Purgatory
A/N: OI! If you think this is a long interlude give me a break! You ain't seen nothing…Trust me, on this story I have had much longer. Part writer's block and part little thing called life. I am a 20 something married woman with a family. This is a hobby and form of relaxation, plus it was the HOLIDAY SEASON! No sane person can work an average of 64 hours, write and all of the other things involved with X-mas.
But for those who have continuously written reviews I thank and will try to serve something up a least every month. Once again, thank you for any and all reviews.
Thanks for ticking me off…it really did light a fire.
Disclaimer: Not mine. I'm just really having some fun. In no way am I making a profit.
Darklight13
Micah sat back on the bench, his eyes roaming the streets of the modern city behind his darkened lenses. Even sitting down he was really unable to get comfortable, having to fold his legs in a manner so that the humans walking by didn't have to step over said legs.
At six-foot six inches he stood out in any crowd, and even more so in this country. The Japanese tended to be much shorter than the average westerner. This form to him was after all the most comfortable one he could assume. His spiritual form tended to… outgrow any other human guise he took. Not that he was really comfortable in this form but sacrifices must be made to hunt in this world. Looking around he smirked lightly; he was the center of attention…again. His height did have much to do with it but his human emotions wouldn't let him be anything less than striking to the human eye. His hair a dark rich chocolate brown was long and pulled back into a loose tail at the base of his neck, his skin was naturally dark, and a muscular build with broad shoulders and long fingered hands had many women looking twice.
Yet it never failed that when he revealed his eyes to the public men and women flocked around him. It was once said that the eyes were windows to the soul, and his eyes could not contain the absolute richness of his soul. The wisdom in his eyes made him look so very much older than the other physical attributes. With the darkened lenses on he looked to be a cocky American or European at about 23 or 24, but when the glasses came off…that was another story.
At that moment one of his spiritual familiars floated up to him, ready to make a report. Visible only to him the creature appeared to take the form of a raccoon. He nodded slightly to the specter and listened to its report. His lips peeled back in a hiss/growl of anger as again it reported of Rinoa's slaughter of another human, this time an innocent child. Her soul had once again morphed and melded with the soul of the innocent. Poor child. If anything he would find Rinoa and make her pay for the death of the little one, killing corrupted men and women was one thing…an innocent child was a whole new ball game.
The spirit floated backwards to get away from his emotional aura. It was flaring a bright red on the spiritual realm, and the spirit did not want to be caught in one of those flares. They may be only on the metaphysical plane and not actually on the physical realm but they were very real to the spirits and would burn as fiercely as any fire.
Micah calmed himself; it wouldn't do to harm one of his own familiars. If he did then he may end up relying on one of the blasted humans of this city. Honestly, he was beginning to think that their smell was going to infect him with something. Humans: creatures to be pitied and cared for. They had no real intelligence about them; one day perhaps the Master would share why he loved these pathetic beings so much.
Shaking his head he cleared his mind of all but what was needed for the hunt. "Cyren. Has she given any report about Rinoa?" Was his telepathic question. Speaking out loud to no one would shake up these humans fragile order of things.
Once again the familiar backed away from Micah. With a shake of its head it confirmed what he had suspected for a while now. Cyren was going solo. This ticked off the cherubim to the highest degree, after all, SHE had come to HIM asking, no, begging for help and now she was going to take HIS Soul Hunters and go after the escapees by herself! On a cold day in Hell.
Unaware of his unintentional pun he lifted his head again to face the raccoon. Giving mental directions to the loyal spirit he then allowed it to race away and he continued to sit on that park bench, unaware now that the glances his way by the humans were no longer appraising, they were more of uneasy and fearful looks, for even a normal human could sense his furious rage. His anger was indeed so great that it crossed the boundries between the Mortal Realm and The Dynasty causing Cye Mouri to freeze in his spot as the power of the cherub's rage ripped through his awareness. Realization hit the bearer of the Armour Torrent, something very powerful was walking in the Mortal Realm and that something had a spiritually formidable capability. One that an as yet untried and (mostly) untrained Lady Kyra may not be able to handle.
Author's Notes and Facts:
The name cherub (cherubim plural) denotes the power of knowing and beholding God. Their receptivity to the most high gift of light. Their contemplation of the beauty of the divinity in its first manifestation. They are filled by participation and divine wisdom and bounteously outpour to those below them from their own fountain of wisdom. -Dionysius.
"So He drove out the man; and placed at the east of the garden of Eden Cherubim, and a flaming sword which turned every way, to keep the way of the tree of life". Gen. 3:24
Yes, I know, Kyra is over 400 years old, but she has not been the Ancient's successor for all that long. I'm going by that point of view.