Icais was in his corridors trying
to make sense of everything from Lillian and Peter to Zael and Red. He had no problem on doing to Lillian what he
had done to Solange; mind tricks were his specialty, and if a woman was foolish
enough to fall for them, he believed that she was more than deserving of the
fate that waited. He began to look into
Lillian’s life story; a 23 year old girl with a special interest in the supernatural. She apparently enjoyed going out to the park
and reading a mystery or two under the bridge during her free time. She also worked at the local Starbucks and
met Peter there because he was making frequent visits.
Once he had the info on his next
victim, he decided to look into his partner in crime, Zael. ‘What could a demon
of such high category want with a low-life like Peter?’ he asked himself. While
trying to find an answer to his question, his gargoyle popped up and interrupted
his train of thought.
-“What do you want? Can’t you see
I’m working? He said, knowing that the gargoyle wouldn’t answer. All of a sudden there was a call at the door.
“Icais?”
Icais got up and headed to the
entrance. He couldn’t recognize the
voice and wondered who it could be. Once
he opened, he was surprised to find Red standing at the door. He hadn’t noticed that her eyes were a
hypnotizing crimson color. Her golden
hair fell perfectly over her body. He felt
a pull towards her; desire ran through his body and in his mind were lustful
thoughts that he had to force himself to ignore.
She stood there for about a
minute until she opened her mouth. “May I come in?”
Instantly he reacted as if having
heard an order from her father. She entered
with her wings following behind her as Icais stared and studied every single
angle of her angelic body. Her blonde locks fell over her back with the tips
that almost seemed like vivid fire, revealing only a bit of skin up to where
her pearl colored tunic covered her lower body and fell graciously on the
floor. On the patch of skin there was a symbol that he couldn’t make out. He could almost say that it was starting to
show itself at that moment; as if a hidden code was being revealed on her skin. She turned to face him.
-“Is there something that catches
your eye, Icais?” she asked, almost in a playful manner.
Icais smiled. “You are your
mother’s daughter.” was all that he replied.
-“I wouldn’t know. I never met my
mother. But father says that I look just like her. Dad says I have no trace of my ‘angel’ side,
except for the feathers on my wings; which shed off every now and then to leave
no doubt of what I really am.”
Icais couldn’t keep his eyes off
her. He absorbed every word that came
from her mouth like a sponge. Hypnotized
by her beauty, he didn’t notice the feathers falling on the ground, or the
symbols emerging from her skin. “Succubus…” was all that he could say.
-“Yes, succubus; all that I am
will draw you to me” she said back. They
looked into each other’s eyes and she could see that she already had him. He
was helpless. He got closer to her and,
as if to wake up from a trance, he shook his head and grabbed her by the neck,
threw her against the wall and opened his wings. He took flight and with all his strength, he
held her against the wall that she had just been thrown against. Red feathers filled the room; she had already
shed and shown her true nature.
With anger in his voice he asked
her what she was doing there.
-“I owe Luke my life,” Red said. “He
saved me when everyone else wanted me dead.”
There was silence in the room as
Icais waited for Red to answer the original question. He let her go, once he noticed that she was
harmless and when she was released, she answered.
-“He sent me here to seduce you
until I could breach your mind and heart.”
Icais chuckled in disbelief. Red looked at him puzzled and somewhat
offended by the smirk that had come from him. “What’s so funny?” she asked.
-“Honey, I have two things for
tell you. First off, you’ll never accomplish that. If mind games are my specialty, how do you
pretend to enter mine? Secondly, even if you do enter my mind and “heart”,
assuming I have one, there’s nothing to hide.
I wear my emotions on my sleeve and I always speak my mind. If Luke wants to enter my mind, all he has to
do is ask. He looked at Red as she analyzed what was being said to her. “What
were you looking for anyway?” Icais asked the half-succubus.
-“Anything I can find that will
make sense of an unchanged prophecy”. Icais
looked at her as if she had just shed some light upon some of the events that
had taken place through the years. Luke
had sent him on some of the cruelest missions and after all of them he would
ask the same question: “Do you have any remorse?” as if to find a change from
his angel form to his, not so new, dark version of himself.
-“What does the prophecy say? And
what’s it got to do with me?” Icais asked.
-“Well,” she answered, “I’m not
sure it has anything to do with you. You
don’t seem to have a trace of angel in you and the prophecy remains unchanged.”
-“And how do you know it’s
unchanged? I thought you had to be able to see at least a fraction of the
future to be able to see something like that?” As he kept on asking questions,
answers came with more questions.
-“That I get from Michael.” Red
replied. Those words struck as a wake-up call for Icais. He hadn’t heard that name in a very long
time. He was one of the direct sons of
the Big Guy.
-“That’s who your father is?” he
asked. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, it
doesn’t really shock me to hear that. He always had a different way of seeing
things from the rest of the angels.”
Red looked at Icais, somewhat
intrigued by what he was saying. She
hadn’t heard much about her father except for his abilities and that he has no
knowledge of her. ‘Never make an attempt to see him,’ Luke had warned her, ‘Remember
his father prefers you dead.’ Those words went through her mind like thunder
between two clouds. She had just realized that Icais had a lot more information
to provide that just an unchanged prophecy.
Icais looked at her, knowing what
she was thinking. “I’ll do it.” Was all he said to the thoughts running through
Red’s mind.
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