I, Devil (a love story)

Chapter Fourteen: Meresin

It was completely out of my normal programming to encourage something like this. I am the Devil, not Cupid. I only brought them together because I felt I might have been directed by the Creator to do so. However, the communication from the Creator was so vague, so ambiguous, that it might not have been the Creator's directive, either. It was just my interpretation of it. Though, I had done no harm in bringing them together, either. There they were, sitting in the front seat of Wendy's old van and kissing, touching, and groping one another in lust.

I kept my attention on their auras, the spinning energies around them. As the humans kissed, both of their auras intermingled. They changed colors and danced. It was like colliding galaxies, mixing, changing, and splashing. For a moment, I imagined myself in Noah's place. I was so transfixed by the colors, patterns, and shapes in Wendy's aura, that I felt an open longing. I knew that my own patterns would never mix and create new waves of energies. With my connection to Noah, I felt vicariously closest to a human. It was like feeling the earth through dampened layers of thick cotton.

There was one step closer, and that was to possess Noah. It was a struggle to retain control of a human body over the body's assigned consciousness. I knew I could not defeat Noah for control of the body. But I entertained, just for a moment, the idea of seeing through flesh eyes. I longed for the idea of a tongue to speak and a mouth to eat. I thought about the idea of what it would be like to hear music, not just experience the vibrations and intentions behind it. I wondered what it would be like to kiss and embrace another being.

Yet I was always left to wonder. I could not have a body. Bodies belong to mortals, a separate species on a different plane. I observed as Wendy and Noah sat and talked. Then, Noah pulled himself away. I could see his energy darken and become muddy. His patterns and colors looked as if a great shadow pulled over them. His thoughts were pulling closer. Self doubt crept in. Thoughts of pain and uncertainty. He second guessed his every feeling. The bright white patterns of love were receding like the tides, dwarfed by his emotions of doubt and distrust.

Wendy did not look the same way. She had little to no doubt of love in her aura. I found this curious since in my eternity in observation, most humans mirror or mimic one another. At least in this moment, her emotions were still wide and bright. I could see buzzing and spinning intricate patterns of curiosity for Noah in her aura.

"I just, I don't know," said Noah out loud.

"We can wait," Wendy offered kindly. "it's not like I mind, I really like you, Noah. You're a good boyfriend."

"I'm glad you think of me as your boyfriend," he said. I could feel the blood rise to his face. Both in his energy and his body seemed to visibly flush, then shrink. I observed his lack of confidence gnawing at his insides. He felt both drowned and overwhelmed in conflicting feelings. Still, Wendy's attraction persisted. It almost seemed like it began to shine more acutely with his muddled reception.

"Well, what else should I think of you?" Wendy balked. "my pet aardvark?"

"Some would say your girlfriend," said Noah sadly. I saw a huge spike of dark, sticky depression growing in his field.

"Some people say the Earth's flat," said Wendy coolly, looking away from him. "and some people are complete idiots and can kiss my ass. And if I had a girlfriend, so what? I have before. You're just not though," she insisted.

"Oh," replied Noah. For some reason, perhaps through my influence but perhaps not, the depression swallowed him deeper. It wasn't that Wendy had said anything wrong, it was that his personality was shattered and incomplete, as many humans were. Many humans were in this life cycle to form themselves more fully. It was no ones fault he was incomplete and more susceptible to the universe's darker influences.