The visitor had made his way from the other hill, and it was only then that they had noticed him. He was tall and graceful, with long hair the color of ripe wheat, and pulled back at the nape of neck and braided to keep it out of his face.
"Good afternoon," he called out in a gentle voice as he continued to walk forward, his tan shoes making scarcely a noise in the tall grass that lushly covered the hill.
Dressed plainly, he wore long khaki slacks and the hems gathered and rested on the tops of his nice shoes, boots. Covering his chest was a loose, white shirt, the neck unbuttoned and his tie hanging limply from his neck.
"Who are you?" Chrono called out, worried that this might mean some trouble, his eyes resting on the sheathed sword that hung from the man's right hip.
"A friend, my name is Gabriel," he called back as he got closer, and they could see his eyes were the same baby blue as Eamon's, and they were filled with worry and sadness.
"Mr. Gabriel, could you please help our friends?" Azmaria asked timidly, looking over at the tall man, who smiled good naturedly at her.
"That is not why I am here, but I do have time… What's this?" he looked over at Christopher, and gently reached forward, touching her face gently, but almost immediately, pulled his fingers away and stared at them. They were red and burned and so was the part of Christopher's face that he touched.
"So you are the child?" he asked quietly, then let his hand just barely touch the top of her head and muttered quietly under his breath something that they couldn't understand in the same language that Eamon was muttering and with a small flash of light that came from his outstretched hand, Christopher fell backwards, unconscious and running across her right eye, they could see an odd black mark.
"Brother…" Gabriel murmured quietly, kneeling in front of Eamon.
He placed his fingers under Eamon's chin, and pulled his face up so he could see it. Slowly, Eamon's hands fell away from his ears and he looked at Gabriel with eyes that seemed to be glazed by a fever.
"G…Gabriel…?' he asked quietly as the words seemed to tumble clumsily off his lips.
"Brother, we've missed you," Gabriel whispered, his forehead resting on Eamon's, which was oddly cool to his touch.
"What… what's happening…to…me?" Eamon gasped out, looking up at Gabriel, oblivious to the Chrono, Rosette and Azmaria, all who were oddly quiet, knowing that they should remain quiet.
"Nothing bad… Israfel… I am here to deliver a message… You have been awakened; you wings have been won… I must leave… take care of the child called Christopher," he whispered into Eamon's ear and after smiling at him stood up and looked over at the other three exorcists. "Farewell, though we will meet again" he waved his hand, before walking off, and the moment they could no longer see him, it had seemed he had just disappeared.
Eamon suddenly started to weakly laugh, his breathing beginning to slow back to it's original rate, before suddenly falling back into the grass, sprawled out, his eyes closed slowly, and he was already heavily asleep.
"What was that?" Rosette demanded, waving her hands over to where the man named Gabriel had disappeared off to.
"How would I know?" Chrono snapped back, already quickly annoyed.
"You should know!" Rosette bellowed back, glaring at the two who were huddled behind her…
'Where am I?'
Frantically, Christopher looked around in the area she had suddenly found herself stuck in. She could feel something below here, a floor she guessed, but everything else was dark and smelled heavily of cedar, the overpowering scent flooded around her, making her feel like she was drowning. A dim red light shimmered to her left, but it did nothing but give her the feeling that she was being watched.
"I've waited so long to see you…" Someone spoke, the voice rich and deep, sounding almost like velvet. Christopher spun around, looking frantically for the speaker, but found nothing. Her heart beat painfully in her ribcage and she felt like it was liable to burst out at any moment.
"WHO ARE YOU!" Christopher suddenly screamed, her still unconscious body writhing in fear. Chrono swiftly grabbed onto her small shoulders, forcing her body to remain still.
"What's happening now? Who is she talking to?" Rosette asked as she pulled Eamon off the grass and slung his light body onto her back, his arms dangling annoying close to her chest.
"I don't know… she just screamed it out!" Chrono replied, exasperated, as he gently picked Christopher and slung her over his own back and she suddenly grasped onto his body, her fingers clawing at his arms and chest…
"Someone's here! I know it! Show yourself!" Christopher cried out, spinning around rapidly, squinting in the dim red light.
"You are indeed as beautiful at your mother..." the voice added tenderly and she could hear someone walking and she guessed they wore wood heeled shoes by the hollow noise that flooded the dark area she was stuck in…
"There!" Rosette groaned as she somewhat carelessly threw Eamon into the back of the car and motioned for Chrono to do the same. Curtly, he nodded, and gently lowered the shaking girl into the car next to Eamon and sat down next to her, slamming the door shut behind him.
"How do you know my mum?" she cried out into the aimless dark, tears beginning to well up in her eyes as she tried to fight the terror that filled her body, causing it to shake furiously.
"I am your father, Christopher…" the voice replied and he stepped forward into the dim crimson light, and she could see him now…
"Alright, lets get them back to the convent," Rosette muttered as she turned the ignition key swiftly as Azmaria pulled the safety belt over her small body and nodded quickly, looking back at Chrono, who nodded, his hands still resting on Christopher's shoulders as he tried to keep her body from shaking… it wasn't working.
The man who appeared was tall, that was for sure. Easily taller then six feet, with a slim body with long, spindly legs, he stood nonchalantly without a care in the world in front of her. His eyes were two different colors, one a cold ice blue and the other was pure black, gazing at her calculatingly. His skin was tanned and contrasted oddly with his hair, which was a silver blonde that slowly shaded down to black at the tips. Slowly he pushed his long bangs out of his face and smiled at her warmly, and she could see the mark that ran across her right eye ran across his too… Lucifer's mark.
"Who are you?" Christopher demanded as her long fingers curled into fists.
"Who am I? Like I said, I am you father," he replied, laughing softly at her, but no warmth from the laugh reached his eyes.
"Bollocks, my father's a demon," she replied angrily, trying to walk away from him but found that her legs no longer obeyed her.
Christopher's body finally stopped shaking around the time they reached the convent. Instead, her body stiffened for a brief instant, her fingers grasping frantically for something and finally closed upon Chrono's braid.
"Ack!" His head was suddenly pulled down to her shoulder and she yanked it hard and held it to her chest.
"What happened?" Rosette looked back at Chrono frantically tried to pull is head away from her but only caused his scalp to cry out for him to stop. Giving up finally, he sighed, rolling his eyes heaven ward as Azmaria tried to hold back her laughter.
"What? Can't move?" he asked innocently, walking forward to her.
"What did you do, you bloody arse!" she cried out, frantically trying to move away as he got closer.
"What a mouth!" he laughed cruelly before finally stopping right in front of her, resting his hand under her thin chin.
"Who are you…? What's your name?" she asked, glaring at him, trying to keep him away.
"My name? I am Lucifer, head of the fallen angels… your friends want you back… but we will talk again… rest assured of that…" he muttered as he faded away, his words echoing before she suddenly felt tugged back to the present.
Confused and breathless, Christopher's eyes snapped open and she looked down to see that for some reason, she had clutched Chrono's purple braid to her chest and he was stuck with his head resting on her hip, sighing as a blush ran across his face.
"Chrono? Oh!" she let go of the braid quickly and covered her mouth, embarrassed, "I'm so sorry!"
"It's okay," he muttered as he tenderly touched his scalp and sighed deeply.
"You're awake!" Azmaria suddenly cried out, looking over at Christopher, who looked around. She was sitting in the convent's parking lot, the car's engine finally stopping.
"We're back at the convent… what happened? I remember Eamon muttering something… then…" she stopped, thinking back on just what had happened to her, then remembered just what the young man in that dark place had said.
"What happened? You were screaming something," Christopher looked over at Chrono as he asked her this and she thought about it for a moment before realized just what had happened. Quickly all the color drained from her cheeks as she suddenly sat up straight, as though electrified and nearly screamed. Her hands shot up to her face and attempted to stay calm.
"What's wrong?" Rosette asked as she pulled the door open on Eamon's side and proceeded to heft the young man onto her back to carry him into the convent.
"Good Lord…" she grasped onto her head, wanting to cry but no tears would come. What was she? Daughter of Lucifer! This couldn't be! Angrily she shoved past Chrono and ran into the main church congregation and made her way into confessional chamber and fell into the chair that sat next the screen where a priest would normally sit… but there was nobody in that room except Christopher, and then she began to cry…
There we go, end of another chapter, but it's so easy to write because I need to get the character's stories out. But in case you couldn't tell, I was watching Star Wars… so that explains the clichéd line. Thanks for the reviews, to those of you who did, and until next time. Cheerio.