-“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.
‘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
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