An Angel Torn part 8

-“a deal?”- said Sorlozon intrigued by the offer. “What did you have in mind?”

            -“A trade. You think his ‘highness’ will agree to that? An angel for a human soul?”

            -“I don’t know. Let’s see shall we?” and in less than an instant they were in the heat and depths of Hades’ lair.  Before them a bridge that went from the entrance to the door of the very center of hell.  What was to happen next, neither Solange nor Icais were ready for it.  With the first step onto the bridge came the torture that would last what would seem to be a life time.

            The screaming in Icais’ mind commenced. The pain in in his head and burning of this chest were insufferable.  He felt his wins being ripped off from the root and the memory of the day that he almost lost Solange came to be a reality once again, but in his head, he didn’t make it in time.  He had los Solange.  The thought of it tortured him.  The idea of Solange’s soul being lost to the pits of hell became his worst nightmare.  He had to save her.  The memory was twisted. Something wasn’t right.  He knew he had saved her, he was almost sure that he had gotten there in time.  When his eyes were opened, he was leaning over the edge of the narrow bridge about to jump over to save a soul that was crying out to him.  Sorlozon was holding him by the wings while laughing hysterically at the screams of both he and Solange, who was down on her knees crying out helplessly!  Icais came to his senses and went to assist Solange in her desperation, once he reached her side, the pain began once again. This time, he was dying. He as now mortal and the fear that he was experimenting was one that surpassed anything he had felt before.  Knowing that it was the end of his existence he questioned himself, not knowing if the sacrifice of immortality was worth the love of a woman that was no longer at his side.  Desperate for water and food he as hungry, something he wasn’t familiar with.  Hungry for life; a complete and sustained life where all his new human needs were satisfied.  An unattainable necessity. He was left alone in a desert of confusion, pain and despair.  And at his side the woman he loved was facing her own demons.

            She fell on her knees the instant she stepped onto the bridge.  Memories of her dead husband came to mind.  The first arguments they had because of her condition.  The first time he arrived drunk and raped her. The worst part was when their son walked in and witnessed the whole thing.  How Jason grew up a difficult teenager after his father drank himself to death.  With each memory she felt pain and craved the ending of her life.  The image of the day that Jason left the care of her home and confessed his hate towards her.  Those words pierced her heart like the knife that she had used earlier to bring her own death, leading to the pain that she was feeling now. The flames of her most intimate fears and regrets consumed her soul repeatedly. She could feel her end, she longed for it.  She wanted to die again, except that she already was dead.  She knew that what she was feeling now was going to last eternity.  There was no consolation to be found except that her angel was kneeling right next to her, ending the suffering at her side. 

            Sorlozon kicked them both, causing them to step out of their mental torture chambers for mere minutes.

            -“Get up, whore! Your new ‘lover’ waits!” Sorlozon said as he lifted her off the ground. “You too! There’s much to be done and as much as I’m pleased by your suffering there are other things that need to be undone.”

            Icais was puzzled by those words, now knowing of the prophecy:

“For the angel will rise and will bring war upon He who is just and the exiled, bringing the end to the reign of darkness upon mankind”

            Minutes later, the found themselves in the presence of Luke, better known as Lucifer. Sorlozon paid reverence to his highness while Solange and Icais were force down to their knees by the burning gaze of Luke.

            -“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” he voiced, “Il’ Icais and his whore! Get her ready in my chambers.”

            Icais had to strain himself from getting up and making things turn against his favor.  Solange was taken away and the angel was left alone with Luke to talk. 

            -“Sorlozon tells me you have in mind a deal for the soul of Solange.”

            -“Yes…” replied Icais.

            -“What did you have in mind? Surely condemning yourself to the pits of hell isn’t enough.  That’s the payment for helping her cheat death! So give me something more and make it worth my while.”

            -“I’ll serve you! Instead of just ceasing to exist I’ll dedicate the rest of my eternal existence doing your will” he said, “I’ll hung the lost, I’ll torture the souls, I’ll kill if it means saving her!”

            -“Done!” he replied. “You will serve me and she will be saved, hell, I’ll even talk to the Big guy to see if he lets her enter the heavens directly.”

            In his head, Icais thought that it was too easy.  What he didn’t know was that his service is exactly what Luke wanted from him.  Solange was set free and was back in the chamber within the hour but there was something different in her eyes.  She seemed lost.  Her gaze was empty, when she looked at Icais and he went to reach after her, she jerked back, frightened by what she was seeing.  He saw his reflection through her glassy eyes and noticed what was happening.  In mere seconds, he was yelling from the ardent agony developing in his chest.  His name was being burned off from his ribcage while Luke declared the prophecy to his favor.

            -“You lose your angel name once and for all:

‘And the demon will rise and bring war between he who is just and the exiled bringing the end to the reign of the light upon mankind.” He professed as Il’ Icais was turned into a fiend. “Just Icais! The name your whore used to call you by! You will serve me and I will be your king!”

            Solange was saved but gone without even a memory of her now condemned angel and Icais was left bound in chains.

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Love always,

   Your Lonely Angel

An Angel Torn part 7

Back in the heavens, Icais felt sorry for having left Solange alone, but couldn’t find a way to go back and face her. Instead he fled to his corridors and ignored his charge and his heart. For the first time in his existence he felt tears run down his face, his heart was beating awfully and the pain emerging from it was even worse. Little did he know that it was the last time he would see Solange with life.

She was alone, sad and without consolation. She knew, deep down, that because of what had happened she wouldn’t be able to see her angel in a long time. She wasn’t wrong; he would most definitely take some time off to redeem himself. But she couldn’t live without him any longer. It was time to act. She was going to try and reach him in the heavens one last time.

 She went to the bathroom and got the tub ready with some warm water; went back to her room and did her makeup. She took off her clothes and looked in the mirror and after feeling satisfied with the way she looked, she walked to the room that used to belong to her son. She knew that he had left without taking many things, including a mid-sized folding knife with a red and black handle. The blade was a metallic black in which she could see her dark reflection.

With knife in hand she was heading back to the bathroom but in her head…. She was in a completely different place.  She was transported into a dark room, alone and scared.  She looked to the end of the room and saw Icais from afar.  While trying to reach for him, she felt her hand tied up to a wall, one she couldn’t see.  She cut herself loose and a red light began to flash before her face.  She felt herself get wet, and found herself feeling a small but sharp pain.  This feeling only brought more desperation. She looked at her arms and she could see what she was doing and the pain just got worse. The more blood that flowed, the closer she got to her angel. She opened new wounds in her legs, thighs, abdomen and where the pain was most unbearable, the chest.

After a couple of minutes she began to feel relief. The puddle of blood that she was looking at, she knew was hers and when she gazed up to see if she had reached her angel, he was gone and her mind was opened to reality. What had she just done? She was leaving her body and regretted it the moment she noticed. She remembered the time that Icais had come in time to save her, but her angel was nowhere to be seen she was lost and there was no hope. In her desperation she tried to step out of the tub, but only found herself tripping over and busting her lip. She tasted blood. She tasted her end.

In the meantime, Icais was back in his corridors, still crying, still in unexplainable pain and worst of all still ignoring his charge. Over and over again he played scenes in his head of how he could go back and excuse himself or at least explain.  In one, he got down to his knees and gave her what she wanted in the first place, that scene in his head only fired him up as much as she had done just hours before. In another he went back and explained the rules again to her yet confessed his love once again.  These scenes kept on playing repeatedly in his mind and with each one, he began to get the confidence to face her a bit more than the last, but the tears didn’t stop.

The pain inside of him kept growing. He didn’t know why. His chest began to burn and his head felt like it was going to burst and he decided it wasn’t going to go away until he said he was sorry. What he didn’t know was that he was loosing his charge. He got up and decided to pay her a visit. He went for scene #2 in which he would explain the rules but let her know that he never stopped loving her. Once he reached his post, he took a quick glance, and saw that she was “sleeping” in the tub.  Not noticing the blood, or that she wasn’t in the tub at all, he turned back, braced himself with courage and flew back down against all rules to see her again.

Meanwhile in the depths of the earth the famous Luke was waiting for Solanges’ soul to arrive.  It was the 7^th time that he waited and was interrupted. This time he was going to make sure that she arrived to her hellish pit of despair, one way or another, so he sent his best, Sorlozon, to go get her.

-“The angels’ lover is going under again. Make sure she gets to me this time.  I want to interference.” Luke ordered Sorlozon. “It’s not the first time that she tries so I highly doubt that HE will try to step in this time.  If Icais shows up… you know what to do.”

-“Sire, Icais is the one of the prophecy. How is it that I am to make him fall to his end?” asked Sorlozon.

            -“You just do as you are told and everything will fall into place.  That prophecy will not come true” he replied.

            Sorlozon left to complete his mission. In the meantime, Solange was battling to keep her life until Icais would arrive.  She felt a presence approaching but once she looked up; it wasn’t her angel that she saw. Too weak to yell out for help, she just extended her arms with the purpose of defense but it was no use.  Sorlozon already had her by the arm and was taking her away. 

Icais came into the room and the moment that the picture he wouldn’t realize what was happening. Solanges’ body was lying dead on the floor and the devil’s accomplice was taking his lovers soul off to hell. 

-“Solange! What…What’s going on?!? What are you doing? Let her go!” Icais yelled. 

-“Don’t challenge me Icais. You know very well what the consequences to suicide are” Sorlozon exclaimed as he pinned him to the wall with knife to his neck. “You know that hell waits for a soul at the time of suicide. She will not cheat death again!”

Icais went over to the body and looked at Solange while her soul looked back at him wordless. Before he left with her, Icais’ eyes ran through the image before him.

-“Wait! Let’s make a deal…”
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Love always,
     Your Lonely Angel