It was a long and lonely year
for Il’Icais in that cell. (Solange had
moved on to paradise and the memory of the Angel that sacrificed his wings for
her, was gone) But at last he has been freed from his chains and his new look and
attitude was exactly what Luke wanted.
Icais arrived with Sorlozon before
their leader and instantly they both went to their knees in reverence. No force needed now.
-“Hmmm…” Luke looked at him
satisfied with what he was seeing.
Sorlozon got up and Icais stayed in his position.
-“Rise, my son” Luke said after
a couple of minutes and looked at Sorlozon as if to celebrate the victory. -“Leave
us, Sorlozon” he ordered.
While Sorlozon left, Icais rose
to show his transformation to his new master: new wings, new eyes new scar and
no longer an angel…
While he stood there, before his
new master, he made memory of the long year that was now behind him. The first couple
of months we excruciatingly long. At first he thought he wouldn’t make it. Thinking
of his beloved and having to live with the fact that she no longer had
remembrance of him. Emptiness had fallen upon him when he looked around and
only saw her face in the back of his mind. Reminiscing about the times he
shared with her and moments he felt that he had failed, anger and guilt filled
his heart. (Both feelings he had never experienced before).
After 2 months and a half, a sharp,
burning pain fell upon his back. The agony
that he felt as he saw his wings wither slowly was insufferable. As he looked
into the solitary reflection that stared back at him, coming from the only
mirror on the wall that seemed to be made of hot coals struggling to burn, he
only wished he could soar in flight out of that horrendous hellhole. His wings
were completely gone by the 3rd month and where there once were two majestic
pearl-colored wings, were two horrifying bulges. Just as he was beginning to
get used to his new look he noticed something growing from the two lumps. The days
passed and as his new bat-like wings, that resembled the appearance of the wall
he faced every day and night, began to mature, he thought of the first wings
that were once in their place and the responsibility that laid upon him once they
were to their full capability; the honor of having a human to watch upon. The memory
of her only brought misery to his now insignificant existence.
On the 13th night of
that fifth month, he dreamed! He saw her face and experienced for the last time
the pure desire of having her with him.
No lust involved, just pure, unadulterated love. He had her in his arms
and felt her skin. He brushed every inch of her body with his lips but there
was no guilt involved and the changes he experienced and once feared were now
welcomed. He allowed himself to love her, knowing deep inside his now hardened
heart that it would be the last time. He
trembled at every touch that came from her gentle hands and the sensuality of
it all was indescribable. Every sigh that came from her as he gently stroked
increased the urge to take it to the next level. Before he knew it he was over
her and inside her at the same time. The elating sensation of knowing every one
of her desires and being able to satisfy them all to the last little detail,
was as close to heaven as he could get from where he was now. In every thrust
was a longing to satiate all of the rejections he had made her experience. With
every moan that came from her, he only prodded deeper and harder until in her
peak of pleasure, she held him close and with her grasp he felt a torrent of
passion running through him. As his name was being said and he heard his
beloved make her wanting of more pleasure known, he wouldn’t stop. And the
pure, unadulterated love was transforming into an unending lust for
passion. When that was done, he awoke,
to find himself clawing at the floor that was supposed to glisten with the
puddles of blood. He looked at the wall and it was also as pitch black as the
floor was and there was no mirror. He put his hands in front of his face and that’s
when he realized he was blind.
In present time, Icais was still
before Luke hearing everything but listening to nothing. Memoirs of his almost
eternal year in the pit, was what was found running through is most profound
thoughts. He closed his now crimson eyes
and remembered when he saw them for the first time.
On the 7th month of
his imprisonment, he awoke to find that his vision had been returned to him and
he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. His wings were almost twice the size of
his last ones and his opinion towards them had changed completely. What he, on
one occasion, thought of as horrifying, he now considered it to be grandiose
and he was proud of what he was seeing. He glared upon himself and for the
first time in many months, felt that he was himself, just darker. He found
himself feeling complete in almost every way until he looked at his chest. His
name was still incrusted on it. “Il’Icais” it read. Rage ran through every inch
of his being, and with it, his fist hit the mirror with a force that shattered
the glass into small bits. His hands were bleeding and her name came to his
mind once again.
The last time he saw her was now
the image running through his mind but instead of fear of losing her, he felt
hate! He hated how she had forgotten her after he had sacrificed so much for
her. He hated how she always seemed to be able to manipulate him into doing
what she wanted. He hated having been her slave! With every bit of hate, his
heart became hard and cold and this part of the transformation was the one he
would rather forget…
-“…now you are my son” is what he
heard once he brought his memories to where they should have been from the beginning.
-“Yes, Sire.” Icais replied. With
that said, he fell upon his knees with throbbing pain running through his
chest. He was turned on his back and he saw to his horror and satisfaction the
inscription across his chest turning into a horrid scar. The pain caused him to
black out and his first mission was given to him in vision. He saw a small boy,
angry at his stepfather for hurting his mother to the point of leaving her at
the hospital. He saw himself possess the body of the boy and kill the man
responsible…
After several hours on the
floor, he opened his eyes and gasped for air. Once he had his strength back, he
stood and saw himself, now feeling complete in every way possible.
-“you know what to do.” Luke
told him. He nodded and stared at his reflection… he knew exactly what he had
to do.
Love always,
Your lonely Angel
