#celestealis

‘  NOW DON’T YOU SMELL...―  ’     DELICIOUS.    gaze trail along the tender curve of her cheek, lowering further to the pulsating vein on her neck. curious. eyes lift, darting up towards the mysterious woman, the sour thumb of the crowd.    ‘  different.  ’   

fries???? like freeze????

“Hm.”

HIS STARE is piercing ( it was characteristic of a wise hunter; godhood did that to him ). He studies the man intently, hands folded in front of his lips, expectantly as though he’s awaiting some form of WORD that he figures is going to serve to test his PATIENCE.

“You are perhaps clever, but clever hunter is what I am–––and I can assure you I am equally tenacious.”

   She was learning. Slowly and carefully Akasha was gripping hold of this new world- her plans for it becoming firmer and clearer. But not so much that she could set them in motion. 

Chloe Decker did not go to church.

She had never gone to church, except on rare occasions. Weddings, baptisms. Her father’s FUNERAL. Yet here she was, insignificant under monoliths of stone and glass, the vision of a Devil seared into her memory.

Ever since the incident with Pierce she’d been haunted. In part by the betrayal--here was a man she’d thought she’d loved, and that same man had tried to murder her. But more pressing was the vision of Lucifer afterward, surrounded by carnage, his handsome face turned to charred flesh and burning eyes.

She was a woman of reason, so she’d convinced herself it was a stress-induced hallucination. But it was too real in her mind, too CHILLING--and night after night she was finding it harder to sleep. 

                                          So, where did someone go to escape the Devil?

She wasn’t sure exactly how long she’d been there. It was late, the pews were nearly empty--but among the scattered souls was one just within earshot. She angled herself in his direction, keeping her eyes down, asking a question that was less than rhetorical----