The lack of reaction in Evie evoked a frown. She turned and walked towards her new bed, shrugging her shoulders.
Alone in her room, she forgot, for the moment, about Evie, and ruminated about her new situation. It all felt very different: her body felt rather heavy; she could do much wickedness in her natural state, but she had chosen to dwell among humans, so she had to make the best of it. To her surprise, a melancholy she had never known before burgeoned in her heart. “My heart aches as though I were sad about something. What’s wrong with me? A-a-a-a-a-h-h-h! I detest this human emotion. It’s so... so... demeaning.” She intuitively knew the source of that sadness, and with great effort, forced him out of her mind.
Her room held her captive for a long time. Pacing the floor and staring with curiosity at her new surroundings painted a comical picture to her. Her disdainful laugh mocked the creature comforts these humans needed. A couple of feet away, the bed caught her attention; it felt springy and soft. “Bah! These creatures are spineless and weak. I would never need these...” Then she remembered she was now in a human body, which would probably need sleep, and soon.
Her human body flopped down on the bed, and she groaned loudly. “Ah-h-h-h-h! This is a bloody pain! However, I have a plan, and I intend to carry it out: to torment these miserable creatures. Oh, misery... I’ll have to endure this body in order to carry out my plans. Human bodies and this human existence seem so…debilitating.” Holding her hands to her head, she massaged a splitting headache. She tried to ignore the frailty of the human form she had taken on, but it had only been a short while since she had taken on humanity, and getting used to being a demon in human flesh took its toll on her patience.
“No-o-o-o...” She hung her head low.
A knock on the door startled her. “Are you okay in there?”
The words came out loud and piqued. ‘I’m fine.” Her face contorted again. “Now, go away and leave me alone, you miserable creature.” A tear trickled down her cheek. Wiping both of her eyes, she jumped up off the bed and stomped towards the door, throwing it open so hard the sound echoed down the hall. Startled, Evie jumped back.
“I swear, you poor excuse for an ex-angel: I’m going to make you pay for having the Godhead incarcerate me with a creature of the Light. Do you hear me, daughter of a dog?”
Evie just answered gently, “Have you been crying, Poisonous? Are you all right?”
Poisonous gritted her teeth. “Of course I’m alright, idiot! May you be raped and tossed aside, you worthless sack of human flesh...” The fury in her gradually became hotter, and her eyes turned to slits. A hard slap smashed into Evie’s face. A broad smile cracked her face as tears rolled down Evie’s. Slamming the door in Evie’s face, she stormed back toward the bed, and sat down hard. “That ought to teach her.”
A short time, later, the soft sound of words floated through the door into her room from the living room: Evie was praying for her. At first, she just ignored it. “What does her praying have to do with me? I have nothing to do with Lord Yehovah or the Spirit of Light.”
Yet, a powerful, yet gentle force slowly filled her room. Movement escaped her. Writhing and shaking proved fruitless. The power of the Spirit of Light fell upon her, first, restricting her movement, then, covering her with calm. All the immorality, lust and lasciviousness she’d inflicted upon human men and women paraded through her mind. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry I’ve made their lives miserable.
Evie prayed for what seemed like hours, which in reality was only ten minutes. Poisonous lay there helpless, sobbing, confessing remorse for all the hate-filled deeds she had committed over the millennia. Then the prayers stopped, and in time, the heaviness left her. Regaining her composure, she exhaled a sigh of relief. I’m sure glad that’s over. A strange new feeling occupied her heart. She’d heard of it, and seen its effects. They called it... peace. Now it affected her. No, wait. This can’t be happening to me. The heaviness and tenseness left her body, replaced by lightness and calm. She and her fellow dark angels avoided these things, because they knew they would never experience them for eternity. Hope filled her, and she couldn’t deny it. If any of her old colleagues had seen her like this, they would torment her without mercy. However, none appeared, and the peace grew. It took great effort not to cry tears of joy.
* * *
She fell asleep from sheer emotional exhaustion, and woke with a start. Instead of lizard-like skin, long, hard, sharp fingernails and toenails, large undulating tentacles, there was only the pale, olive colored skin of a human female in shorts and a t-shirt. “I don’t recognize this place.” A few moments later, she remembered: she was in an apartment in Washington, D.C. with the former angel turned human.
After a while, curiosity again forced her out of her room. At first, she avoided Evie’s stare. Her body trembled as she looked back at the bedroom a few times; ready to bolt at a moment’s notice. A few moments later, she got up her nerve, she asked, “Are you going to pray for me again? Because if you are, let me know. That accursed Spirit of Light comes over me every time you do. I... I can’t bear it.” Tears fell down her cheeks. “The way I cry is pitiful.” Saying the words made her cringe. “I can’t bear these... emotions...”
“Don’t worry, Poisonous; you won’t be harmed by the Spirit of Light. You will, however, feel conviction. It’ll be hard on you, but I
