Serehn

It’d been quiet lately. I’d say too quiet, but I knew Devina wasn’t going to pull any shenanigans just yet. I’d pulled the plug twice on her attempt to regain her strength and even though we’d come to an agreement – one that I did NOT like, but, if I was going to keep her alive at least temporarily, was necessary. And WHY, you ask, do I have to keep her alive? Because the Creator says so and as a Deity-In-Training, I’m learning that He always has a reason. Part of that reason is generally free will. If people are going to CHOOSE to fuck up, then they have to accept the repercussions. Even if those repercussions are torturous and eternal.  But I’m also learning that all of us, angels, deities, and mortals alike, are given plenty of opportunities along the way to choose different paths so it’s not like the Fates condemn anyone from birth. Anyway, given the parameters of the souls I allowed her to take, Devina was going to be awhile before she was up to fighting weight and so far she’d been careful to play by the rules. SHE didn’t know I’d been told she had to live. She thought the only reason I hadn’t killed her the first time I’d confronted her was that I still had ‘feelings for her’. Even after taking the souls of CHILDREN, she thought she could still eventually manipulate me to her advantage. But I knew her all too damned well. She’d shown me her true face – the filth and ugliness of her body and essence – some 800 years ago before she stabbed me and left me to bleed out on a cold, damp cave floor. I would never fall for her bullshit again. So since outing her murder house to the human cops I’d been keeping tabs on her. She hadn’t been particularly hard to keep track of. Hiding her trail required energy she didn’t currently have to share and our agreement protected her as well as a lot of innocents. She continued to haunt dive bars and troll for lowlifes and I let her take them. If she saw me watching she generally threw me a smirk, as if to say “see what I’m doing and you won’t stop me.” It was highly irritating, which she knew, and generally enough to send me to the top of the bridge with a bottle of Lairds until daybreak so I’m not overly tempted to intervene and break the contract from my side.  It will be when she goes under again that I know she’s broken it. But I’ll find her when she does. And then I might ‘bend’ the Creator’s directive a little. He didn’t say I couldn’t HURT her. Just couldn’t kill her. So until then, I’m focusing on nudging the brothers in the right direction and being hands on with the race. I’d found I kind of liked the helping aspect of it. Nudging someone towards the right job or the right mate. Encouraging people to help one another. I even spent time being the imaginary friend of some of the young. The kids kill me with their combination of wisdom and innocence. And unfortunately, they usually feel the impact of their parents’ bad decisions so I do what I can to protect them without interfering in their elders’ choices. The doing nothing and letting the chips fall where they may was way harder for me. I didn’t like not being able to intervene when people were doing stupid shit or hurting someone else, but if I was patient I found that, like the human men paying the price for Devina’s seduction, males and females of the species eventually paid a price for their screw-ups and bad acts. Sometimes it took a while, but I was finding sooner or later, there was a balance. It’s like that physics law, “For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction.” I guess the Creator applied it to all aspects of His creation. Take for right now, for instance. I’m invisi watching a male get his ass kicked by a female he thought he was meeting to fuck. He’s screaming bloody murder, and, ironically, begging for his presumed female deity’s protection. Ironic because this particular male was one I’d been watching. His mate had shown up at Haver’s clinic more than once bleeding and covered in bruises. She usually had a terrified toddler in tow and that just pissed me off. I’d put them all on my watch list and more than once either diverted the male’s attention before he went too far or just plain put him to sleep. He was usually drunk so it just looked like he passed out. How he got involved with this Fury, I didn’t know, but I might have to find out. Between her brains and obvious training she was more than his equal but that might not always be so. And besides, I’d learned my lesson about females who played at soft and helpless. Usually they were as helpless as a piranha. But a female that can kick ass like she’s doing right now? Damn, son, that’s hotter than Hell. #TBC