"[Saint Anthony] said, in his solitude, he sometimes encountered devils who looked like angels, and other times he found angels who looked like devils. When asked how he could tell the difference, the saint said that you can only tell which is which by the way you feel after the creature has left your company."
― Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat, Pray, Love

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(I have Split Chapter 10 and created 11 both have additions if this seems familiar.)

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After his hot shower, Rick found a different set of clothes awaiting him. These things weren't there when he entered the shower. He was curious, but he didn't question. The moisturizer. Underwear. White crisp shirt. Cufflinks with nicely engraved lion with large diamond studs for the eyes. Fangs of the teeth sharp. The black pants fit perfect. Leather belt. Engraved buckle of a Lion even more ornate. He stood in the mirror a second longer than normal wondering to himself how did she know his dick rested comfortably on the right? Socks. Perfect shoe size. The brand was expensive and very comfortable. She wanted him dressed a certain way. He admired himself in the mirror.

After he had dressed, Rick stepped out of Michonne's bedroom into the living room taking notice that his ejaculation that stained the floor and the leather sofa less than thirty minutes ago were wiped away. Nothing was amiss. He could smell her, sweet and floral. She was close as he sought her. Michonne.

Michonne's dreads were already done up in another elaborate bun upon her head as intricate as before, the loosened high ponytail gone, along with the plaid school uniform. She wore an expensive looking dress that accentuated her curves and the heels she wore made her leg calves more pronounced, she had her back to him as she waited. She was waiting for him. Rick.

Rick was surprised that she handed to him the keys to her Corvette. He wordlessly opened the passenger side door and watched her slight grimace when she bent and sat.

"Next time you will know to behave yourself." Rick's voice was merely a whisper as he smirked. His dick jumped when she nodded in agreement. The shiny black Corvette recognized her voice when she called for music and the volume adjusted when K'Jon: On The Ocean began to play. It was a song Rick had never heard. He listened to the lyrics. He enjoyed the random selection.

The Corvette handled well under his control. It was like he was born to always drive the top of the line model Z06. He had an almost irresistible urge to pull over immediately and fuck Michonne on the top of the hood. He glanced over to her and she was smiling staring straight ahead. He wondered if she knew what he was thinking.

"Naughty boy."

Rick wondered how many dick strokes it would take for Michonne to climax screaming his name.

"Would this be after I mark you or after you mark me?" Michonne asked.

"How...?" Rick began curious for answers to how she was either privy to his thoughts or was it just coincidence with the sexual energy between them. Michonne casually ignored his query.

"The car is already programmed for my Uncle's house. Just follow along." Michonne instructed. "My Uncle Charley is a very unusual person. Just listen to him. Take note. Most of what he says won't make sense. Well a lot of what he says won't make sense to the average person but listen to him and only comment if you deem necessary to the conversation. You will find that you don't have to say much to garner a lot. Also, under no circumstance do you tell him or any one around him that he looks and or sounds like Morgan Freedman."

"Does he?"

"I am warning you. I don't want to have to fight my Uncle when I have warned you."

"There is someone else that may be there and he is similar in disposition regarding with being compared and his name is Niv."

"Niv?"

"He hasn't been around long and he may make an appearance if my Uncle presses the issue. I have no idea how we are related and I am unsure if we are. I have only been in this person's presence when he first arrived. We all had to be there. I have had stories that have been relayed back to me. From what I gathered, never tell him he looks like a Vin Diesel. I for one have no clue to a Vin Diesel and have had every intentions to research this but have found other things to distract me from looking this up. Do not infer that he looks or sounds like a Vin Diesel."

"Do you not watch movies, Michonne?" Rick recalled not seeing a television in her house. The music changed to Fugees: Ready Or Not. Rick took note.

"No."

"No?"

"I write in a Diary my thoughts. I meditate. I have no reason to subject my mind to what the movie wants me to think. How the movie wants me to think."

"No Movie Night for us?"

"That would extend the Day."

"It would."

Make a Right on Lion Rd and you will have reached your Destination.

"You listen to music. This music. Why?"

"I try to imagine what it would be like. Verbal...I listen to the music because it stirs me. Nuances. I can almost feel or maybe understand. I can almost grasp it. I think."

"What?"

"Love. I want to know what makes a person sing and write about it, kill for it...because of it. From where I am from it's just loyalty that moves us about. Love has to be a more deadlier combination wouldn't you think?" Michonne eyed Rick for understanding but found herself peering into his mind slowly, making him comfortable since he was receptive.

You have arrived at your Destination...

Rick's attraction to Michonne was exhilarating. The burning was nice and even though he didn't understand it he didn't care. He didn't ask questions because he was enjoying this intoxicated state. Parked. Sitting still in the driver seat and she seated in the passenger seat. Her hand on top of his. More Transference. Jessie Ware: Sweetest Song.

What was fed in his mind was that he needed to listen. Michonne's voice reassured him. Soothed him. He listened and waited for her to tell him what she wanted him to do and he fell back into sub without a second thought when he exited the vehicle to open her door. He was introduced to a very warm group of people that included Uncle Charley who actually had a lot to say about a lot of random things. He did indeed look and sound like Morgan Freeman. The compulsion to tell him was almost unbearable.

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Jessie stood in the garage watching Shane reverse his pickup truck out of the driveway. Rick walked up to her looking no better for wear that afternoon. He still reeked. He had an odor equivalent to that of a skunk the closer he got. It disturbed her that he could not smell himself.

"Where have you been Rick? You haven't answered my calls." She tried not to breathe. She held her breath. "We need to discuss what I walked in on this morning."

"I needed to get some fresh air. Went fishing with Shane this morning. You were sleeping."

"Rick, you didn't say anything. Why didn't you say you were leaving?" Jessie exhaled and inhaled.

"I needed to get my thoughts together and I want to say this to you right now. I was lonely Jessie. Just plain lonely when we started out. I been without someone steady for three years after my divorce and then you won the Auction a year ago and it was a couple of months later that we went to dinner, one thing led to another. I did try dating other people before this thing with you began and I failed at it. This thing with you was safe and wrong. We were wrong. I should have never allowed it and well, all that to say...I don't want to continue."

"I just dont' know how to think about all of this." Jessie exhaled.

"I am not trying to hurt you Jessie. I want to make a clean break. I don't want to prolong anything. I just don't want to do this. I don't. It makes no sense for me to be here when your kids get here either. I have a place lined up where I can go and stay. I can stay by Shane's for awhile until I figure out my next move."

"I know it's because of our children not getting along. Ron and Carl not liking each other and..."

"You being Lori's Friend too and I wonder why you don't care about your friendship with Lori."

"I left my husband for..."

"I want to pursue her. You asked me if I did a couple of days ago. I do. That's what you walked in on a few hours ago. I don't want to do it in secret. I don't want to do it without telling you where I want to be and where you most likely will find me running off to every second I can spare to be up under her when I am not trying to kiss Carl's ass and beg for his forgiveness."

"Well, damn Rick." Jessie was left with nothing to work with in that moment.

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Heaven only knows why I was still with Jessie. I certainly didn't know the real true answer to it other than it was easier than being alone and I felt keenly responsible if not wholly to blame. It felt like it was getting very difficult to extricate myself from her compared to how easy it was to become interwoven into her life. I had to find a seam ripper and with my choice of words I watched how we slowly began to unravel right after Jessie lost the auction. I watched as she tried to capture every loose ends. I had to take her by the wrist and stop her from taking my face into her hands. I was sure. My words were sure. My box may have been empty but I was determined. I was moving out. It was for the best. Plus I wasn't feeling well.

"Rick, are you okay? You look flushed. You are very warm and you still have that smell for heaven sakes." Jessie scowled and turned her face to see the two large empty brown boxes in the living room.

"No. I am not okay. I will be alright I have been a little warm and I have no idea about the rest. I have no idea what smell that is on me that is puttting you off and right now it doesn't matter. Really makes no difference."

"Is that smell her?" Jessie asked. It was no longer skunk like. It wasn't pleasant either. Not totally repulsive.

"Yes." My confirmation filled my taste buds with Michonne as I spoke. I swallowed. I then began to pick up her scent and I felt nervous because I had to swallow again. How was it that I still had Michonne's sweet slick cum coating my tongue. How was this possible. I swalllowed hard.

"You just met her though? You don't even know..."

I had to rush to the kitchen sink and get a glass of water. I felt hot and thirsty. I gulped the whole glass. Arms encassed my waist from behind, Jessie's face pressed to my back. I passed out on the kitchen floor to only wake up in the hospital.

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Spencer drove the first and only unmarked vehicle in response to Shane's call for back up. It was intercepted by Sasha. Shane...Just the sight of him caused Spencer to grip the steering wheel tightly before gaining the calm he would need to interact.

Spencer wasn't long on the force and he was still wet behind the ears and he took a lot of ribbing from Deputy Walsh. The idea of having to convince Walsh to release Daryl into his custody was more than daunting. Spencer knew how to deal with designated DOMs and all levels of SUBs but this particular Dick reminded him constantly how out of his element he was. Shane...a brain dead Asshole.

Sasha was angry with his hesitation. Spencer could feel Sasha's agitation within the outer recess of his mind. She was poking him to hurry and hurry he did.

"Don't you think you should check on Rick? I mean, I can stay with Daryl." Spencer suggested.

Shane didn't notice the Goosebumps or the hairs that were standing on end or how Daryl's body shuddered. Spencer was surprised how easily Shane was ready to comply. Loyalty and Love for a friend, trumping rules and regulations? Spencer took note that signaled into the atmosphere the strange nuance of the two together in combination. Shane took off on foot in search of Rick after allowing the newest Deputy in King's County to take on the simple task of babysitting until other's from the Sheriff's Department arrived.

Spencer took one long look at Daryl. He was in awe of the sight because Daryl wasn't terrifying. He was in every sense an unassuming redneck that was in need of a shirt to cover the bite marks on the front torso and arms, neck couldn't be helped unless a turtleneck, and a pair of shoes. Spencer cast his eyes downward. This may have been his first time but he did know the rules. He was in the presence of a Warrior Angel from the Second Sphere. Spencer knelt on one knee. Respect.

"Stand. Stand, before someone comes about and thinks this is something else."

"Yes, Yes. Lyrad."

"Daryl. It is Daryl here."

"Yes." Spencer afforded Daryl the silence he would need for meditation if that was what he needed as he drove.

Daryl emitted a loud sigh. He wouldn't have to vehemently refuse to go to the hospital or decline to file a police report because this situation never happened, entering the vehicle on his own accord demonstrated just that, he was accepting whatever was to happen. This was strangely his Fate. He could have easily overtaken Spencer but Daryl was tired of running. After awhile, he wasn't to sure why he was so hell-bent on being hidden away now that Sasha had stirred him. Ever since he caught sight of her in the parking lot standing by a Black Mustang at the King's County Fair. He sat in the backseat resigned to the fact that he was no longer going to fight against his Destiny.

It only took two miles down Route 10 and there stood Sasha in the middle of the road. Her small frame and untamed hair becoming more visible the closer the unmarked vehicle approached, coming to an eventual stop.

"Shit." Daryl cursed unable to control the annoyance he felt even though brief. "Run her the fuck over. Run her the fuck over. Don't stop. Don''t..."

Spencer who was driving stopped the car. Sasha walked to the back where Daryl sat and got in. The sound of the door prompted Spencer to drive but not in the direction of the station but to Lions Rd.

"I didn't know LyraD. It was too late. If I would have known I would have not tried to mark you."

"I am not permanently marked by you. My flesh bruised but not my spirit. I did not give you expressed permission and now you have, we have caused an awakening. I did not agree to it. I didn't say it was okay. Now we have the likes of the Governor and Negan that will soon be aware that I am here."

"We can protect you."

"Protect me? You will need me to protect the den of snakes, but I am not the type of Eunuch that would be the appropriate guard as you and I both know."

"I can't submit to you but I can help protect you."

"Uncle Charley?"

"Yes. He is the only way to get to Ezekiel. We know about the dead that will soon walk the earth. How it will be identical to hell. We are preparing."

"All of us cast about getting lost in our way because of Choice, I say we have been dealt a losing hand if the only thing your Sphere's been thinking about as way of preparation is fucking." Daryl responded dryly.

"Marking. We are going to need an army." Michonne corrected Daryl's assertion as Sasha quietly reverted very subtly.

Daryl glanced at a bite mark on his arm that should have been turning purple but instead were vanishing, then back at Sasha. He noticed.

"Who are you?" Daryl asked.

"Sasha."

"No...Who are you?"

"I am I." Michonne revealed herself in that moment in place of Sasha.

"Who do you serve?" Daryl needed to know.

"Her." Sasha smiled when Michonne stepped back from her mind in the instant the question was asked of her.

"Who is Her?" Daryl asked sensing the change of presence again.

"I." Michonne responded.

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A/N:

I don't know why I have an aversion to long chapters for my own stories...riddle me crazy as this story...LOL. I have tweaked Chapter 1 and 2. I have tweaked Chapter ten and split it into 11 with additions. I have more but trying to figure out ways to make it a thousand words or less and I am failing...

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P.S.

Foxissofoxy terminology for Foxy world:

Scenting: Consuming or tasting another's cum/orgasm. Effects last two years if no additional sexual contact is involved. Permission is needed but not necessary it can be assumed if you are in the SUB/DOM community. Scenting does allow temporary mind/thought Sharing dependent upon the power of the DOM who is scenting and how receptive the Sub/DOM is to sharing mind/thoughts. Multiple people can be scented. Michonne is a very HIGH level DOM/ANGEL in this Story but she is not the only one for example and it has been somewhat implied.

Marked/Marking: Two variations can occur one through mating and one before or after a battle. Marking occurs for those in the SUB/DOM community that want to continue with particular partners but permission will not be granted to others where scenting permission could be granted. The mark will fade in time but any one remotely showing sexual interest in a marked person the mark would visibly appear upon the neck and various body parts to indicate the obvious. Marked can move about much more freely than the scented. Marked provided an element of surprise. I will discuss battle or fighting when we get to it but the mark is on the wrist to indicate which side the person is fighting for or against.

Branded: Are actual Angels. Every angel is terrifying. Daryl Dixon is the first acknowledged angel. He is a Warrior Angel from the Second Sphere of Angels and the level he's from will/may be explored.