his chin. He looked to the ground, shaking his head slightly. “No, no, I paid the bill at lunch.” Then he looked at me from the corner of his eyes with a crooked grin. “Is it...maybe...” He pointed at me. “You. Are you waiting for something?”
I bit on my lower lip and shrugged.
Pulling me into his arms, he asked, “Is this it?” The aroma of his skin advanced quickly, cloaking my senses. He kissed me with such tenderness, allowing our tongues to lightly touch, and linger there, prompting me to want more before he released. “I have to go.” His voice was grainy as he rested his lips on my forehead and kissed it.
“Okay.”
“Do you have your keys?”
“Yeah.”
Stepping back, he held out his hand. I gave him the keys and he opened the door. “Have a good day,” he said.
“You too.”
Thirteen
The house was empty. Mom was more than likely visiting with some of her friends or being counseled by Father Lacombe about the horrible daughter she had for wanting to read a book. The thought made me excited to get right to it, Mom’s reaction long out of my mind.
I curled up into the corner of the couch and opened the cover, quickly flipping through the pages I’d already read. I loved the way the letters swirled and crossed into one another—it seemed romantic in a way. The next chapters grabbed my attention immediately.
~ * ~
It was well known across all realms that the Tov (gods) controlled and guarded the spirit chamber and in that chamber held all Spirit Lights that would help to guide all souls.
The Pyre (demons) spent many years trying to possess a spark from the chamber, believing if they destroyed the light of each of the souls, it would be easy to manipulate them and take them for their own. They never had any misconceptions that they would be able to control all souls, but even a spark held the light of hundreds if not, thousands, and it would give them an upper hand.
Eventually, the demons found a perfect ally in a god who they were able to temp with pleasures he desired. No name was given in the book, but that god was able to work his way up the ranks, becoming council to the spirit chamber. When an opportunity presented itself, he stole a spark, handing it over to Adramel, a high-ranking demon.
It was Adramel’s plan to simply lay in wait until the time came, and when it did, he plotted to snuff out the Spirit Light within the souls he possessed and swap them for the souls the mortals were given. Without their Spirit Light to guide them, the demons could pick and choose who they wanted, whether it be leaders or mere peasants. Then one by one, the temptations and whispers in the ears of each would eventually bring them to do the demon’s bidding.
However, until that time came, Adramel had to perform rituals to conceal it from prying eyes, and each time he did, he noticed that a portion of the Spirit Light would fall away and be replaced with the darkness from the ritual being performed. Adramel was extremely excited with his discovery, as it was going to change everything. With the evil already planted within the Spirit Light, the suggestions and enticements would be accepted immediately. Just as swiftly would the mortals be willing to do their bidding.
As he worked, his creation began to grow and even more excitement reigned in his realm. For they also discovered it wouldn’t be necessary to work one by one on the mortals, as his creation had the ability to take thousands, if not millions of Spirit Lights at once, giving no choice to the mortals...abolishing free will. He called it the Rondure.
The power of the Rondure was directly linked to the strength of the Spirit Lights it held. As it was, it was much too weak to achieve their goal; it was incomplete and would require the brightest of the Spirit Lights, the most powerful of them all. To obtain it, they once again commissioned the spy. Unfortunately for them, the gods already had their suspicions.
~ *
I bit on my lower lip and shrugged.
Pulling me into his arms, he asked, “Is this it?” The aroma of his skin advanced quickly, cloaking my senses. He kissed me with such tenderness, allowing our tongues to lightly touch, and linger there, prompting me to want more before he released. “I have to go.” His voice was grainy as he rested his lips on my forehead and kissed it.
“Okay.”
“Do you have your keys?”
“Yeah.”
Stepping back, he held out his hand. I gave him the keys and he opened the door. “Have a good day,” he said.
“You too.”
Thirteen
The house was empty. Mom was more than likely visiting with some of her friends or being counseled by Father Lacombe about the horrible daughter she had for wanting to read a book. The thought made me excited to get right to it, Mom’s reaction long out of my mind.
I curled up into the corner of the couch and opened the cover, quickly flipping through the pages I’d already read. I loved the way the letters swirled and crossed into one another—it seemed romantic in a way. The next chapters grabbed my attention immediately.
~ * ~
It was well known across all realms that the Tov (gods) controlled and guarded the spirit chamber and in that chamber held all Spirit Lights that would help to guide all souls.
The Pyre (demons) spent many years trying to possess a spark from the chamber, believing if they destroyed the light of each of the souls, it would be easy to manipulate them and take them for their own. They never had any misconceptions that they would be able to control all souls, but even a spark held the light of hundreds if not, thousands, and it would give them an upper hand.
Eventually, the demons found a perfect ally in a god who they were able to temp with pleasures he desired. No name was given in the book, but that god was able to work his way up the ranks, becoming council to the spirit chamber. When an opportunity presented itself, he stole a spark, handing it over to Adramel, a high-ranking demon.
It was Adramel’s plan to simply lay in wait until the time came, and when it did, he plotted to snuff out the Spirit Light within the souls he possessed and swap them for the souls the mortals were given. Without their Spirit Light to guide them, the demons could pick and choose who they wanted, whether it be leaders or mere peasants. Then one by one, the temptations and whispers in the ears of each would eventually bring them to do the demon’s bidding.
However, until that time came, Adramel had to perform rituals to conceal it from prying eyes, and each time he did, he noticed that a portion of the Spirit Light would fall away and be replaced with the darkness from the ritual being performed. Adramel was extremely excited with his discovery, as it was going to change everything. With the evil already planted within the Spirit Light, the suggestions and enticements would be accepted immediately. Just as swiftly would the mortals be willing to do their bidding.
As he worked, his creation began to grow and even more excitement reigned in his realm. For they also discovered it wouldn’t be necessary to work one by one on the mortals, as his creation had the ability to take thousands, if not millions of Spirit Lights at once, giving no choice to the mortals...abolishing free will. He called it the Rondure.
The power of the Rondure was directly linked to the strength of the Spirit Lights it held. As it was, it was much too weak to achieve their goal; it was incomplete and would require the brightest of the Spirit Lights, the most powerful of them all. To obtain it, they once again commissioned the spy. Unfortunately for them, the gods already had their suspicions.
~ *
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