Wine and CandlesSubmitted by FALLEN at 2012-03-29 13:00:45 EDT
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The books are woefully useless on the proper rituals for sort of thing I am attempting. I guess that most people would try their best to avoid a meeting of this nature but desperate times, desperate measures and all that. The thought of following any type of ritual is odd enough to me as it is.
Shit, have I really gotten used to these unorthodox meetings just happening on their own? This is just too important to leave to chance, so here I am lighting candles and all these other theatrics. Time is not on my side and this meeting has to happen tonight.
I light the candles, one black one white, that sit on each side of the room; covering the four compass directions. There’s something about crossroads as a nexus point or some such thing. Like I said, all the dog and pony show nonsense isn’t usually my thing. The lotus incense perfumes the air as I sit in the center of the room. My breathing slows as I clear my mind. Deeper into my relaxed state I begin to wonder exactly what happens next. There must be some sort of sign or indication that this is even working.
My question is answered in the most unexpected of ways; my doorbell rings.
Rising from the floor I make my way across the apartment as the bell chimes for a second time. I dread the possibility of it being some neighbor interrupting me now of all times and my agitation shows just a bit in my response.
“I’m here, let me just get the latch.”
I reach my hand to the handle as the knob suddenly turns and the door pushes open.
“Never mind, I have it” my visitor announces as he enters the room. He is an impeccably dressed man, blonde hair, maybe six two. Strikingly handsome to any who look at him. His features seem as if every angle and cleft was a deliberate carving into his pale almost alabaster skin. But his eyes revealed his true nature; they were black, darker than any cave, any night time. They were not only an absence of color, it was as if they drew the life out of what ever they looked upon.
As he made his way into the room the door closed behind him, and locked. His eyes never left mine and the way he moved reminded me of a lions pacing as it eyed up its prey. I matched his steps backwards to maintain distance; I have seen a lot of things in my time yet nothing like him. My fears became a realization as he began to speak.
“Well, well, well, so there you are after all this time. I’m sorry I haven’t taken the time to meet you before. Not what I expected to tell you the truth.”
With as much fake bravado as I could muster I replied “I expected you to be taller.”
A smirk formed as he sat on my sofa, brushing aside some unseen dust before he did. He removed his white gloves and motioned me to take a seat as if I had come to visit him instead of him being in my home. I politely shook my head as I declined.
“I’ve heard a lot about you, lots of buzz on the streets from my associates, lots of buzz. You actually struck your guardian angel? Outstanding!”
His laughter stopped abruptly as he continued. His eyes lost the darkness and became the most crystal blue you could imagine.
“After hearing about your incident in the park I told myself I had to come meet you. The old man came to you himself? Seriously? You should be much honored to have that happen he must hold you in the highest of regards. Even Moses just got a shrubbery flambé. You sir are special amongst all men.”
I asked him “Pride, one of the seven big ones? Did you make a bet or something that you could hook me into a sin in the first few minutes in the door?”
“Guilty as charged, not about the bet, there is none. But to answer your question, yes I was phoning that one in. But enough about me I came here to see you, what’s so special about you? You’re just a human; a human that can see what is normally unseen but human all the same.” His voice took on a sing-songy, mocking tone. “One of countless others that are there for others in their times of need, Awwwwww.”
He rose from the sofa and began to pace. His words became angrier as he continued into his rant.
“Just another of the little cogs in the machine of life, but so irritating. You know how many lost souls are brought back from the edge with just a kind word? It’s so annoying. There is work and efforts you people never see. Every tear has a story. It’s so much more complicated these days, angels and demons running here and there and now meat bags like you getting their fingers in everyone’s pies.”
His eyes met mine as they switched back to that abyss black. Suddenly he vanished from across the room and was next to me, his arm around my shoulder.
“I gotta tell you, I really hate you and your kind.”
His voice taking a much more sinister tone.
“I should tear you apart slowly, keeping you alive as each organ pops out.”
He made a comical POP sound with his mouth like the one in that Chordettes song from the 50’s.
I didn’t see the humor in it.
“….but you intrigue me for the moment so let’s see what you’re all about.”
With a wave of his hand I was lifted off the floor and pushed against the wall. Grey arms, cold as the grave, came from the walls and held me in place. He stood before me and his eyes flashed a bright red. He reached towards me and then back as if he now held an enormous unseen book on his outstretched hands. He began to read and with each pantomime gesture in the air of flipping a page, the sound of paper could be heard. Each turn of the invisible page felt as if my soul was being peeled back layer by layer. the pain was unbelievable.
“Hmm, boring childhood….death of father…boy meets girl…they fall in love. Ahhh here it comes, you reek with the stench of heartbreak by the way, I didn’t want to be the one to tell you. Anyway, boy loses girl…Love always ruins you lot you know that? It’s so vital to your human existence, so powerful, so real. Real as..as…well I forget exactly, yet it is the sharpest sword and it cuts you all so deep when it goes poorly.”
He continued flipping pages.
“Well, there’s nothing here that seems out of the ordinary. Wait, wait just one second here.”
He began flipping quickly back through the pages, each turn like another twist of a knife in me. I didn’t know how much longer I could take the pain. I could see him reading over something he must have missed the first time through. A smile devoid of any joy formed on his lips then he exploded with uncontrolled laughter. He could hardly complete his sentences.
“You have got to be kidding me…hahahahah…no seriously…hahahahaha….there’s no fucking way that happened like that. First you… and then…and all that time you were…you never stood a chance, you poor fuckerhahahahahaha. That’s just too unbelievably cruel, and I’M the evil one? Hahahaha..that’s fantastic.”
He composed himself and sat back down on my sofa.
“Ok first of all you are off limits starting right now.”
He snapped his fingers and the impossibly loud sound echoed in the room.
“None of my people will call on you. I’m not letting you make some sideways deal for a chance to get yourself out of your situation. Your misery is far too intoxicating to ruin and got to admit, I am more than a bit curious as to how all this will end.”
The hands on the wall vanished and I collapse in a heap on the floor. I cough and spat a small amount of blood as I struggle to sit against the wall. My head is swimming from the pain, but I do my best to listen to him.
“Still, interesting as this is..I do really despise your kind and whether you think it or not you must be of some importance to speak with the spirituals. Maybe I should just kill you. Muck up whatever plans He’s got lined up.”
He grimaced slightly as he looked around the room.
“Disappointed in you a bit, the candles, there’s no red and the lotus incense isn’t right either. It’s a good thing I stopped in on my own; your summoning skills are for shit.”
He picks up a stoneware bottle from the table and takes a deep whiff of the contents.
“Well this is unexpected, how did you come to get this?”
“I know a guy, who knows a guy.” My reply punctuated with more taste of iron in my mouth.
“Must be some guy. This is Chassut Red, Egyptian burial wine. You know this has to ferment at least one hundred years before it’s even ready to drink? I’m flattered you went through the trouble but this isn’t my cup of tea.”
My reply, more whisper than words, tried to force it’s way out of my mouth
“It’s not for you.”
“How’s that again? Speak up.”
“I said, it’s not for you..”
I fight the ache to raise my arm and point over his shoulder, to the shadowed figure in the black cloak standing in the corner of the room.
“It’s for her.”