Janus 02.Redemption #Wattys2018

1.06 Outcasts.

"Never catch a falling knife." Ed thought. But Ed wasn't his real name either. It was his code with Eden a long time ago when he became her starting point.

"It will be fun. I promise. Don't you trust me?" Francis told Eden as he sniffed a line of cocaine from her naked body. It took her by surprise. 

"Aren't we having fun already? You can fuck me but not our money. It's bad for business." She looked down to him.

"Forget business! Just relax once in your lifetime. This will tame your control freak daemons." He was  high smiling to her.

"Are you that arrogant to believe that you can handle the rest of them once they are unleashed?"

"I bet my life on it" Ed answered full of cocaine's arrogance.

"Bet mine instead. That would be fun." She replied with a wicked grin on her face as she pushed him on the bed and sniffed her part of cocaine from his back.

It was the best sex they ever had. They both lost sense of time while their bodies were shivering from orgasms' spasms till pleasure transcended into euphoria that fainted slowly into exhaustion and pain. They both fell asleep but Ed woke up alone. He was stretching on the bed when he noticed her sniffing last night's leftovers. He looked at her and noticed a spark that he had never seen before. It hardly took him a second to realize that she wasn't coming back from that trip. She jumped but he didn't catch her.

"I know my love." Eden said as she was returning to their bed. "I knew it all along that you couldn't catch me. Come on. Take a closer look. Look carefully what a broken promise looks like." She was showing of her naked body. "Οne who breaks a promise, will always break a human as well, if it's convenient" Eden whispered to his ear and then went south.

People can pretend when they are at work, when they are among friends, whenever they wear their clothes but they can never pretend while they are having sex. That' the moment when the animal takes over unfolding itself, unveiling its true form. This had been a lesson that he learned years ago after having sex with more women than he could recall. At first they stopped having names. Later on they stopped having faces as well. 

Nevertheless each one of them had her own essence which he could effortlessly recall. Ed wasn't having sex with Eden. Her lust was devouring him, one orgasm at a time. She was marking her territory, raising the flags of her dominion, suffocating him in her breathless kisses. Once her hunger was satisfied she got dressed, took her daggers and disappeared for three days in a raw. 

Eden, the one he knew, his beloved Clara just vanished into thin air and a few lines of cocaine. They both sniffed her that night.

"Never catch a falling knife" he kept saying to himself. Ed didn't dare to catch her then. He didn't dare to catch her now either. He couldn't do it.

People always know what they can and furthermore what they cannot do. He was not Ed any more but he was still Father of Lost Souls and he knew who could catch a falling knife. He took her in his arms and headed to the Outcasts' territory. Grumpy was leading his pack. Ed and Eden would be safe; at least up to the moment that they reached for Faceless.