The Beginning of Eveligne Dare

Chapter 2

Guardian Angels

"Where the Absolute Realm resides,

And Winds push and pull the Tides,

There, waiting for you is your Demise,

In the Realm of Five."

I kept thinking the verse over and over, never stopping, never ending. Forever going on in my mind. I needed to find Armon, the only Guardian Angel that I absolutely knew where I could find all my answers. He was a Guardian Angel, Archangel, the angel. My Children, you might not have heard of him, but he was one to see.

And not Armen, no, he was a demonic angel of Hell, not one of my children, but Lillith's. And Lillith's demon children . . . We're not to be reckoned with, even a descendant needed to watch their backs around dear old Papa.

I looked down at Tungen, still in my arms, my eyes glowing dark, black, swirling vortexes that sucked in very souls. "You will forget everything that transpired tonight, you saw nothing, heard nothing. You were intoxicated on blood when you walked out here, this is your blood that you decided to drink, along with one of Lillian's girls." I spoke, looking into his eyes and drinking in his essence, his very soul. I felt my face softening, felt his soul and essence slip past my lips like sweet, sweet honey.

I could see the white, swirling slippery ick of the soul, its tentacles reaching for my lips, slipping past my tongue and sliding like thousands of sticky, wet and slippery fingers down my throat and into my belly. It felt warm, wet, intoxicating.

I smiled despite myself. I felt all of his essence slip into me, filling up my empty soul, and I grasped his memories, his collected common-sense, survival, all skills and accomplishments that he had achieved, they became mine. I now knew exactly where Armon was, and it was not going to be easy to find him.

I dropped Tungen at my feet, his body hitting pavement with a sickening and lifeless thump. He slumbered soundlessly after I finished him, my Children never died at my hands. I gave a small smile. He looked so peaceful, even with his blood-covered clothes.

I pulled my short-swords up to me and charged them with my dark power, closing my eyes. I could feel the swords charge up with my powers, feel them encompassing everything, could feel the light they gave off on my closed lids and skin.

I felt safe, every time I used my power like this, I felt . . . Complete. Surrounded by him, for over a million years, I've only been able to feel this for the past three centuries, and it was great.

I felt my swords start to dissipate, disintegrate in my hands and become nothing more than air. And then, I was alone, once again; empty.

I went back into the dance club and walked past the dark hallway that lead to the back alley. I followed the twist and turns of the corridor that acted as a maze, of which Lillith designed for a purpose. You weren't allowed to know though. No. Not yet.

I followed through the many halls and dark corners, turning, twisting. The thump-thump of the bass and pounding of hearts from the music and bodies crushed together on the dance floor above me left a hollow feeling inside me, waiting, watching, something was about to happen. I just didn't know what yet, and that was a thought to be held.

I could hear the song above me, hear the withering bodies and moans and cries of revolting desires my Children indulged themselves with. The song that played above me was Closer by Nine-Inch-Nails. Such a lovely song. So . . . Ironic.

A wicked smile overcame my face as I honed in on my exit into the club. The dark curtain let out a faint glow of black-light and reds and blues of all hues, giving off a luminescent desire of what was to come, what my Children wanted, needed.

Up ahead I saw a couple hunched in the corner beside the curtained doorway, their bodies grinding against each other in the dark of the space. I swayed my hips as I neared, fixed my black bikini top of which was the color of my soul, straightened my bikini bottom, and finger combed my silky brunette hair back from my face. Time to get back to work.

As I passed the couple, the girl on the wall looked at me and gave me her most sensuous smile from behind the man's tight, rigid body against hers, his face buried in the crook of her neck as her right leg was wrapped around his waist and her hands curled into claws, kneaded at his shoulder blades.

"Care to join us?" Her voice was dark, smooth like silk, just like her smile. I gave her my own sexy sleek smile and shook my head. "Sorry, Love. I've got to get back to my station. I just had a go-round with a gentleman." Of which she replied with a pouting look and then laid her head back against the wall and let out a soft breath.

I shook my head and turned back to my exit, my dark hair hiding my look of disgust and revulsion. I walked through the dark curtain and through a room of worn down furniture, and bodies on those pieces of worn out furniture. I walked past the many dark figures and sounds of pleasure to the door on the other side of the room, walking under the glow of lights upon the ceiling and reaching for the knob.

I pulled open the door and the blast of music greeted me. I walked through and closed it behind me. I smelt the familiar scent of cigarette smoke and sex, of drugs and alcohol and vomit. I had on my black sleek heels that clicked on the onyx granite floor under me. I looked past the smoke from the fog machines and smoke from cigarettes in the room to find the same old scarlet red walls, the flashing of laser lights the colors of dark violets, crimson reds, and night blues.

I took in the eight stations of oval bars made of onyx granite just like the floor. There were two bars on the left wall and two bars on the right wall. In front of those two bars were two more, perfectly aligned. In the middle of the two bars in the center of the room was a massive dance floor. And, in between the four bars on the left and right side of the room was a small oval shaped raised dance floor for our exotic dancers. As well as in the middle of the two framing the dance floor on either side. Oh, and I couldn't forget one in the middle of each bar. On the raised dance floor for our dancers were two poles, so the girls wouldn't be alone dancing.

On the opposite side of the door I stood in front of, square in the middle of the wall was a door. In front of that door, was my station, I on the other hand, only had one pole on my raised dance floor. I danced alone.

I waded through the mass of bodies in the center of the room located on the dance floor. The music was pumping tonight, the DJ's station in the middle of the dark dance floor was packed around so many people, it was probably stifling to him. I chuckled to myself as I pushed my way through. "Help me get away from myself." Went the singer's melodic, scratchy voice through the bass, the thump-thump-thumping echoing off the walls. "I wanna fuck you like an animal! My whole existence is flawed!" Almost there . . . Just a few more people. "You get, me closer to God!" I hated those words.

As I pushed through the last stragglers, they shoved against me and grinded at my hips and legs, pushing, shoving, wanting, needing. I felt disgusted; they were my children. As I turned to elbow more wanting hands I found the darkest pits of eyes I have ever seen, staring right at me and through me, seeing everything about me, grasping at my soul and never giving any sign of letting go.

"Help me! You tear down my reason! Help me! Some sex I can smell! Help me! You make me perfect. Help me think I'm somebody else!

I wanna fuck you like an animal."

I watched as the dark eyed stranger, the color of obsidian lakes for eyes, came closer to me, moved like liquid. He gave off an essence of darkness and danger, of death and destruction. He was the very being of the meaning of Night and sex. From his black raven hair, to the tips of his shiny pointed and polished Berkley penny loafers.

His suit was impeccable and dark, like his hair, he wore a white dress shirt underneath, which I'm sure framed tight and roped muscles. He moved flawlessly, and people parted for him like they knew he was trouble. Of which he was, he was made of it. The very pure significance of evil.

"Lucifer." I whispered, my jaw clamping shut and teeth grinding together. He stopped mid stride and lifted his head, sighing like he had just spent himself, his eyes closing and rolling back into his head in pure pleasure. His skin was tanned golden, his lips purely red and sensual. His luscious lashes gracing his face with his closed eyes, fluttering ever so slightly. His broad shoulders looked too big for his clothes, and I'm sure anybody would want to unburden him of those constricting threads of cloth.

I sure did. And it made me sick.

He opened his eyes and looked at me, his eyes taking me from the top of my head to toe, double-taking as his eyes roamed back up to mine. His grin widened, and two dimples took place in his high cheeks. There was a hard edge to him when he smiled, from his eyes to his dimples to that dangerous look to him, made him all the more sexy. Warmth spread through me and consumed me. I ground my teeth together and clenched my fists, my knuckles white.

"Come with me." I whispered, knowing he could hear me even through the pounding of music. There came a dark glint to his eyes and his smile resembled that of the Cheshire cat's. I was fucked, more ways than one right then.

We waded our way through the cloud and fog. I felt his eyes roaming me from behind as I led him to the far left corner of the club. I shuddered and delicious goose-bumps rose on my skin and I felt as if all my muscles stretched over my bones would explode if he did not touch me, did not feel the way I did.

I closed my eyes as I walked, and I felt him closing in on me, walking nearer to me to where I could feel his breath on the back of my neck. It was warm, hot even, and sent chills down my spine as my muscles clenched and my fists tightened even more to where it hurt.

The song changed to Machinerie by Pzychobitch. The strobes came on and every move he or I made seemed quick, smooth, sexual. My muscles inside me clamped tighter and I let out a huff of breath. Lillith was in her office, she wouldn't be able to tell if he was here. I needed to get him out before she did, or we would be exposed. We wouldn't want that to happen.

I looked at him out of the corner of my eye as he moved to my right. He was tall, being him. Standing at six foot seven inches, broad shoulders absolutely made of muscle, as the rest of him was, he was one imposing and intimidating being. The crooked smile that was stuck on his mouth was sexy, as his eyes sparkled with dark desires and hot lust. I clenched my teeth. No. Never.

We came to the corner of the bar and I nodded and smiled to one of the girls I worked with whom stood to our left on the bar, dancing with another girl. Her name was Jan. Curly red hair, milky beautiful skin. Teal bathing suit for an outfit, matching the color of her eyes. Beautiful girl. I needed to keep Lucifer's eyes on me so she wouldn't prowl and kill her.

We came to the bar and Terry came up to us to take our order. I looked at him, the military style cut sandy blonde hair to his bright brown eyes, to the left dimple and lopsided goofy grin. "Kinky and seven up. He'll have a Guinness." I told him. Terry winked and turned to get our drinks. I hopped up onto a stool as did Lucifer. I turned towards him on my stool, as did he, and he gave me a smirk and raised one beautiful brow. "Vodka? I thought you were more of a straight Gin or Tequila with Yeager or something kind of girl." He told me, his voice a purr of dark thunder and a bear's rumble, smooth and sexy.

I shuddered and looked him in the eye. "Things change, and I'm not a girl. I can't be totally inebriated anymore." I told him, grabbed my drink just as Terry put it down in front of me and taking a sip of it out of the pretty glass. He took a swig of his and looked at me with a curious glance, of observance and appreciation. He liked what he saw.

"A girl you certainly are not. Not so naïve anymore." He smirked. I snorted and looked away from him at the drinks and glasses behind the bar, glowing with glow sticks and from the strobe lights of all different shapes, sizes, and colors. The smile dropped from my face and I sobered, taking in a deep breath to calm my nerves and racing heart.

"Why are you here, Lucifer?"