The Beginning of Eveligne Dare
Chapter 4
Memories
"My Muse! Oh, my dearest Muse, when shall you be back?" I called out to everything and nothing in particular. The garden was lush and bright with emerald green, the grass reaching up to my mid thighs and the pollen sparkling brightly, shimmering in the air like stars in the day. Everything seemed ethereal with a bright glow, the sun's golden gleams of bright rays of shine cast upon warmth through out the beautiful, blooming garden. All the flowers seemed in bloom and luscious with smell and their beauty of sight, the diversity of colors astounding, ranging from the purest of whites, to the darkest of indigos. This day could not be more beautiful, nor more perfect, as the smell of the flowers mixed with that of the fresh dew and smell of honeysuckle in the air.
The sound of the water from the nearby small lake lapped lightly at the shores as I sat in the shorter grass, just a few feet from the water's edge. I plucked at the grass delicately with my long and slim and deft fingers, creating a pattern in the grass, creating a picture of darker grass to lighter, shades here and there from the shadows and length of each individual blade. The music of the birds echoed around me and mixed with the sounds of the water and the breeze that rolled through the trees.
Oh, this day.
I looked up from the grass to the lake, so aqua blue and clean and clear, shimmering and rippling as the colorful fish swam beneath it's surfaces, just as diverse as the colors of flowers, stretching across the plains of the colors of the rainbow. The fish almost seemed like flowers in their own essence, though moving and diving through the water as the flowers did in the warm breeze. I smiled and looked up at the bright warm sun above my head and closed my eyes, basking in the warmth and rays of golden light.
My naked body gleamed golden and I felt the heat of my body radiate outwards towards the cooler grass, felt each blade against my body and I shivered in delight and curled my toes into the longer emerald blades, enjoying the scent of the air and the feel of heat and the barest touch of grass, like a lover's hands caressing my skin ever so gently that it tickled to the touch.
"Oh, my dear Muse! My dearest Heart! Where are thy as I wish to have thee accompany me as this glorious day is ripe with lovely." I whispered to myself and opened my eyes. I looked across the aqua of the waters to the small island in the middle of the lake. And on that island stood room only large enough for one tree. That of an apple tree. The apples were ripe and luscious with the most crimson of delectable of red. The leaves the most jade of greens and the bark of the tree the darkest of chestnut. It was so tempting . . . Though I shalt go anywhere near that damned tree.
"Eve?"
Oh! That voice! I jumped to my feet, and for an unapparent reason, tears sprang to my eyes and I felt a sudden stab of pain in my heart, down to the very core. I felt something inside me wither and die, like a piece of my own body was ripped away from me, and I lost all breath as I collapsed to my knees and looked down at the ground, eyes squinted hard, blinking rapidly to rid them of my tears so I could see him, feel him, smell him. I couldn't breathe, couldn't move.
"Eve."
All breath was ripped from me, that part of me that was withering was yanked from me, and I came upon my knees and off my hands, face towards the sky as I let out a scream of pain and of abandon, pure primal loneliness and grief struck me hard. I looked back down and panted, my eyes frantically bouncing everywhere as everything had suddenly grown dark, cold, dead. "My heart! Where are you?"
"Come find me in the depths."
I jolted awake, my senses on high alert as sweat coated my brow and between my breasts. Everything in my dream came to me in flashes and I shivered and shut my eyes tightly, trying to grasp that voice, to hold onto it as best I could before it could slip away from me again. I felt the wet tears on my face from the dream and wiped them away furiously; still grasping the most beautiful of voices I have ever heard in the longest time I have lived.
I hadn't heard that voice in lifetimes, trillions of lifetimes.
Oh, how I missed it.
My throat felt thick and I took a deep breath in to calm myself and gather my bearings. Everything came to me in a rush. Demon's Door, the Daemon, the walk back, the mysterious couple, and . . . I opened my eyes only to glare loathingly at the darkness that met my gaze.
"Lucifer." I hissed and snarled. Now I remember. I blinked several times only to find no light coming to my sight for my eyes to adjust, and cursed inwardly. Lowering my breath and taking in just a slight of air, I hissed under my breath in the ancient language of Forsaken and held my hand out, palm out and facing towards the ceiling.
"Zakluscht!"
After I had hissed the word, I felt something dark stir within me and I felt a rush of ice form in my chest and flow towards my outstretched right palm. The feeling of ice glided underneath my skin and through my arm, sending shivers down my spine as a dark orb of light came upon my hand, it was ethereal as it started to glow brighter and brighter until it became a milky white. I smiled in satisfaction as I looked upon the light.
"Your powers have grown since I saw you last. Tell me, where did you learn the language and power of Forsaken, Eve?" A dark and rumbling voice called from a corner of the room. I spun and had an attack all ready to go on my lips, ready to spit the word and have it attack whomever dared speak to me and call me Eve when I stopped.
There, sitting smug looking in a cushioned burgundy overstuffed armchair, was Lucifer himself. I felt my lips turn up in a snarl as I focused the milky white light in his direction as to see him better. "How dare you. How dare you take me without the consent of Lillith and Vixen. How dare you come into the house of Lillith and defile one of her own and when it is forbidden to come within such close proximity of her and still commit such deeds of abduction? There are such laws and penalties, even for you, Lucifer, that you must obey and pay the price for."
"What shall you have me do, Eve? Kill me? Quite impossible. Imprison me in the Dominion of Hell? Too late. Chain me with the links of lava and fire to the pits of death and such blinding light and heat that encroaches that of the sun that it is dark and make me suffer? Quite frankly that one is easy to get out of. You forget, I am Lucifer. Lillith was once my bride, and I have Dominion over her, and quite frankly you, since you are of Forsaken, you are the original Forsaken. I have control over you, as you lie in my kingdom now, whether you want me or not, you are mine."
"You son of a b-"
"Ah, ah, ah. No need for swearing, Eve. I have taken you to keep you safe. I hear you're trying to find The Garden. Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. You know it is impossible and you will only get yourself killed."
"I cannot be killed, I am immortal, remember?"
"Oh, but you have killed immortals before, have you not?"
"I have, but they have not what I control."
"And but what is that of which you control?"
"I'm not telling you, Lucifer. I know you would only use it to destroy me."
"Nonsense, for why would I do such a thing for when I was the one whom made you what you are today? I have only tried to help you become the strong woman you are."
"I used to be innocent. I used to have love. I used to have everything I had wanted. I used to have three sons. I used to have a Father. I used to have a Mother. A Home. You took that all away from me. How is that helping, you sick bastard!" I snarled. And for all it was worth, Lucifer still looked smug, he had a beautiful, though dangerous, smirk on his face. His dark eyes shown secrets that only he knew and he chuckled darkly with a joke only he would know, for I didn't even give a shit to even ask what the punch-line was.
"You forget, I know of every deed He has made, and I also know of every cruel and sick thing that He has done Himself just to test one's loyalty. Quite frankly, he is as sick and twisted as I. Though, he hides it behind things like Grace and Love. Ugh. Such bullshit." For all it was worth, I sneered at him and took note of my surroundings. We were in a room, as a matter of fact, a bedroom. I looked to Lucifer and I felt no soreness anywhere on my body.
I raised my eyebrows at him and noticed the bed I sat on had silk sheets the color of crimson blood, and felt smooth and cool yet warm to the touch, and appeared like blood underneath me. I cast the orb of light I held in my right palm to hover beside me so I could be hands free. I felt the power and light leave me, like the coating of slime trailing off of my hand with a giant slug, and felt a tiny cord of light attach itself to the floating orb and to me, connecting us as it became brighter so it illuminated the entire room. I looked back to Lucifer.
"You didn't take advantage of me?" I asked, edging towards the end of the bed so I sat closer to him so I could study him better. He sat relaxed in the armchair, though it seemed too small to occupy him, all of him. I noticed he hadn't changed, just took off his black dress jacket, though he had unbuttoned the top of his shirt, still tucked in, and it was deliciously opened and exposed to show off his muscular and tanned and toned chest underneath. I felt heat pool everywhere, and I curled my toes as I shook my head. I noticed I was still in my work suit, the black slim bikini felt too exposing to him, as my chest tightened with anticipation of what I wanted, and what he could give willingly.
I watched as desire and lust filled his dark eyes. "Don't tempt me to take what I want, Eve, as I did before. You know I wouldn't take advantage of you in such a state, I want you . . . Willingly." His voice rolled over my in waves, and I shivered.
"Talk about chewing on ice, being sexually frustrated sucks." I replied, a sensual smiling coming to my face as I coyly slid across his bed to the head board to lean against.
I heard him groan as I placed my fingers on my thighs, gently tickling my skin there and I gave a slight chuckle. "So, tell me, Lucifer," I rolled his name along my tongue, tasting the feel of it against it, my voice had lowered, it came out husky and throaty as I continued, "I know we are in your bedroom, but, where, exactly, are we?"
I closed my eyes for a second, just for a second, and leaned my head back against the headboard, and when I re-opened them, Lucifer was crouched above me, his face just inches from mine.
"We are in one of the Realms of Hell. Couldn't you guess that?"
"I did. Though, I'm specifically asking which one."
He just grinned at me and slowly slid to my side. His breath was hot on my neck as he replied just an inch away from my ear. The heat of his body scorched me all over as my breath hitched in my own throat, "You'll just have to find that out for yourself. Good luck trying to get out, Eve."