Sinners and Saints

Sinners and Saints Chapter 60.1 - The Power of Love

Her little wings flutter as she stands up in her glass, “Anyone that the Candidate or the Consort-Candidate doesn’t consider family or friends leaves now.  That includes frenemies,” she adds, pointing at Lil and Luc. 

Twenty inches of power-packed chaos.  There’s a tiny tornado forming above her head and little purple lightning bolts reaching for the table again.  I don’t know what to make of it, other than a punk-tink or a Wendy O’Williams reference.  But she is her own entity and neither of those completely apply. 

Lil frowns, but both she and Luc comply along with everyone else I don’t know.  

“Lock the door and close the blinds, please Gil,” she says. 

He does, “Is there a problem?” he asks her after doing so, “You didn’t do this for Sophia and me.” 

“Times change,” she giggles, “I too am not necessarily infallible.  But we all learn from the past and try to do better next time.  You two,” she points at Jojo and me, “Will soon be parents yourself.  You would do well to remember that.  You will make mistakes with your children also.  That doesn’t mean that you don’t love them.  It means that you messed up.  You both need to forgive both of your parents, girls.  They are fallible and they screwed up.  It happens.  Put on your big-girl panties and get over it,” she giggles again and starts climbing out of her glass, “But that’s just free advice for you two.  Both of you are nearly what I pictured when I started the angels and the redeemers.  So much power resides in both of you,” she flutters her wings to get her over the lip of the glass, “But unfortunately I didn’t get a chance to get to know you like I did the other candidates due to the arrangement that I let the council talk me into.  A mistake I don’t intend to repeat.” 

“Moira?” she asks and Moira poofs an asbestos runway down the center of the table, wide enough that only the very edges of the table are exposed. 

“That’s better,” she says, “Katherine, how are you?  Gilbert, please get her some food and water.  Are you holding up, my dear?  Gilbert has you up to speed?” 

“Yes,” Aunt Kathy nods as Dad pours her a glass of water and poofs her a piping hot plate of Lorenzos, “Thank you.  I can’t believe it’s been so long.  Look at you girls – all grown up now.  I haven’t seen you since you were babies.  Since before I started testing,” she adds and looks at Moira and Clark, “Mom?  Dad?  Are you all right?” 

While they rush their daughter and envelope both her and Dad in a squishy, tear-laden group-hug, the Goddess turns to Drake and me, “I just love happy endings, don’t you?” she giggles again, “Now, because we don’t have much time I’m going to use a short-cut to learn about you two.  And then you two next,” she says to Jojo and Baron, “Now this may get a little hot.  Just let me know, ok?” 

She puts her little hands on ours, forcing us to practically hold hands so that she can reach them both at the same time.  It is warm and I can feel her sifting through my mind like Moira and the angels at the hearing did.  But it doesn’t hurt and I relax and let her do her thing. 

Drake grunts next to me, so I lean my shoulder against his, “Just relax.  She’s not going to hurt us.” 

“Hmm,” she mutters, “Interesting.  Oh – oh my.  Hmm, yes, lovely.  Oh dear,” she continues, “Oh – thank goodness.  Really?  How interesting.  I never thought of that before.” 

“Can you tell whose memories she’s talking about?” Drake asks me. 

“No,” I whisper back, “She’s probably doing both at once.  She is a Goddess, after all.”