Of Heaven and Hell 5 (Unveiling)

Thank you me dear friends for your patients. I have been extremely busy lately, trying to train for a new position at my job, major car troubles, college problems, and etc lol. But my only complaint is that I am not spending time with the one I care for most. He has been very forgiving, more than he should be. He loves this story too. And he inspires me so in writing it. When I can’t sleep at night (like tonight) missing his arms around me, the words flow into my mind. This story is all played out into my mind. I just need the time and perfect words to type on paper. So, this is my shout out to him. You inspire me; our conversations guide me more than you will ever know. I miss your irresistible kisses, our cuddles, and your breath on my neck as we dream our way through this reality. Holding you tenderly, the feel and smell of your hair as I hold you tight near my chest. Feeling your heart race as the movie we watch turns frightening. (I still remember when the Tripod made that sound, you clutched my hand, and I wanted to surround you in my imaginary wings and protect you, chase away your fear.) You deserve more than me, dearest, and I am truly blessed to have you. Again, thanks friends, continue to leave suggestion, questions, or other remarks in comments…

The winds whisper through the trees, of the oncoming threat. The clouds over throw the rule of light. Then, silence falls, stillness consumes, warning the land for the chaos to follow. With the first strike, lightening breaks the calm, and the true nature of the storm awakens. 

The human life, I must say, is much like the storm. It begins with the whisper and shadow, then the calm, followed by the mayhem, and ending in such a magnificent, beautiful serenity. Each storm is unique, and individual, each with its own special voice, look, and feel. But each seen is just an everyday, average thing. Funny how something so extraordinary can be looked at as… ‘Common.’ I guess that’s why I like being around mortals; thunderstorms are my favorite of all weather. Flying in a storm relaxes me so. Feeling the airstream coil around me like the venomous snake it longs to be. The clouds churning and curling, ready to strike at anything that offends it. The lightning, ever ready to bite with a force rare have experienced and lived to tell. But to witness such power, live inside such a force, will send you through a high never reached before. 

I have only perceived one other influence equal to that power, and I was lying in his arms. At this moment, mortal or not, I was in total ecstasy. Here I was, curled up beside the only person who I can honestly say I cared for. He made me, truly, happy. How was I supposed to know, the absolute horror that was to come, that maybe not every dark cloud, has the silver lining… 

He felt so cold to the touch; it made even the liquid fire in my veins flush. I felt his lips brush against my face. I opened my eyes, his face was almost glowing, he smiled, and it warmed me. He bent down again and kissed me lightly on the lips. I brought my hand to stroke the back of his head.

That’s when I noticed it, and fear flooded my heart. I felt the pillow behind his head, and the one at our feet. I only own two feather down pillows, what the hell was I lying on! I jumped up, his expression changed to, not to anger, fear, or threatening, but to worry and concern. Yet another thing I noticed to, his face was glowing, but slowly fading. 

The full demon came forth in me, my scales halted the illusion of flesh. My talons extended to their full length, my wing unfurled and pressed against the walls. Small, slender horns bloomed from my brow and sprouted in a slight curve. Even my eyes glowed with the dark red glow of hell. I leaped from the bed and balanced myself on the corner post at the foot of the bed. I hissed, and bared my menacing fangs. There in front of me, in my very bed, lye an seraphim, warrior angel to the left hand of the Creator. Nothing places fear into a demon, or even devil, like the warriors of God. For the first time in my entire life, the fire following in my very body froze. My stomach began to ache, a pain I had not felt before.

What hurt most, was that I fell in love with him. And then I saw it, his face, the tears, the sorrow, the terror and worry in his voice. “What’s wrong, what did I do?” He leaned forward, towards me, but when he did, his wings stretched, not in an attacking manner, but enough to frighten me. I skipped back off the post and ran toward the window. I heard him once more right before I slammed through the opening. There was such sadness in his voice, but the terror flooded me too much to notice. I exposed my wings to there full length and soared through the dark night sky, flying away from my fears, away from his tears. But no matter how far I flew, I could not get his cries out of my mind. The grief and pain, I felt it course from him into my very core. 

I soared as far as the wind would take me. I did not care were it took me. I saw high above the city, the lights were dim at this altitude. But I had to get away; this was too much to handle right now. The one person I truly cared for turned out to be the very thing that could destroy me in a moment. 

Yes, I have dueled with very powerful counterparts before, most demons are soulless creators that live to only create chaos, and no matter how powerful, they can be defeated. But an angel, no demon can face an angel and live, none have. Only devils have faced angels and survived, and their price… an eternity locked in the abyss. 

I needed time to clear my head, and decide on what I needed to do. Surly I was marked to be obliterated? Should I run away? Should I go back to Hell and hide? What was I to do? I still had that pain in the pit of my abdomen, What had he done to me? Did he attack me, poison me, while I was asleep? Did he want to attack me from the beginning? Why did I not see his true self? 

Next thing I knew I was over the sea now, the mist dampened my face. The icy water felt wonderful on my unsheltered flesh. I almost forgot I was nude, but I didn’t care, my scales reflected back the night sky. I would not be seen. The waves laughed and tease, colliding and hugging each other. The wind whistled and cackled with the water. I dropped toward the surface of the water, gliding only a few feet from the glassy barrier. 

The waves began to settle and calm, and the wind whirl quickly and then died, and I felt the whisper, the tickle of the breeze, I knew what was coming. I hovered for a moment or two, waiting. Then I saw the first strike, and the flooding of power. The clouds churned and rumbled, the energy was spreading around like the very sea below me. I began to soar in circles through its rolled billows. I sensed the lightning’s focus on me, I felt the bite of electricity surging through my body, and anchoring through the water. The energy was so intense, it charged my entire whole. It was extreme, and the energy was so intense. It flowed through me, around me, in and out of me. It began to build like a ring surrounding me, and I released my hold upon it. It burst as like a super nova, stretching ****The waves leaped out of the sea and engulfed me, swallowing me, and released me from the icy lips. 

The mix if fire, water, and wind enveloping me in the pandemonium of the elemental intermingling still my soul into such elation. 

The storm slowly subsided, and the liquid fire in my flesh began to decelerate, and the crying returned. I heard his whimper over the surf, saw his tears through the darkness, and felt his pain through void. It was more than I could bare, and I began to weep. What had I done? If he wanted to hurt me in anyway, all he had to do was touch me and wish it done. He had that power, and yet, he held me, a thing that stood against all he was, he held me onto his breast… and kissed me. Yes, he is something that my kind fear. Yes, he could forever cast me in hell for eternity, or even send me into oblivion. But something about this did not give me that impression. Even though fear flooded my being, I had to confront him. I had to figure this out. I had to at least talk to him. 

I set foot on the balcony, and peered through my window. I saw him there, crying, his face hidden behind his knees, and around him, like a protective tent, where his wings. I noticed for the first time how much to radiated with light. How truly magnificent he was. I saw his muscles trembling in the light he cast. Silently, I sprang of the balcony ledge and crept through the widow way. Hard as I tried to be quiet, he heard my footsteps. Damn it, even my demons’ charms could not fool his celestial senses. He did not move, did not even appear to breathe. 

I felt his pain enter me, and tear flooded my eyes, sorrow engulfed my core and my liquid fire froze in my veins. I collapsed near the corner of the bed, my head resting on the edge. I could not hold back my tears, and they began to pour onto my sheets. “I am sorry, so sorry, I was just afraid. Please understand my Love. I am so sorry.” That was all I could say, over and over. He spoke not a word. I did not even feel the bed move to his breathing. I thought he hated me, and I began to sob more. 

When the last strand of hope in me vanished, believing I had just chased off the dearest thing that had ever entered my endless void of a world. I felt his hand gently touch my hair, and I felt feathers brush behind me. I was elevated of the floor and drawn to him. His fragile looking, yet unbelievably strong arms wrapped around me. The tears subsided, not all at once, and I felt his love again. The warmth that I could never experience but from him surrounded me and thawed but froze fire. His soft hand raised my face to look straight into his eyes. I saw him, smiling and he thumbed away my tears, the black fluid evaporated from his touch. I glanced at the sheets, were I and bowed and cried, a large black stain remained. “Why do you morn my Raven?” He said as I wiped his tear from his shining face. 

“I am so sorry. I was afraid..”
“Why?”
“Because, you…you are…”
“What I am has nothing to do with us, same as you.” He said, partly sounding annoyed, and partly joking.
“But, but you… my kind…”
“Listen!” This time he did sound annoyed. “What I am has nothing… nothing to do with us. I found you in that club, not from your breeding, but from your soul. If I was a hunter, there were plenty worse than you in the very street and alleys there. But I felt you… I felt you from miles above. An urge so strong I had to find out what it was the lured me so sternly.”

“I felt the same, but I,” I stopped. What could I say? I had no excuse for my actions. 
“Stop that.” He said smiling from ear to ear.
“What?”
“Stop thinking like that. It was bound to happen, just as it was bound to bring you back to me. We are now connected. My Raven, I Love You.” He spoke with such a power, the I had to kiss him. No one has ever said that to me. The words rang in my head, and I refused to let them fade into my memory. I rose my head up, peering through the ceiling.
“Thank you, great creator, thank you for your blessing.” I prayed, and buried my head back in my love’s chest.”