Vanna

nine - Double Meanings

I still hadn't gathered any information about my green-eyed mystery man, who the devil was, why he was after me, what or where Hell was, or how to get home.

The longer I was in Hell the more questions formed, and my angelic light dimmed quite a bit. It was getting tiresome restoring it every day- well what I thought were a day. I was just going off my internal body clock.

"So, we've come up with this Devil person is searching for me because they desire me. This could be any sort of desire. Romantic, homicidal, platonic, or even need my help."

"He wouldn't need help from a young angel like yourself," my green-eyed man snorted.

"It's a man, finally some information out of you, and you may know him, but you don't know his intentions," I snapped back.

I wasn't fond of how my words were coming out like fire these past days. I was starting to think this man was the cause of that. He was a bad influence on my pure heart, and after I figured out what the Devil wanted I was going to get out of Hell.

"Trust me, we are closer than the feathers in your wings. I would definitely know his intentions."

There was that double meaning feeling again. I shrugged it off and continued to say the verse in my head.

"This Devil has schemes and I have to be ready for them. That is what I'm getting from the next verse. What would you say," I questioned?

"The Devil is one for games and scheming, I'd say that's right."

I nodded still in deep thought. "However, I don't get the last verse," I mumbled twisting my hair in my fingers.

"Resite it please."

I smiled at his politeness, see he could be a gentleman. 

"Let thy divine light shine and brighten what once was, but thee shall not let what is light be touched by dark light."

"The way I see it, you are the divine light and the Devil is who once was," he spoke as smooth as silk.

"That doesn't make sense. I am assuming the Devil isn't an angel, so how could he once be light?"

"The Devil was a great angel once. Don't be fooled, Little Angel. The darkest creatures used to hold the brightest of light."

There was a slight moment when his green eyes grew lighter and his face softened, but then it was gone as fast as it came. 

"I'm done talking about the Devil, let's talk about you."

He laughed like it was the funniest thing in the entire heavens. I will admit his laugh sent butterflies crashing into my stomach, and his wide smile caused the hidden dimples in his cheeks to stand out.

"What's so funny," I questioned laughing too.

"Oh, Little Angel. Perhaps someday you will know what I think is so funny."

I greatly disliked secrets, especially ones kept from me. I disliked it even more because I knew nothing of this serpent and that is all I wanted, other than going back to heaven.

"I would like to know your name so I can quit calling you Green-eyed man."

He sat there on the black leather couch staring up at me. It was like he was trying to read beneath my surface, look into my blinding light.

"I'm not telling you who I am-"

"Why not, and even if you did I most likely wouldn't know who you were other than the serpent." I cut him off getting that weird hot feeling in my chest.

"Little Angel, if you would not jump to conclusions and let me finish. I was going to say, but you may call me Luc."

My estranged feelings vanished as I registered what he said. I finally had some sort of name to call him. Luc. I liked that, somehow it really fit his character.

"Luc means light and illumination in French. I hardly find you being full of light and illumination, but I feel like it fits you somehow ."

"As I said before, perhaps you will know someday," he said standing from the sofa. "You may stay here, but I have work to do, and if you wouldn't mind try not being so nosy."

With that hurtful comment he left and I was sitting there thinking about his previous comment. 

Did all his words hold a double meaning? I was really thinking this man was playing a game with me and hadn't informed me of the instructions, rules, and even that I was playing.

For the remainder of my time I stayed in the room I had woken in, but this time the floor was slate black and the entire room was illuminated by torches.

I was assuming this was his quarters.

My cheeks flushed red when I thought of waking in here. If this was his quarters then that was his bed I woke up in and I was wearing his robe.

I cupped my hot cheeks in my hands when the thought of his sleeping form in that bed. Why was I thinking these preposterous things?

Hell was affecting me too much, I couldn't control my thoughts or my words. I could hardly control anything.

I held my arms open and let myself fall into the bed. Right as I landed on the bed Luc's shirtless form appeared above me. His hands placed on both sides of my head blocking me in, and his eyes were piercing green, but then once I blinked he was gone.

After a moment I realized it was a premonition of sorts. I had read about those in the books back home. If an angel desired something it could sometimes create a hallucination of sorts, or even show them a future instant of it happening. But, I wasn't sure if it was just a hallucination of desire or a glimpse of the future. 

  What was happening to me? Why was Luc changing me? Why had I found that photo? Why had I gone outside my room? Why had Luc saved me? Who was the Devil? Why did he desire me? What was Hell? Who was Luc really? How do I get home? So many questions, but still no answers.