“Well, Dark Death; it was a pleasure meeting you, but I think I’ll go in and mingle with the others.”
She turned and walked into the hall without looking back. Snakebite followed her, and once they were out of sight of Dark Death, he said to her, “I don’t think his intentions toward you are without malice. I think he has an agenda, and it’s not favorable.”
“Could we please talk of other things? He makes my skin crawl, and I’d rather not think of him right now.”
“Of course,” Snakebite answered.
Politically Correct reiterated the duties of demons, and the strategies that would to be implemented in the D.C. area to damage as many human souls as possible. She tried not to yawn, as the speeches of leaders of Dark Angels all tended to sound the same, no matter who spoke. When his protocol speech ended, He said, “My special guest tonight is Dark Death, who is on a mission here by direct orders from Lord Lucifer.” He motioned towards the high ranking demon. “Dark Death…”
Dark Death looked directly at her as he began his speech.
“Politically Correct. Fellow Dark Angels of the D.C. district. I am honored to speak to you tonight. My main point is that you must beware of mingling with Sons of Adam and Daughters of Eve. Many are followers of the Light, and their convictions may wear off on you, rendering a most disastrous result. Take all precautions, and unless you are ordered to do so by Lord Lucifer, I would strongly recommend you stay a spirit, unseen by human eyes and devices.”
Her heartbeat grew faster, and perspiration cascaded down her face from her forehead, along with most of her body moistening with nervous sweat. Once the speech ended, she looked at Snakebite, and said, “Can we get out of here? He makes me nervous.”
‘No problem,” he said, taking her hand. “Shall we?”
When they reached his apartment, like an alarm previously set, the words floated into her mind. Eyes glowing, she said, “Snakebite, you must revert to the way you were, and when you do, you must say the same words to me.”
He did, and she rushed into his arms.
“Please hold me, Snakey. That Dark Death really scares me.”
“There, there,” he said with soft, soothing words. “You and I just need to concentrate on our mission, and I think all will go well for us.”
“I hope so,” she said, still holding on tight to Snakebite.
Wednesday, September 24th
The morning sun reached through the slits of the closed blinds, lines of sunlight reaching in uninvited and filling the otherwise dark atmosphere. Taking inventory of her belongings, she realized she had run out of clothes to change back into.
“Snakey. I hate to say this, but I have to go back to the condo, and get some clothes. I don’t mind going without, but if I’m to be seen in public, humans have strange taboos on being naked in public.” A subtle grin and twinkling eyes teased her friend and lover.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. I could buy some more clothes, but it would take a few days, and I’d rather be doing other things, like causing trouble…and other things.”
Now a broad smile covered her face.
“Snakey? Would you come with me? I’d really enjoy your company.”
“Do you really think that wise? It’s bad enough you are exposed to the Light there, but both of us? Who’s going to rescue whom?”
“Oh, don’t be such a fraidy cat. We don’t have to stay long, and Evie is a nice person—in spite of the fact that she prays for me…constantly.”
He hesitated a while, and finally relented. “All right. I’ll come with you, but on one condition.”
“What’s that, lover?”
“That we leave as soon as possible.”
“Done, boo.”
As they walked towards the apartment, the presence of the Light permeated the air, floating throughout the sixth floor like a slowly spreading fog.
“Grit your teeth,” said Poisonous. “It’s very strong in there.”
“I’m feeling it, believe me.”
Her key went into the lock, and she entered the apartment. Taking in the goings on, she noticed that Abdullah, Mahmud, their spouses, and a few other people were there.
“Hi, Perry. We were just praying for you. What timing! Would you like to join us? And who’s your friend?”
“Oh,” she said, breathing heavy ragged breaths. “This is my friend Sam. Sam, this is Evie.”
“Good to meet you,” said Snakebite, reaching out his hand to shake Evie’s.
“Well, we’d love to stay, but I need to get some clothes, and do some errands. But it was nice meeting you all.” She went to her bedroom, which, luckily stood near the front door. Snakebite followed her into the bedroom.
“Must admit,” he said, “this is cozy. If it weren’t for The Light, I might like a condo here myself.”
“Yes, but The Light is in this building; especially in this apartment. I’m done getting my clothes, so let’s go.”
The headed towards the front door, and to their surprise, and angel stood in their way.
“Greetings. I am Gabriel. Lord Yehovah would have you stay here and be prayed for. Do not think of trying to fly away, as there are many other angels standing guard. Now, head back to the living room.”
She would have argued, but the sword he carried glistened with gold and silver, and the blade could cut her in several pieces with little effort. Shaking, she said, “Very well, Gabriel,” and walked back into the living room, holding tight onto Snakebite’s hand.
“You’re back,” exclaimed Evie. “I’m not sure why…” Recognition grew on Evie’s face as she saw the servant of God following them. “Gabriel! Good to see you again. What brings you here?”
“I was sent by our Lord to make sure these two are arrested by the Spirit of The Light.” Looking at her and Snakebite, he said,
