The Pawn

Posession

Lily grips my shoulder hard the next day.

"Are you sure? Are you really really sure?!"

I sigh, rolling my eyes. "I'm fine! Just trust Angel. The clergy knows what Angel is doing, and I can handle it. I've told you a million times!"

I take her hand off of me, stepping back. Lily sighs, her cane tapping its way to the dance room.

"Well, if you die-"

"I won't."

After prepping my feet and doing stretches with Helen, the smell of the aged dust in the studio room is quickly replaced by intense cinnamon. My palms sweat and my hands squeeze into fists. I wish I had my cane right now to hold on for comfort, but Lily has it.

"Boy, it is time," Angel says, chuckling. "You will soon find out what power feels like, starting now. Hold my hands! Take them. They are in front of you."

Upon getting my directions, my hand search a bit in front of me until they find Angel's. Our palms meet, and our fingers connect. Their hands are smooth and the smoke from them wafts into my face. I cough and back off, because it smells like burnt cinnamon. Angel drags me back to them, their claws lightly digging in my skin.

"Why... why the smoke on your hands now? There wasn't smoke before," I sputter.

"My powers are coming back. But slowly," Angel states.

"Did you have smoky hands in your base form? Before you got corrupted?"

"Yes, I did. But it was mist, not the smoke of fire."

Soon enough, the coldness of their palms turn warm, and enter its way into my skin, as if they are melding together. A familiar and pleasurable sensation enters my hands, similar, but different to Father's merging. It's lighter. The feeling passes through my veins, and spreads all around my body.

Then Angel's form starts to dissipate. They're gone, and my hair stands on end. Then it's as if a cold slimy worm enters my brain. I know I am standing, but it's as if I am falling from a high platform, and adrenaline enters my body. I feel a heavy weight settle on my shoulders, and it breaks through the barrier that is my body, leaving me shaking as I stand.

A holy energy surges through my veins. It punches through my gut, leaving me dizzy with euphoria. My heart is beating so fast, it makes me physically uncomfortable. I begin to breathe quickly and I have the strong urge to run around. I have to run! My heart is beating, my hands are shaking.

The smell of dust is stronger now, and I can smell some of the flowers from the far corners of the room. I could never do that before. Neither could I hear the panicked breathing of Lily. Do all Angels have enhanced senses, or is it our combined senses working together in one body?

My limbs quickly become lighter, as if I am being picked up by Father. It doesn't hold the weight of control, and the joy in me instantly fades. I am horrified. While euphoria and terror surges through me, I feel like a part of me is just looking at myself jumping in place from afar, while the other half is a prisoner in my body. Angel must be puppeting me to jump in place, to ease off the nerves.

This is worse- no, better! No- I don't know what it is. But I thank Father for not doing a full body possession to me, because I've never felt such violent feelings.

My mouth opens, my voice doing its best to mimic Angel's voice. It sounds like a poor imitation, and my cheeks burn from embarrassment. At least Angel can't control natural bodily functions.

"I've never been blind before," they say.

Through the haze of euphoria, my mind pushes it back to force control onto my mouth. My throat protests, but I grab control of my tongue, then my voice, then all the muscles that work my mouth.