Hey guys, okay just a few heads up before reading, a lot more supernatural in this chapter than the previous ones, but a lot of romance. There is going to be a somewhat moderate amount of violence, nothing like Wes Craven, but just fair warning.
Also, Finals are coming up for me so, while I'm sure some of you have been appreciative of my fast-paced updating, your gonna have to go a few days without an update. Least until I finish those, then I may just consider posting two chapters (or more) consecutively as an early Christmas gift to my loyal readers.
So with that enjoy chapter 4 and keep poking that pig! LOL!
Chapter 4: Seraphim
As the alarm on her phone chimed to the time of 5:30, Kyanna carefully lowered the barbell she was training with onto its supports and sat up, letting out a breath of relief as wiped the sweat from her brow with her towel. She then stood up and proceeded to the gym locker room; leaving her clothes in her assigned locker, she grabbed a clean towel and some hygiene products, walked into the nearest available stall and began to shower. The lukewarm water streaming from the shower head felt nice as it massaged her head and washed the sweat from her body; as she stood beneath the gentle stream, she meditated on the scene that she had been playing over and over in her head, a scene of a young man in black clothes, wearing a black blazer with gold trim and a silver emblem of a sword fused with an infinity symbol standing right-side up on its back, lifting another young man six inches off the ground by his neck. The thundering tone of the first young man, her friend, resonating with such force that, even after all this time, she felt a part of her being quiver with a fear she had never known: "If you don't calm down….".
Kyanna slowly opened her eyes, the water streaming down her forehead, onto her eyelids, and then quickly dripping off her eye lashes; she continued to replay the same scene in her mind despite the terrifying feeling it sent through her, every now and then comparing it to the seeming greater acts of supernatural phenomenon she had witnessed him perform over the course of two hours just prior to that incident.
Kyanna sighed, it had been two days since Cross Infinitus has appeared and, just as supernaturally, disappeared from her life and she'd not seen hide or hair of the young man, nor even a feather for that matter. She finished cleaning herself as she attempted to put the young man out of her mind; wrapping the towel around body, she left the shower stall and walked over to her locker where she slipped the towel onto the wooden bench and began changing.
"Hello Kyanna," said a beautifully calm and easing voice, Kyanna turned to her side and saw Beli, her friend and favorite yoga instructor, "how have you been? I hope I'm not prying, but I couldn't help but notice earlier during the class you seemed somewhat distracted. Is everything okay?"
Kyanna smiled at Beli; whether it was because of her job as a yoga instructor or perhaps just because she was born with it, Beli had believed herself to be a very spiritual person who valued goodness, preparedness, kindness, and honesty, values that Kyanna herself valued greatly which was mainly why she bonded well with Beli. As Kyanna continued putting on her lingerie, she responded to Beli in as positive a tone as she could, "Oh, me? I'm fine. Just a few things on my mind is all. Nothing you need to worry yourself about."
As Kyanna mentioned this she leaned forward to put on her bra; Beli couldn't help but stare at the young woman's impressive endowment. "Perhaps I'm being presumptuous, but I'm guessing you've been having a hard time keeping the guys off you. Considering how beautifully you've shaped your body, I'm guessing the guys around you have been taking notice, huh?" Beli said jokingly, a friendly laugh trailing her comment. Kyanna, looked at her instructor then down to her breasts, then back at Beli and, with an awkward laugh, replied, "Well, that's not exactly it. I mean I've caught a few guys staring but nothing too serious. It's just…. It's just…" Kyanna trailed off at the end which caught the attention of her instructor.
Beli walked over to Kyanna, placed her hand gently on her students back and asked, "Just what? If you want, I'll listen." Kyanna smiled again, "No, that's okay. I guess I was just over thinking something is all. But don't worry; I'm not in trouble or anything like that!" "Well, okay, if you insist. But I'm always here to listen if you need me," Beli replied with a little more concern than she had initially.
As the two girls walked out of the locker room and into the hall, Kyanna glimpsed at Beli from the side and decided to just ask, "Say, Beli…. I've got a question." Beli turned and looked at Kyanna and asked, "Okay, what is it?"
Although she had resolved herself to ask, Kyanna suddenly realized she hadn't exactly put much thought into the question itself and decided to wing it, "Since you believe the whole spiritual thing, I wanted to ask you," Kyanna paused as she readied herself to ask a seemingly insane question, "What would you do if you had met, and sorta befriended, an angel?" Beli stopped in her tracks, obviously caught off guard by the question, "What would I do? If I met an angel?" Kyanna laughed awkwardly at the Beli's shocked expression, even for a spiritual person in general, asking such a crazy question was in and of itself crazy. "Yeeeaaah. I know it's kind of a crazy question, but I'd really like to know what you would do. Obviously, in the extremely unlikely case that a freaky situation like that were to ever happen."
Beli lowered her head and gazed at the floor as she placed her thumb and pointer finger on her chin and ponder the question for a few seconds. Moments later, she lifted her head, smiled and continued walking forward, "Well, let me ask you a question first. Hypothetically speaking, would I know for sure that this person was a genuine angel or would I need proof first?" Kyanna walked besides Beli and replied hastily, "You knew! Let's just say that he had shown you undeniable proof that he was an angel! What then?" "Well, in that case, I honestly can't say what I would do. I guess I would try to find out why an angel had appeared before me in the first place," Beli replied thoughtfully despite something Kyanna just said catching her attention.
"Find out, huh?" Kyanna muttered quietly, "Yeah, I guess that would have been the most logical thing to do, huh?" Beli stared at Kyanna and then teasingly asked, "So… what's his name?" "Well, he said his name was Cross, but he also said his last name was Infinitus; which I gotta be honest sounds really kinda made up," Kyanna responded instinctively and with a tone of excitement before suddenly catching herself. "Hmmm, so his name is Cross, huh?" Beli asked with intrigue.
"Hey, cut that out!" Kyanna cried childishly as she bumped her shoulder against Beli's who was having a pleasant laugh at Kyanna's expense. As the two girls exited the gym, Beli turned to Kyanna and joked, "You know, it's usually girls whom are called angels, not the guys." "Err, I knew I shouldn't have asked," Kyanna groaned with embarrassment.
As Beli prepared to part ways with Kyanna she felt she had to ask, "Kyanna, let me ask you this," Kyanna's expression became slightly serious, "rather than being a genuine angel or not; was this Cross person a genuinely good person or not?"
As Kyanna pondered the question, she immediately recalled everything she had seen Cross do since they first met: He had found her son and returned him without expecting, or even asking, anything in return (at least not until she had offered), he had protected her and her son from a bunch of thugs, when one of them pulled a gun on them Cross had, without any apparent concern for his own well being, rushed at the guy and stopped him; yes, technically, he did kill the guy but it was justifiable; when her friend Tiffany was feeling troubled he consoled her, and even when that little bitch Audrey was bad mouthing some guy, when he saw she was in danger Cross protected her even after all the horrible things she had done to him.
Kyanna smiled as Cross' image appeared in her mind. Seeing this, Beli smiled happily, "Well, there's your answer." Kyanna's expression momentarily changed from pleasant to surprised, then back to pleasant, "Yeah, I guess you're right. I guess I was busy focusing on one thing that I forgot about all the other things." Kyanna paused for a second as she recalled the same thing Cross had told Tiffany, "Once I stopped wallowing in darkness and started looking at things from a positive perspective, I was able to find the answers all by myself." Beli was a bit surprised, "Is that something he said?" Kyanna nodded. "Well, I guess he really is one of the good ones," Beli finished than turned and walked off towards the park.
Kyanna turned the other way and made for the mall, "Yeah, he really is."
As she walked the upper level of the mall, Kyanna made for the Sports utilities store, she had wanted to buy some things before she headed home. Once inside, she saw a familiar pair of blonde pigtails tied with red ribbons on top; the owner of said hairstyle was standing in front of a large board advertising sports themed ribbons, busy contemplating which ones of the available tens to she could buy. "If you get any cuter, I may not be able to let you watch my one year son," Kyanna joked as she stood behind the young woman. The blonde girl turned and smiled; "Ha-ha, very funny," Tiffany gibed sarcastically, but playfully. She walked over and hugged Kyanna then said, "If little Phili starts looking at me like that, then you've got bigger problems!" "I know right?" Kyanna retorted with a chuckle.
As the two girls shopped around the store Tiffany was the first to ask, "So…. Have you heard from him lately?" Tiffany asked cautiously, realizing that Cross was a rather touchy subject for Kyanna. "Nope; the man's been gone for almost two days now and I haven't seen hide nor hair of him!" Kyanna replied with an uninterested tone that was clearly forced. Tiffany stared at Kyanna for a second; she really wanted to press the subject but then recalled what had happened two days ago just after Cross had vanished into thin air.
Kyanna, Nikki, and even Audrey cornered Kyanna as they bombard her with question after question, not giving the poor girl a moment to give a complete response.
"Did he really just disappear like that!?" Nikki eagerly inquired in what appeared to be a genuine state of unparalleled interest.
"What the hell did he do to Charlie? What was with that shouting? It sounded like a fucking hurricane!" Audrey barked, the sound of fear still present in her voice.
"Kyanna, seriously, what was that guy? That thing he did just now was definitely not normal!" Tiffany stated, desperately trying to make sense of what had just happened.
As all three girls continuously hounded Kyanna with questions, she tried desperately to give them answers she felt were reasonably believable, though needless to say, she didn't get very far. To be quite frank, it would have been hard enough explaining to them the fact that Cross was an angel, an Angel of Darkness to be more precise, so how could she explain what had just happened to them without mentioning that he was an Angel. Perhaps feeling as overwhelmed as his mother, Philip began crying loudly, forcing the girls to end their interrogation and Kyanna to head home.
Needless to say, for Kyanna and Tiffany, the last two days had not done much to close the apparent rift that had formed between the two. Tiffany wanted more than anything at the moment to get answers but certainly not at the expense of losing one of her closest friends. "Say, I was thinking of heading to the Corkscrew Carnival later tonight, you wanna come?" Tiffany asked sheepishly hoping that Kyanna wouldn't presume this was merely another opportunity Tiffany was gonna use to pelt her with questions. Kyanna looked at her and asked, "The carnival? Wouldn't you usually go to Lusties Nightclub?"
Tiffany's face suddenly went sickly pale, "Yeah, well, the thing is…. my mom texted me she was gonna head there tonight and that we should get together and make it a girls night out." Kyanna knew well enough Tiffany and her mother Jessie were on really bad terms, mostly due to Tiffany, so when Tiffany mentioned her mother, it wasn't as an excuse. "The last time we had a 'girls night out', she invited a bunch of her "fellow actresses"; when they weren't smoking like crazy, they were talking about the different 'sizes' of the male actors they had worked with. I just got fed up with it and left, I don't even think she realized I was gone." Tiffany's expression went from sick to hurt; Kyanna walked up behind her and hugged her from behind, "Hey, don't sweat the details, the two of us can go out tonight and forget about our problems with some good clean fun!" Tiffany smiled and joyfully exclaimed, "Yeah!"
Later that evening, at the Corkscrew Carnival, Kyanna and Tiffany were busy throwing their troubles away with exciting rides, carnival junk food, and a skillfully won plush toy for each. Tiffany had long since forgotten her mom, Kyanna had left her son in the reliable hands of his babysitter, and both girls left the Angel of Darkness somewhere in the back of their minds. Not even running into Audrey and Nikki could have ruined their fun, until all four of them found themselves standing together in line for the roller coaster. "Oh god, why are you here?" Audrey groaned as she stood directly behind Kyanna. "That's my line! Aren't you supposed to be in some dark corner at Lusties? No doubt provoking someone like usual," Kyanna retorted harshly.
"Hey, hey, guys. Come on, we're all here to have fun so let's just try to get along at least for a little while, okay." Tiffany begged, hopping not to choose between having to side with either of her friends. "Yeah, you guys. After this, let's go win some free shit, I've got all the games here figured out," Nikki boasted proudly. "Yeah, okay." "Fine, whatever." Kyanna and Audrey retorted respectively.
All in all, the girls enjoyed their evening. For the last hour and a half, they enjoyed several rides, indulged in sweet and greasy food, played numerous games (with Nikki proving her prowess), and laughed as if the four of them had been friends their whole lives. Even Kyanna and Audrey found one another seemingly endurable for the time being.
As the girls left the carnival, the four of them continued down the road together, the festive sounds and joyful screams growing fainter with every step they took. "Well, gotta admit that was a lot more fun than I had expected it to be," Nikki confessed, a hint of exhaustion and glee in her voice. Audrey threw her arm around Nikki and childishly quipped, "See? Leaving your room and actually existing once in a while can be fun!" "Come on Audrey, I don't stay in my room all the time," Nikki retorted embarrassed but with a smile. Tiffany and Kyanna laughed at the two exchange remarks, and then smiled at each other; "This was fun. We should really do it again sometime," Kyanna admitted to Tiffany, "Yeah, maybe next time we can all meet up at the same time and enjoy it together!"
The four of them together was almost picturesque, despite their flaws and personal issues, at that moment the four of them had put aside all that and were actually able to enjoy themselves with each other's company. At least until they walked into a familiar face.
"Well, well, if it ain't the yappity little bitch," the four girls suddenly stopped as Charlie stood about eight feet away from them. "Ugh, seriously? And this night was going so well too!" Audrey groaned as she raised her head to the sky then trained her sights back on Charlie. "Yeah, yeah, keep talking. With a mouth like yours, my friends are gonna love you," Charlie retorted sarcastically. Suddenly, two guys appeared behind Charlie as five other guys walked up from behind the girls; their creepy laughs sending chills down Kyanna and Tiffany spines. "Hey, Charlie, you didn't tell me she'd have friends," one of his accomplices stated creepily as he eyed Nikki perversely. "Dude, check out the tits on that one, they're huge! We're gonna have some fun with her!" spouted another one from behind Charlie as he stripped Kyanna with his eyes.
Kyanna, being the oldest, shielded Nikki with her arm while Audrey and Tiffany backed themselves up against Nikki and Kyanna's backs all the while covering their chests with their arms. "Calm down boys," came a voice that sounded too deep to belong to any of the guys in front of them, "there's plenty to go around." As Kyanna and Nikki turned around, they saw the same as Tiffany and Audrey, a giant of a man standing well over eight feet tall with enough muscle to bench press a bus; admittedly, the man's appearance seemed almost inhuman. "Got that right boss! So, which one you want, huh?" sneered one of the guys standing in front of him. "Doesn't matter; you boys know I'm not picky," answered the behemoth with heartless emotion. "Works fine for me, but the red head bitch is mine; gotta score to settle with her," Charlie said as he punched his hand into his other palm then started towards Audrey.
The feeling of terror running down her entire body, Audrey faced the approaching Charlie with the look of a small rabbit cornered by a large python. Kyanna slowly raised her arm in front of the terrified French girl, instinctively trying to protect the small girl. Seeing this Charlie smiled venomously and mocked, "What? You wanna go first? Hey, that works for me too. When we're done with all of you, you're gonna be seeing stars!"
In that instant, the heads of the two guys standing directly behind Charlie suddenly lit up with piercing light flashing from within their skulls. Their eyes and mouths being the only visible escape for this almost ethereal light; and as their head glowed terrifyingly, they let out screams filled with an unearthly pain. Charlie turned just as the light faded from the now two dead husks; and as he watched the two corpses fall to the ground, he instinctively stepped back before seeing the bottom of a size ten crash into his face.
The four girls ducked on impulse as Charlie's body went sailing clear over their heads; as they turned and saw the young man lying on his back, gurgling and struggling to breathe, the sound of something whisking itself over their heads caught their attention. Before they could look up however, a young man had landed half way between them and the remaining thugs; as he stood up he bore the appearance of a twenty four year old man wearing all black including a black blazer with gold trimming and a silver emblem of a sword fused with an infinity symbol standing right-side up on its back. "What the hell? The hell do think you are, huh? Some kind of wannabe hero or something?" howled a thug, the sound of his fear resonating with the aura of darkness that permeated from his being.
"What am I? That depends on who you ask," the young man responded sinisterly, "some call me an Anomaly. Others call me a Champion. Others call me by my chosen name: Cross," As he finished the last statement, the young man reached into the left side of his blazer and pulled out a meter long, obsidian colored sword; a simplistic weapon in design, it resembled those of the thin, double-edged swords used by the knights of old, with only two distinct differences, the first being the markings carved into the blade and second, and certainly the most important, was that this sword was forged by a being far more powerful than any mortal could possibly fathom.
The man trained the point of the sword on those in front of him and suddenly jumped a good fifteen feet into the air. As he fell to earth with the speed of a small comet, he drop-kicked the towering boss and sent him skidding back several meters before coming to a complete stop. The young man then turned his gaze on the five standing grunts, "you all however, can just die!" With that, he lunged at the man standing at the center of the five and ran his sword right through his chest, a flash of light signaling his soul's departure from its host. For the two standing closest to the center, a skillful spin sent the blade slicing through one man's torso while the other man was dealt a neck breaking kick to the head. As for the last two, one backed up against the wall and slid to the ground as the swordsman approached him; standing before him, a reaper appropriately dressed in black, placed his free hand upon the frightened man's head and, with a surge of ethereal light, his soul departed for the Gate of Judgment. As for the other, he humbly fell to his knees; hands tightly clasped together, his forehead grinding itself into the concrete sidewalk, pleading penitently for mercy. The swordsman stood over him and watched the poor fool pitifully beg for his life…. only to run his blade directly into the groveling man's back, right through his heart, and out his chest, a surge of light seen searing itself into the concrete.
The swordsman then walked over to Charlie, still lying on the ground, still gurgling with every breath he took, still bleeding from his mouth, eyes, and ears. The swordsman knelt down on one knee, looked over Charlie from above and said, "You should've just manned up and walked away." Charlie knew, right then and there, this was the man he encountered two days ago, the same man who stopped him from punching Audrey the first time, the same man who lifted him six inches off the ground with a single hand, the same man whose voice frightened him to the center of his soul…. and the same man who had given him a chance to avoid all this. Cross placed his hand on Charlie's forehead, "May God have mercy on your soul…. for I will not." Unlike the others, Charlie's head did not flash with a blaze of light but erupted with a flash of darkness in the exact same manner as those before him; he was dead.
As the young man stood up once again, the voice from the large man could be heard close behind him, "You… retched… little cur! How dare you intervene with my duties! How dare you execute my faithful subordinates!" Cross turned his gaze on the kneeling behemoth, a line of red blood dripping from the side of his mouth, as the giant got to feet Cross took a step towards him, sword in his right hand and mocked, almost offended, "Your 'duties'? Your 'faithful' subordinates? You've some nerve using those words you fallen retch. Do you still believe yourself to be a servant of the Lord? A soldier of God? One of those who willingly stands, fights, and readily dies for the cause?"
Cross took another step towards the man, who, now standing up, was easily two or three feet taller than Cross, "Don't insult me, you retched abomination. I have stood besides those who were truly devout! Those who were truly faithful! And you, you disgusting creature, are not like any of them!"
The giant glared at Cross and his offensive labels, "You dare look down on me? I have faced countless evils in this petty feud between God and Lucifer! I have lost countless allies because of God's refusal to strike down the Morningstar! And now, after countless millennia, I am to stand here and endure ridicule by the likes of you! An Anomaly!" At these words, the behemoth unfurled three pairs of crimson red wings from his back, "I am a Seraphim! Mightiest of God's Angels! Second only to the first three Archangels and the Morningstar himself! What power has the likes of you to look down on me?"
Cross leered at the Seraphim, unfazed by his overzealous display of dominance. "Seraphim, huh? A war angel with a bad attitude and a penchant for using ethereal fire to get the job done. I've heard of you guys; you're only deployed to deal with prime evils or the equivalent. Please…. you're nothing but an old man, flaunting a once honored position now wasted on the likes of you," Cross retorted in disgust to the six winged angel standing before him. The same six winged angel that had grown tired of being insulted, "You retched piece of garbage; what power have you to dishonor me?!" The Seraphim reeled his fist back and, with unearthly strength, attacked Cross with the roar of a monster.
Despite the Seraphim's enormous strength, his fist was brought to a sudden stop by Cross' left hand. The scene was truly unreal, a young man less than six feet tall had stopped the hand of a nine foot, six winged, muscular angel; it was so ridicules, it was almost funny. As Cross peered into the eyes of the Seraphim, "What power?" he asked as he unfurled ten jet black wings, three on the outer sides for a total of six and a total of four adjacent to themselves closer to his spine, "…. enough." Terror infected the Seraphim as he attempted to reel himself away from Cross, an effort that proved meaningless as with a single flap of a single pair of wings, Cross lunged at the frightened war angel, pierced his chest with his obsidian sword and brought the giant to the ground on his back.
As ethereal light began to erupt from the behemoth's body, Cross turned to Kyanna and the other girls and yelled, "Shut your eyes!" The girls responded in time, as the Seraphim's body exploded with a divine flash that would have scorched the eyes of anyone who was foolish enough to bear witness. As the gale-like force from the eruption ceded, the girls uncovered their eyes to witness a sight they could never have dreamed of seeing; as the Seraphim's body lay dead on the ground, surrounding the now empty vessel were what looked like fossilized impressions of his wings, all six of them, in the concrete and in the side of the building. The girls were speechless; while Cross, his ten majestic wings still visible, 'sheathed' his sword back into the left side of his blazer. He turned and appeared instantly in front of the girls, grabbed Kyanna by the wrist and enveloped the others with his wings before they all vanished in the blink of an eye.
In the span of two minutes Cross had dropped off Audrey, Nikki, and Tiffany at their respective places, leaving each and every one of them shocked, confused, and all around bewildered. Lastly, he 'landed' just outside of Kyanna's place, the young woman still embracing him as he retracted his wings and made them vanish. Kyanna slowly loosened her grip till the two of them were separated; the two remained silent for a moment as Kyanna maintained her gaze on Cross' chest while he stared at her from a slightly higher angle. Moments later, the door to Kyanna's place opened and there stood an older woman about thirty some odd years, she jumped back in surprise when she saw the two of them, then turned her eyes towards Kyanna and said, "Oh, Kyanna, I heard the door creak but I wasn't sure it was you." Kyanna turned to the woman and awkwardly responded, "Oh… yeah. I'm home, I guess." As Cross inspected the woman, he presumed her to be Philip's babysitter; "Are you okay, Kyanna? You look a tad pale?" She asked concerned before giving Cross a suspicious glance. Kyanna quickly waved her hands as she vouched for Cross, claiming that he was her boyfriend, and that he had brought her home because she wasn't feeling well. Cross could tell by the darkness seeping from her that she did not trust him, but she accepted Kyanna's explanation.
Kyanna invited Cross inside, which he humbly accepted; once inside Cross glanced about while Kyanna and the babysitter went into the other room. After a minute or so, the two ladies came back and the two exchanged goodbyes. After the sitter had left, an awkward silence fell on the room; several minutes passed while the two said nothing. Cross, stepped towards Kyanna and quietly said, "I guess I should get going." As Crossed passed Kyanna he felt a tug on his sleeve, he turned to see her holding it with a trembling hand; Cross turned the whole of his body and saw her whole body was shacking. "Kyanna?" Cross asked; Kyanna let go of his sleeved then embraced him with a grip he'd never experienced before. Her trembling even more evident than before, Cross could feel the fear in her darkness, the images produced by her terrified mind appeared vividly in his own; all this time Cross believed that it his own actions that terrified her but this was not true. On the contrary, the images Kyanna saw in her mind were thoughts of what might have happened to her had he not shown up when he did.
Cross could feel her pain course through him, the darkness produced by her fear and sadness thicker than the shade of his own wings. He wrapped her in his embrace, stroking her long black hair comfortingly, all the while absorbing her darkness into himself. As the minutes passed, her trembling body began to settle until she eased her grip around Cross; still she held him in her embrace though now it was an affectionate embrace rather than a cling for support.
After a few seconds Kyanna buckled under her own weight; as she slid to the ground Cross caught her and, with unimaginable ease, lifted her up in his arms, cradling her gently and securely. As he carried her through her place he found her room and, with one of his wings whisked the cover from the bed to the side. Rounding the corner of her bed, he placed her gently on top of the mattress; he leaned over and took off her shoes, placing them neatly under her bed; after which, he reached over to grab the covers and pulled them over her. Kyanna reached out from under the covers and took hold of his sleeve again and quietly pleaded, "Please. Please, stay. Even just for a little while…. Don't leave me." Cross could see tears welling up in her eyes; he gently wiped them away, smiled and said, "Okay."
Kyanna returned his smile with her own; for the first time in a very long day, she felt a sense of reassurance and security. She wrapped her arms around Cross' neck and drew him over her and onto the bedside next to her; Cross wrapped his arm around Kyanna's back and embraced gently but firmly enough to where she felt at ease. He momentarily stopped his embrace only to re-cover her with the bedspread before once again placing his arm around her side and caressed her upper back.
It had been a long time since Kyanna felt such warmth in her bed and, unlike the last time, this man was not sleeping with her for pleasure, but perhaps, she secretly hoped, for the same reason she had. She pulled herself closer towards Cross till she could hear the beating of his heart, it was very calm and yet very strong. She steadily felt herself drifting off to sleep, the beating heart of the man she fell in love with still echoing strongly in her ears. And as the seconds passed, Kyanna fell asleep, embraced in the arms of her own personal guardian angel, her own Angel of Darkness.
As the sound of sirens could be heard approaching, a pair of dainty-purple ballerina shoes planted themselves right next to the Seraphim's empty vessel; as the owner of these shoes knelt down, she curiously poked the vessel until it began to disintegrate into ethereal particles. Once completed evaporated, the young woman whom had been kneeling besides the vessel stood up, turned her head to starry sky and giggled, "Wow, angels duking it out in the middle of her territory like that? Venus is gonna be pissed." And with a soft flash of glitter and sparkle, the young woman vanished like a ghost, her last words echoing with the approaching sirens, "This is gonna get interesting."
To be Continued.