The Secrets of the Gods
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Chapter 2
I sat on the roof of our covered porch; a cool breeze ruffled my hair. The air had a chill in it that was not there the week before. Autumn was approaching. There was no moon visible tonight; nor any stars for that matter; the sky was blanketed in clouds casting the surrounding forest in shadow. There was the very slight sound of fabric shifting over skin, before a tan pant leg came through the window, followed by the rest of Quatre's body. The young Arab crouched next to me for a few minutes.
"It is done." He said softly; I scowled at him; "He's finally asleep. We didn't give him much...only enough to make him sleep." My scowl deepened.
"When he wakes up, he's gonna kill all three of you." I stated simply. Quatre sighed,
"Shini, we had to do something; he hasn't slept in nearly a week!"
"I know that Q; but still, Heero's gonna be pissed when he wakes up and finds out that you guys drugged him! He's never gonna trust any of us ever again!" I stated; trying very hard to keep the growl out of my voice. I had spent weeks, no months working on getting Heero to trust me enough that he didn't tense up whenever I walked into the room. So far it had been working; I could come within arms length of Yuy before he began to get uncomfortable and feel threatened. Now all that was blown completely out the window.
"I doubt that when Heero wakes up tomorrow that he'll see this as anything other then a betrayal of the small amount of trust he put in us! Even if it was for his own good! Hell I know I wouldn't be comfortable around you guys anymore! This sorta thing makes me very glad I'm not quite human and drugs don't have an effect on me."
"Shini...."
"Enough Odin; I know it had to be done, I know. I just wish there was another way, because I know what will happen...I know how he'll react to this, it's the exact same way I would." Neither of us spoke after that for what seemed to be a very long time. Quatre glanced at his watch;
"Well the others should be in bed; do you want to do the sweep tonight? Or do you want me to?" He asked, already knowing the answer.
"I will." I reply, climbing to my feet.
"Safe hunting then." Quatre said as he slipped back into the window.
I gave a small leapt and caught a hold of the roof ledge that hung eight feet above me, and pulled myself up. Quickly I walked to the edge of the house and stood there for a moment; my glaze traveled around the immediate area. My sharp eyes piercing the blackness of the forest with ease...there was no one in sight. I gently sniffed the air; nothing but the scent of trees and earth and the faint scent off deer to the south. Satisfied that I was alone, save for the four sleeping beings in the house; I dropped the illusion that I was forced to wear. Ever since my thirteenth birthday I had had to wear an illusion to hide the fact that I wasn't human. Granted it was not much of a change, only my ears became pointed like an elf's, my fingers were now tipped in claws, the pupils of my eyes were slits of black like a serpents, and my incisors had grown to about a half inch. I shook my head, my braid swayed lightly against my back; the sharp pieces of stone that had suddenly appeared in my silky locks glinted in the light from the porch. They were not dramatic changes, but changes that needed to be hidden none the less. Fortunately for me, the rest of my transformation had to be done consciously. Or in other words, I had to think about it. I closed my eyes and focused of the dark red glow at the center of my being; I gave a slight tug, and suddenly pain exploded in my back. I hissed as two six foot long black wings sprouted from my shoulder blades, and a five foot long tail sprouted from my tailbone. I shook myself like a dog to get the blood off them, my great leathery wings flopped back and forth and my long muscular tail flicked this way and that. Then I flexed my shoulders, spreading my wings out, getting use to the weight on my back again. It had been a shock when I had first transformed into this half human hybrid form and had realized how heavy my wings were; but it was a welcomed relief to finally be able to fly again. I had not realized how much I had missed the wind beneath my wings before I had taken my first flight.
I spread my wings and leapt into the air, gliding toward the ground a bit before a light gust of wind carried me up into the sky. I flapped my wings a couple times to stabilize myself; then I concentrated on wrapping the darkness and shadows around me, shielding myself from any prying eyes. We did NOT need any rumors about strange flying objects in THIS part of the world. There were already way too many rumors flying around as it was; very disturbing rumors at that. Which is my whole reason for being in the mortal realm again.
I was born several millennia ago and was given the name Shinigami; I am a true daughter of darkness; for my mother is the Goddess Nyx, Lady of the Night, and my father is the "Evil" Lucifer, the Price of Darkness that Christians fear so much. I am the result of a union between the Night and the Darkness. For centuries I served my parents; being a Goddess of Death and Chaos; and I still serve my parents now. Fifteen years ago, before the child who would eventually be known as Duo Maxwell was born; I was summoned to the hall of my father in the depths of Hell. For those of you who are not familiar with the realms of Hell, Lucifer's throne is in the ninth hell, the deepest of the Hell's. Unlike its counterparts, ninth Hell is not a place of fire and brimstone; on the contrary, ninth hell is completely made of ice. This is were the worst of the sinners go; they are buried up to their heads in the ice, and sometimes depending on their crimes, they are completely covered in ice (1). For those that are not completely covered, they have the misfortune of occasionally being the toys of some of the younger demons. Meanwhile at the far end of this icy realm, sits the throne of Satan. An enormous structure made out of black volcanic stone and carved into a semblance of flames. Hephaestus (2) truly out did himself when he created my father's throne.
Many humans believe that my father is some hideous creature sent to steal their souls; granted that he does tempt people to do evil things, but that is what he is. He is the darker side of humans. However he is not as hideous as many think; in fact, he's gorgeous by human standards. I mean honestly; he is an Angel; just not one of light. So instead of dad having white feathered wings; he has midnight black feathers; and silver hair that falls down his back like liquid mercury; and his eyes are a fierce golden yellow, exactly like a serpents.
I walked down the icy path lined by the heads of sinners. Lucifer sat on his black throne, one clawed hand absently stoking the head of Áìá, one of the many Hounds of Hell that my father commanded. The beast was build like a grey hound; yet it had scales like a dragon. Hell Hounds were by dog standards huge, easily putting any mastiff to shame. Áìá however was by far the largest as well as was my father's favorite of the hounds. "Áìá stood about five foot at his shoulders, and that was when he was relaxing, when he felt threatened and got aggressive he was twice as large; he was thin with long legs and a whip-like tail, and every inch of him was covered in glistening black scales. His glowing emerald eyes watched me as I approached my father's throne.
"Shinigami, how nice to see you." My father said, coming over to give me a hug. My father may be the Prince of Darkness, but he still was a loving father. I returned his embrace;
"How are things goin', da?" I asked, knowing that there was a reason he had called me down to him. The smile faded from his lips;
"It seems that there has been a lot of activity on the surface realm." He said, motioning for a looking-glass with a regal wave of his hand. A large round mirror floated over to my father. He stroked it with one clawed finger and the surface turned red, then began to swirl different colors. "I have been getting reports that the Gods are returning to Earth, and with their return, the remaining Children are becoming more active." The colors in the mirror solidified into an image. It was an image of a pack of wolves attacking a small village in Montana. No, they weren't ordinary wolves, for one normal wolves did NOT attack humans, and two; because these wolves were the size of bears. "Werewolves." I whispered, slightly surprised that there were any left, "I thought that the Wolves had been hunted to the brink of extinction?"
"Indeed, they had been," my father said, "there are few packs of any sizable number left in the world. This is the largest pack I've seen in centuries." The image in the mirror changed again, this time showing two vampires slaughtering a group of humans.
"These I can't blame too much; those humans were trying to experiment on them;" he said, "But it still illustrates the point that the Children are becoming more active."
I looked hard at my old man; there were worry lines on his ageless face, and I can feel the unease that is rolling off him. "You think there's more to it;" I stated, then, "Do you think it's because of Loki? Could he have returned from the void?"
"I do not know, Shini; I honestly don't. I have my suspicions, but no proof. That is why I have sent for you, daughter. I wish for you to go to the human realm, live as a human and get accustomed to their world until I figure out what is going on and why the Children are waking. This way, hopefully by the time the need rises; you'll be old enough and will have enough experience as a human to be of assistance."
ME? Go to the human realm? Not just to visit there, but to live as a human?? For some reason the idea intrigued me. I had always wished to go to the human world, not as a death to take souls, but to actually walk in the light of the sun and feel the wind that blew the trees.
"Will you do it, daughter?" Lucifer asked; I smiled. He could not force me to do this for him; I had achieved godhood several centuries earlier and under no ones command except the Great God. But since that particular being never seemed to get involved in the world he/she created; there was no one who could control me.
"I will father," I said, giving him a small bow of respect, "living as a human for a while sounds like an entertaining venture......"
Entertaining indeed. I snorted. Life as a human was far more difficult then I had thought. Unlike Odin, I had known who I was the entire time I was born. My human parents had thought I was a genius. Snort no I was only a millennia old death deity inside a six year old body. However, I wasn't able to reach my powers until my thirteenth birthday. By that time, I had already felt the heart break of loosing my parents, my best friend, and my surrogate parents.
I paused in my patrol and doubled back. I had smelled something in this area that had not been in the others. I angled my flight closer to the tree line and circled, trying to catch whatever it was that had set alarms off in my head. I then noticed that there were no night creatures making noise below; no owls, no night birds, no crickets. The forest was silent. Something was wrong...
As silent as the surrounding shadows, I dropped into the canopy and landed lightly on the branch of a tree. I looked around; my eyes pierced the inky blackness of the forest.
There. Movement.
Silent as any forest predator I slinked along the tree branches, closer to the figures I saw moving in the gloom. As I drew closer I could smell the gun powder and sweat that these intruders gave off; waves of malevolent energy radiated from them. I paused above them; resisting the sudden urge to leap upon my prey and quench my thirst.
"Are you sure that it's this way?" One of the men asked; he was dressed in a soldier's uniform. Were they OZ then?
"Yes, our data indicates that all the attacks in the past month have centered around this location. Their base should be just over this next rise."
I looked around and silently swore in every language I knew. How had they gotten so close to the safe house? Without a second thought I silently raced along the branches of the trees until I reached the clearing about a mile from the house. I leapt into the sky; those soldiers were moving fast, they would be at the house in less then thirty minutes.
"ODIN!" I called, trying to give my comrades some extra time. There was no answer. For the next few minutes as I flew towards the house I called Odin; there was no answer. Either that fool had heard me and was ignoring me, or he was sound asleep. I hit the ground running about six yards from the back porch; hurriedly I transformed back into my human form, grabbing the large black sweatshirt that I had left on the porch and threw it on as I raced into the house. I charged up the stairs; Quatre's and my room was first; I slammed the door open, now openingly swearing. Odin sat straight up in bed, gun instantly pointed at my chest; I didn't pay it any mind, I continued ranting;
"No...you couldn't have been sleepin' lightly, oh no...you had to be a deep fuckin' sleeper so you didn't hear my call!" I snarled as I gathered together my stuff. Luckily I always kept my stuff ready to go in an instant. "We're about to have company coming in at six o'clock, I suggest you hurry up. I'll wake the others." I said as I slung my bag onto my back and strolled out the door. I hit Trowa's and Wufei's room next. Then it's the last door on the hall;
"God I hope he doesn't shoot me" I mumble as I open the door and walk in. This room belonged to Heero; it was courting death to go inside, we all knew this. Heero was a man of privacy; he spoke very little and showed even less emotion. He was a soldier, clear headed, focused and emotionless; the perfect soldier. The perfect soldier who had been drugged by his comrades earlier that night; God someone must hate me tonight.
I froze at the sight before me. The clouds had parted, a single beam of moon light filtered in through the window, falling across Heero's face. He had kicked all the blankets off in his restlessness, and was clad only in his spandex shorts. I had always know he was built; being that he only wore a tank top and those tight spandex shorts; but that still did not prepare me for this. With his normally stern face relaxed and peaceful, and the night breeze lightly tousling his chocolate hair; his olive skin seemed to glow in the pale light of the moon; not to mention the fact that he was only partially dressed sprawled across his bed... Heero Yuy was a vision of lust. My gaze swept up his sleeping form and I felt my blood pressure rise just a bit. Perfect soldier indeed....I muttered mentally. I mean, I am slightly human after all! And he does happen to be a half dressed drop dead gorgeous guy...so sue me. Suddenly Heero frowned in his sleep and he tossed his head; "no..." he whispered, "Please...leave me be.....no...stop....." I could hear the helplessness in his whispered voice, and the fear. He clenched his fists in his sheets, and opened his mouth in a silent scream. I could feel the waves of fear and pain pouring off him. I starred at the normally stone-faced pilot as he thrashed back and forth in bed, tears slipping down his cheeks silently. I starred wide eyed at him. Never had I ever heard Heero cry out in his sleep; not once in the four months that I had known him.
Suddenly the scent of guns and sweat was brought to my nose by the breeze. I shook myself; there would be time later to admire Yuy and wonder about his past; I chided myself mentally. Praying to my Dark Mother that Heero didn't shoot me, I knelt down at the foot of the bed and gently touched his leg. The reaction was instant. Heero was up and on me; knocking me to the floor and kneeling on my chest, his gun pressed to the side of my head. I forced myself to stay still; it took everything I had not to instinctively react to Heero's aggression.
"H-Heero..." I said softly, my voice coming out a bit strangled since his hand was wrapped around my throat. I starred into Heero's cobalt eyes and realized that he wasn't even truly awake; he was reacting out of instinct. Heero blinked twice and a cold intelligence filled them.
"Maxwell, what the hell are you doing in my room?" He growled. I didn't move; he was still trying to shake the cobwebs from his mind caused by the pills that Quatre had given him; I didn't want to give him anymore of a reason to shoot me then he already had.
"Soldiers are on their way here; they'll be here in..." I paused for a moment, delicately sniffing the air so Heero wouldn't notice what I was doing, I could smell the Ozzie's clearly now, "approximately five minutes Heero."
"Hn." He said giving me a measuring look before he rolled off me and grabbed is own bag. I rolled to my feet and waited as he slide his laptop inside the bag. He bent and picked up his shirt that was lying on the floor and stood up. He then immediately swayed on his feet. I saw his knee buckle and before I could think twice about what I was doing; I was next to him, wrapping my arm around his waist. I felt him tense, and try to pull away from me; only to nearly fall again.
"What the hell is wrong with me..." he snarled; as I pushed him down to sit on the bed.
"Sleeping pills..." I stated, proud that I was able to keep my voice devoid of emotion, even though I knew even as the words tumbled out of my mouth, that we had lost Heero Yuy's trust; "And a lot of them too."
"We're leaving, need any help?" Odin's voice called;
"No," I growled, furious that Odin was leaving me alone to deal with YUy, when I was the one who opposed the idea; "Leave."
Heero paused and gave me a glare-o-death like none I have ever received before.
"You did what?" He asked, his voice still it's monotone, but I could hear the anger in those few words.
"You weren't sleepin' so we decided to MAKE you sleep; unfortunately for us Oz decided they wanted to visit." I stated; making sure I had every last bit of equipment. Then I slung Heero's bag over my shoulder. Heero was trying to stand again, his legs wobbled a bit; I wrapped my arm around his waist and pulled his arm over my shoulder. He tensed again, and I felt the anger radiating off him; "Look Heero, hate me all you want but lets wait until we're out of here first!" Heero relaxed just a bit, but that was all the acceptance I needed. We raced out of the house; I was all but carrying Heero. I paused at the side of the house; I could hear the beat of about fifteen hearts; I knew there were more then just fifteen of them, where were they?
1) this is a referance from Dante's Inferno; in it he decribes 9th hell as being one of ice and this is where Lucifer's throne sat.
2) Hephaestus is the greek god of metal working/ basically the god of craftsmenship.
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