I danced with the victory of finally having Rixon out of hell. He was free, we could be together now. Properly. But could we? Knowing what I know, about Nora's little sprog on the way and knowing Rixon sought revenge after what Patch had done. Could he I really persuade him to forget and move on, leave his anger and thoughts of betrayal in his past...if anyone could do that it was me. I had to find a way to make him forget. He didn't know exactly what I'd seen, he just knew I knew he wanted to kill their baby. If I could change the course of the next few months, throw him off the sent. Or even warn Patch what I had seen. No, telling Patch was out of the picture. If he knew then there'd be no chance to have a life with Rixon because he'd be back in Hell. I paced the sea front trying desperately to figure out what I could do. The sun had been just setting when I came out, shedding a few orange and red rays across the sky. Now as I looked up to the sky-for a sign? Help?-it was pitch black. The only thing was a sliver of the moon and thousands of stars. It's strange to think what people called stars when they were first discovered, did they refer to them as balls of gas burning billions of miles away, all the time? That made me think of the Lion King film, and how Hukuna Matata fixed everything. What could fix this? Maybe if I left it, maybe if I didn't do anything about it and maybe Nora wouldn't fall pregnant, I could've seen things wrong. Maybe she miscarries, I cursed myself for thinking that. What an evil thought, but was it as evil of a thought as thinking I could leave the whole situation and just hope Rixon forgot?
I'd been standing so long my feet were aching, along with my back and legs. I plopped down onto the sand, feeling it compress under my arse. It was cool against my hands as I leant back and tipped my head up. There was no point in me looking up at the sky, no one up there would help me. I couldn't look 'down' for help though, everyone down in Hell were evil anyway and would love to race Rixon to kill the first Nephil/Fallen baby. Just for the reputation, at least I knew Rixon wasn't planning to do it for the 'street cred'. I laughed at myself. It wasn't the time to laugh, but laughing seemed like a lost concept on me as of late. I laugh to cover things up, to get myself out or trouble, to appear altogether and strong to people. When in reality majority of the time when I was alone with myself and my thoughts. I wept. I was scared...of my father, my brother, even myself and now I was scared of Rixon's intentions. I had been anyway, but more so now.
The wind picked up and I closed my eyes, feeling the soft spray of sea water hit my face. I wasn't sitting close to the water but clearly the wind was stronger than I originally thought. I needed to go back to the studio before Rixon wondered where I was, I'd told him I'd gone to get groceries. He must think I'd gotten lost in Walmart or something. Not hard though, it's a big place. I must've been drifting off into sleep because I was suddenly jolted to life by the sounds of footsteps approaching. I didn't move a muscle. I sat dead still and kept my eyes pinned on the horizon. Waiting for the stranger to shout something, maybe even approach closer but the footsteps stopped. I turned my head to my left, seeing a broad shouldered and narrow hipped man standing not 10ft from where I sat. He was taller than average and even through his long sleeved shirt and jeans I could see defined muscle.
"Can I help you?" I huffed at the guy.
"Perhaps..." Was his reply as he made his way over and slunk down onto the sand beside me.
I raised an eyebrow at the intruder, hoping he'd speak up before I lost my patience and snapped his neck the little toad. I was not in the mood for riddles.
"I'm looking for a Demon." My spine stiffened and I felt my eyes go to slits.
"I think you've been watching to much Charmed, mate." I laughed at him, hiding my fear. Who was this guy?
Too much Charmed, huh?
His voice crept into my head, and I jumped. Too late to hide my surprise. He knew, but just how much did he know and why? For what?
"Ok...so what do you want with a demon, and who are you?" I asked, scowling at him. I held my stance next to him, refusing to show him how much he'd unnerved me.
"Who I am doesn't matter at the moment, all that matters is that I know you're Satan's daughter and I need your help." He said, flicking sand off his shoe.
"Ha!" I exclaimed, "well you know who I am, so you must also know I don't help people for free. Especially people I don't trust."
"What reason have I given you not to trust me, Katerina?" He looked at me, it wasn't until now I that i payed attention to what he looked like. He had floppy brown hair, with hints of blonde, brown eyes that looked like liquid chocolate. His face wasn't totally symmetrical, so he wasn't Nephil or Fallen Angel. Not perfect enough. Yet it gave him a certain charm, a je ne ce quois.
"What reason have you given me to trust you either? When you won't even tell me your name." I raised an eyebrow, he didn't answer for a moment so I stood from where I'd been sitting on the sand and brushed it off of my legs, ready to walk away and leave this bizzare rendezvous behind me when he stood up to.
"Someone has escaped from Hell. I've been sent up to try and find him, and take him back there. He was put there for a reason and he needs to stay there. At least for a little while longer." He said in a neutral tone. No hint of worry or exasperation.
"Right...so what do I have to do with this?" I challenged.
"You know who he is, and you what he's capable of."
Rixon, he's got to be talking about Rixon. Does he know I helped him escape? Does my father know? How much do any of them know? This wasn't in my vision at all...
Worry must have been etched all over my face because the guy reached out a hand and placed it on my bare shoulder. His touch was much to hot so I shook it off.
"Look, I'm not asking you to Dob the guy on, per cé, I just need access to him to be able to do my job." He grimaced as if to say, 'or its my head on the line. "You know who I am, not yet. But if you think back to that vision you saw, and help me, it'll become clear soon."
With that the guy brushed his hands together and began walking away. I watched after him, bemused, all become clear soon, what was this guy taking? I could do with some at the moment. It wasn't more than 30 seconds before his silhouette disappeared and I was left alone on the seafront, except now the most from the ocean doesn't feel pleasant on my skin. It feels creepy, and like a thousand tiny ice fingers crawling up my back.