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Just as I remembered.

Submitted by FALLEN at 2012-04-18 16:32:32 EDT
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“I’m an idiot.”
He turned back towards me after seeing what it was I was pointing at.
“The candle colors, the lotus incense, all of that. I was so interested in you, I missed what you were actually doing.”

He spun on his heels, and with an overly dramatic flourish, welcomed the visitor. I wasn’t sure if he was being sincere or if there was contempt in his tone.

“Greetings, my lady. Always a pleasure to see you.”

Her response was just as hard to read. Was she happy to see him, or was their relationship adversarial? I met her only once, years ago.
It was brief and silent.
Her voice was surprisingly soothing, almost seductive.

“Light bringer, are you finished here? We have things to discuss.”

He looked to her then to me and back again as he responded.
“He’s dead?”
“Are you dead?”
“He’s not dead.”

“I have a rather full schedule this afternoon, so if you don’t mind...”
As she motioned to the door, the bleach white of her skeletal hand could be seen.

Lucifer grabbed his gloves from the table. His face was that of someone not used to being dismissed.
“You, you just get more and more intriguing by the minute. I’m going to enjoy seeing how this all pans out.”
He turned back to her, nodded his head, and then vanished.

She stared at me as I struggled to pull myself from the floor and drop into the chair. I offered her a seat, which she accepted. When she arrived her form was ominous, a blur of black cloak and shadow. Perhaps it was from my vantage point on the floor, but she looked to be well over six, possibly seven feet tall, as she spoke with the devil. As she sat across from me, she appeared to be of normal stature for a woman, almost delicate and petite. Her hands of bone reached up toward her cloak and as it was pulled back they changed to skin.
She shook her hair as the cowl was removed; it was a bit past shoulder length and jet black. Her skin was perfectly smooth, a creamy pink with the slightest blush on her cheeks. Her lips were full and red, the kind of lips you longed to hear whisper your name. But her eyes were the most striking. Black, yet somehow they showed warmth, compassion. A stark contrast to the last set of eyes to look upon me today.
She was mesmerizingly beautiful. I could see how men had spent their lives in pursuit of her, but for all her charms, they had little effect on me.

“You look terrible, does it hurt much?”
“I’ve been better, but I’ll live.”

“I know” she giggled at her own joke.
“He can be a bit abrasive in his tactics. Here, let me help you.”

She slipped her smooth hand into mine and immediately my body was flooded with warmth. I could no longer taste the blood in my mouth and there was not a trace of pain anywhere. I was not surprised by her healing me. Despite what most people think, Death is not some monster come to snatch you away in the night. She is compassion, the end of suffering in all its forms.

“Better?”

“Much, thank you.”
I poured her a glass of the wine; she too was surprised by what it was. Perhaps I underestimated just how rare it was to get.
“I know you have a lot to do so I won’t waste any of your time. A few years back you did me a favor.”

“With your father, right?”

“Yes, thank you again, by the way. Since you did that for me, I feel I owed you to tell you in advance. If nothing else than to save you the trip, when my time comes I will not go with you.”

“You know it’s not up to me when your time comes. I simply come to take you when it is.”

“I know, but we both know I don’t have to go when you do.”

She took another sip of the wine.
“Then you also know that you will be a spirit. Simply choosing not to go with me doesn’t make you immortal. Your body ages, you can be hurt, or get sick, why would you choose to remain behind?”

My eyes fell to the floor “I need to finish something that I started; I can’t rest until I do. I can’t.”

She looked at me. She looked deep into my soul and saw the pain in my heart, the regret, the sadness. She could see for herself the things that I could never put into words, the depth of my hurt and my resolve to fix it. She understood and cradled the side of my face in her hand.
“You’re not the first man to go down this path. Not the first to refuse my visit. The road you are choosing is full of uncertainty, there are no guarantees.”

“I lost her before I ever had her. I didn’t ruin something; I failed before I even attempted to make it work. Trust me, I know I have no idea what’s ahead of me, but I will never be at rest unless I try. I won’t leave this world without kissing her just once.”
“Then I guess you’ve made up your mind, haven’t you.”
She stood up and gently kissed me on my forehead.

“Good luck, I hope you find what it is you’re looking for. I really do.”

“Thank you for understanding; I didn’t want you to take it personally. You know…me not going with you and all that.”

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll see you again…eventually.”

She smiled at me before pulling her hood over her head, and then vanished into the shadows.



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Submitted by grÜeMaster emeritus and uberlord supreme at 2012-04-27 19:00:32 EDT (#)
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Submitted by SilvrWolf at 2012-04-19 15:36:53 EDT (#)
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Read this twice and forgot to rate.
Nice work.

Submitted by orphelia at 2012-04-19 15:09:01 EDT (#)
Rating: 2

shocking this isn't rated more.

Submitted by Sage at 2012-04-19 11:58:12 EDT (#)
Rating: 2

This was nice :)

Submitted by RoadSong at 2012-04-18 17:04:18 EDT (#)
Rating: 2

“Light bringer, are you finished here? We have things to discuss.”


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