch of land far away.
"There it is," She said "The honest island."
"OH FINALLY!" Mayhem swooped ahead of the group, eager to get away from the tedious game.
"Your turn Blessed." Blake said
"Game's over child, we're here." She let him off her back gently. The kid pouted "It was just getting fun, too."
The island was simple. Sand and a shoreline, a stone path leading to the middle of the island. Trees growing around the outward and middle center. Blake played 'step on a c***k, break your momma's back' with Mayhem. The demon lost horrifically, claiming he'd "break momma's back himself" if he had a momma.
At the heart of the island was a stone temple with half finished walls built all around it. There a was golden dust trail that sprinkled all the way to the top of a hill. There, there was some sort of mythical pod in which the omen rested in.
Blake was more distracted by the temple itself. All around the stone walls and even in the temple were small people. Shoulder sized demons and angels like Light frozen in some sort of terrified pose.
He crouched down to one angel. Light hopped off his shoulder for a closer look. This one angel wore a simple white jumpsuit of silk, but it looked almost grey and unwashed. His feet and toes were caked in dust, the way maybe a lamp would gather dust on a cabinet table over a few days. Light stared straight into his eyes and waved slowly to see if they'd follow. Miraculously, they did, they followed her hand before looking right at her face. Although he hadn't said a word, Light could see from the single tear streaking down his face he was shrieking, and begging for help.
"Blessed, what happened here?" Light called on her senior for an explanation.
"This bad omen must've been k********g demons and angles for eons..." She said "I guess your demon Flare is the newest edition among them."
"But why?" Blake asked
All Blessed could do was shrug her shoulders "Probably some messed up hobby of his. Showing horrific futures for shoulder demons and angels so they're petrified and prisoned here."
Blake rattled his brain for the omen name the seniors mentioned back at the house. "You said the omen- Jinx - had more abilities than your average omen."
"Yep. But like any omen his powers - his very being can be transported to a new host, regardless of type. Angel, demon, human. It wouldn't matter."
"Luckily for me-" a chilling voice overtook the whole island. A dark cloud covered it, and in the midst of the fog they could all see a swirling face with unmistakable neon green eyes.
"My powers being lost to a human won't happen...if all the humans on this island are dead."
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