Dalliance

Eight

I stood in court under the dome light. My palms were sweaty and shook violently from the withdrawal of Love. I ran my fingers through my hair. Instead of shine though it was like limp grease on straw. My skin had a grayish stain now. I kept twitching my head impatient for Sir to arrive.

The theatre was packed with Devotees mingling and talking amongst themselves. They didn't care about my situation. My life hanging on the precipice of life or death, the cure just out of my reach. My eyes were heavy with sleep pressing against the lids. I just wanted this to be over with.

I closed my eyes and began to dream about Joy. I felt the sun kissing my cheeks and the warmth of being able to share my Joy with others. I longed to be closer to my friends and family so they could share in my memories. I felt the Love begin to leave me, the red starting to lose its grip on me. And then I felt the shock of what it might be like to be completely rid of Love and I panicked. I tried to pulse myself again with Love but I didn't have enough of the Spirit left, I would need someone to give Love to me.

My eyes shot open and I searched the crowds of people giving Love to each other and themselves. I could feel envy begin to corrode my judgment. I felt anger and hatred and jealousy. I wanted what they had so badly. I needed it. I couldn't make it any longer without another shot of Love. I began to gnash my teeth together and fidget. What was taking Sir so long?

I tapped my foot against the concrete in agitation. Was this some kind of joke? Why were all these people allowed to give themselves Love and I had to stand here like a fool observing their behavior? I didn't want to be a spectator, I wanted to participate. I bit my bottom lip thinking about how high I might be able to jump. Could I reach the theatre? Probably not, I'm not a very good jumper.

People seemed to not care what I was going through. It was almost like I was invisible. I wonder if maybe I was. They continued their laughter, divulging themselves further into their addiction. I could feel the ugliness harden my heart. I didn't want to feel this way but I couldn't help it. They had what I wanted and it was frustrating me. I felt bad and was repulsed by them but at the same time I wanted them to Love me too.

My eyes frantically scanned the theatre of people. Someone on the edge began to rock back and forth until they fell from their chair falling fifty feet onto the concrete. Their head splashed the concrete and I dived at them stealing their Love before their life drained out of them. I could feel the Love rejuvenating myself and my cheeks flushed red.

No one batted an eye at me.

I should have felt shame or embarrassment. I felt neither. I should have felt remorse or something other than proud. I didn't. I had turned selfish my soul was becoming more and more dependent on my next dose of Love. I wouldn't last much longer, soon I would become a full Devotion and part of me was excited.

There was a very small part of me though hidden in the depths of my being that fought. It wasn't much, no bigger than a mustard seed. Some reserved faith set aside for a day like this to come. I did my very best to ignore it completely.

There was a chill that grasped my bones tightly. A darkness that clung to my skin. A stench of self love that leaked into my pores. My eyes were dark crimson red and searching for a way to get more Love into my system. The memories of you Halcyon were drifting further and further away from my grasp. I did not reach out for them. I did not care.

I heard the door slam closed. It did not startle me with fear, it gave me excitement. The hushes began from closest to the door and spread like a virus to the middle until every glowing pair of red eyes were focused on the ominous dark cloud being seated at the head of court.

Sir stood at seven feet tall. His skin was porcelain white, milky like the moon and completely perfect as a tulip, smooth and fresh. His eyes were the color of fire burning through a forest hungry for more. His hair was straight and black as a winters night. He is to this day the most beautiful angel in the world. When he speaks, his voice carries with the elegance of a nightingale with soft tenderness that caresses your very being.

While tempting as it may be to fall lost to Sir, it is sure to lead you to death. I wanted so badly to follow him still, even though I knew he would take my last breath like the wind blows the seeds off a dandelion, quickly as it comes is as quickly as it goes.

Sir smiled at me and I knew my time was soon over. With the swift movement of his hand you were brought into the court. You had no fight left in you. I had never seen you so disgusted before. You couldn't even look at me, instead you stared at your feet in silence.

Cheering sang in the stands as people thirsty for blood shouted insults. Rage consumed me. How could you not stand up for yourself anymore? Why were you so pitiful now? You were an embarrassment to me. I thought so highly of you and there you stood with blank eyes and an empty face. You may have been disgusted with me but I grew to be disgusted with you. Bitterness stung my heart and stained my soul.

Sir showed no emotion. He simply ordered, "Kill her."

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