The Beautiful and Divine

Chapter Twenty-Six: Better Than Words

I use all strength left to open my eyes, looking around the area I'm in a different tent. Instead of having cream colored cloth hanging above me, it is a pale blue. Beautiful golden swirl designs are stitched into the azure fabric, creating vine-like illustrations above me. My head is pounding from hitting it off the table, lifting a hand up, I rub the point of impact. Leaning up off the soft surface where my body was laid, I try to stand.

Placing both boots onto the dusty ground, I stand up using one hand on the bed to balance. How long was I out for, the pain is still fresh on the back of my head. It couldn't have been more than two days at most, where is everyone? I need to find Ezekiel, I need to know if he's okay. Dragging one foot in front of the other, I head toward the open gate ahead.

My legs collapse beneath me, using force I crawl on the cool clay surface. Making it to the doorway, and with clawing at the earth I pass through the opening.

Two people are walking over to me, "Ezekiel..." I whimper.

"Jade!" One of them shouts, rushing towards my failing frame.

The once clear vision I possessed vanishes, everything around me turns into a blur. Ezek runs over to my crumbling body, wrapping both arms around it. Picking the limp form up, he carries me back into the tent. Laying me back down onto the soft bunk, placing a gentle hand onto my boiling forehead.

"Your burning up Qaphsiel." Zek's voice panics, "What happened?" I ask weakly.

"That alter ego of yours came out to play, once it left you collapsed." Sir Ezek states, "Did I hurt anyone?" I quiz.

"No, everyone involved is fine." Zekiel tells, grabbing a wash cloth and dipping it into cold water.

"Just worry about yourself." Mr. Black orders, laying the rag across my forehead to cool it.

"How can I Ezek? This tortured soul that has entered my mind won't leave. What if next time it hurts everyone or worse yet kills them? How the hell am I supposed to live with that?" I start to cry, "You just survive somehow, I have done things I'm not proud of. I survived, but I still feel guilty about it." The Black abmits.

"I would die if I lost you." Tears run down my pale cheeks, "I know you would Jade. It's the same with me, being a Seraphim means it's part of your job. Surviving and singing for God." The Prophet replies.

"We are joined souls for life, and will be united again in death." I sniffle, Ezekiel gives the most loving look.

Leaning down to me, Ezek places a passionate kiss onto my lips. Lifting one arm, I wrap it around his neck limply pulling him closer. Breaking the sign of affection, we rest forehead against forehead. The rag doesn't even bother Zek, I give him a nose kiss before looking into those silvery blue eyes.

"I love you." I declare, placing my palm onto Sir Ezek's cheek.

"I love you too." Zekiel nods, leaning into the palm of mine.

"How long has it been since I collapsed?" Removing my hands from Mr. Black's face, "A couple hours. I kept guards outside your tent as protection from The Deviant's rash actions. I relieved them taking their place, good thing I got back when I did." he replies.