Ritual in Flight

Chapter 1

The show has always been an amazing spectacle, but PaPa Emertius III and the Ghouls always craved more for it. They tried new lighting, more incense and fog machines. Pyrotechnics and confetti cannons spraying the crowd with Papa's face plastered across mock currency. But nothing quite filled the dead air left between them.

Dead air...Air..

They need an act to fill the air. A flying act to fill the void left above them on stage! They auditioned many kinds of acts but none seemed to fit their style of ritual performance. They kept searching, auditioning and hoping Lucifer would send them a fallen angel of grace to enrich the show. He did, but not as they expected. She did not audition. She did not perform. She was just in a wooded park, enjoying her talents in flight, her aerial hoop, and her aerial grucifix that she had specially made just to please her original fallen angel. With her grace and passion to dance, to fly, and contort her body to his tunes, she wished nothing more than to catch his eyes' gaze even for a moment.

Vi:

All is silent as i set up my aerial rig and equipment. Ive come to such a secret place so no one but his eyes can see me. I wont allow others to watch my rituals, to see my performances that are for him alone. Oh my fallen angel, i hope you hear my heart tonight and join me in this display of devotion to you.

As if on que, i can hear a song begin. Not out int he world, but only inside of me, my chest, my heart and my mind. I can feel his presence and i begin to move my body to its devilish melody. As a morbid ballet takes over, i can feel him near. I will not stop until he sees me. Sees everything i am. Everything for him.

I take hold of my aerial grucifix and lift myself onto it, showing my strengths, flexibility and all my grace in my fluid moves and athletic designs.

He is here, but i cannot see him. I know he is here! I can feel his eyes burn upon my skin.

I let myself get lost in the song between the twisted tune and my contorted figures, a beautiful ecstasy rolls over my ever fiber.

: is he pleased? Is this my reward? One blissful moment of utter separation from human pain and suffering?: my mind wonders as it begins to fully envelop me.

I do not know and no longer question is. Merely enjoying every drop of it as it soaks through my entire body. So lost in the moment, eyes closed and heart focused that i had not noticed the fog roll upon my secret ritual alter.

Fog. Mist, Thick and yet light on my exposed body, Where did you come from?

Papa:

A strange sensation has come over me. As if I were being dragged out of my own body. Being lead some where in a dream, floating through the clouds and stars. What destination does this adventure have in store? I can feel you holding my hand, dear Lucifer. Where are you leading me? What is the journey you have chosen for me?

I can hear a faint tune begin as I land near a wooded area. I search around for a sign of where i am, but see nothing but trees and stars above. I can hear the song becoming louder and i begin to feel something. A beat? A drum? No, rhythmic like a heart beat. From where? From what or who? i meander closer to the direction the song is coming from, growing louder in my chest with each step, attempting to keep my presence unnoticed. Closer i get to see a clearing, and an angel. A beautiful creature in flight. I cannot tear my eyes away from the fluid movements. It is creating shapes and forms unlike i have ever seen.

A thick fog begins to surround me, moving past my position hidden in the tree line. My mix matched eyes adjust to the moonlit background and can see no creature, no angel or demon, but a woman. Bared of all human existence and simply lost in a song. Is it his song? Do we hear the same song? Her movements matching perfectly in time with every  note of the tune singing through my body. He has brought me here for this. This performance for no one. Only Him. I cannot look away. My heart drops as the song stops and silence intrudes into my senses and washes away the wondrous feelings.