As I haven’t shared anything with you all for a while, I thought today I will show you a piece form an upcoming book about Old Gods and fallen angels.
SCENE FROM UPCOMING STORY: WHEN ANGELS MOURN:
Edmond placed his tribute on the alter, “My Goddess, I know I am nothing but a worthless demon. I know you have no reason at all to answer my call. Yet I hope that you will. I have lost Alyssa, the love of my life. She has grown cold, harden to this life. I need her to exist again, be herself. The loving sweet woman I remember. I need her to know who I am. Please, help me.”
He paused waiting, hoping for some sort of reaction. Something, anything really, a sign that they had some hope. Not really knowing what to expect even if he gained a sign. It had been centuries since he prayed to any form of deity, yet alone an Old One that might not even be awake. Even the last time he had asked for guidance, he had been ignored. That was one of the reasons he had been moving away from Unity for some time now. The fact they never listened, never answered their servants. Never even taking interest in the bigger picture of life, or its people.
Edmund had a feeling that answers sometimes took a while or perhaps he was just trying to hold on to a shred of hope a little while longer. He sat on the floor by the alter to wait. Taking her necklace from around his throat, popping it open to look at her portrait. “Alyssa, I need you beloved.” He mumbled to himself. Exhausted he closed his eyes. He hadn’t slept in a week, or maybe longer. The temptation to rest a few moments here was just too strong.
He didn’t know how much time had passed, but when his bleary eyes reopened it was dark outside. Edmond yawned, stretching lazily. For a moment he felt at peace, like Alyssa was with him. Before the feeling passed again, bringing the reality of his situation crashing back down on him. He wasn’t alone this time, a beautiful woman was stood over him. Dark hair cropped short around her face, jeans with a button down denim shirt. “Feeling better for you little nap sugar?” she asked.
Edmond rubbed his eyes, “Typical, I come looking for a Goddess and end up with some Southern Comfort.”
“O, I’m not Goddess enough for you?” she asked dryly, “What me to be 50 foot high? Wear a crown? All that showboat bull crap the others use? I’d rather pool my energies into the only thing that really matters, true love!”
“Shouldn’t you be a leggy blonde, with clam shells and all that shit?” he countered.
Aphrodite sighed changing to the stereotypical appearance, picking at the blonde curls as they got in her eyes. “Whatever floats your boat sugar, this is your fantasy not mine. Yet perhaps this frame suits your tastes better?” she asked, swapping into the red haired slender form of Alyssa. In that stunning black gown she had worn the very first time they had met.
Edmond swallowed a few times, trying to deal with the image in front of him before casting his eyes to the ground. “Please stop, you made your point. I apologise.” He said quietly.
Aphrodite nodded, dropping back to her original form. “Ya know sugar, exhausting yourself isn’t helping the girl any. Nor is coming on so strong. She is scared of you. Even after drinking the water of the dead, her body knows that you are an impossibility. The fact that you can’t exist, makes you not exist in her eyes.”
“Then what do I do to get her back? I will do anything. Just please, my lady. Make me what Alyssa needs.” He begged.
“Are you sure that is exactly what you want? To be what Alyssa needs?” she asked.
She smiled devilishly at him. “Be careful what you wish for sugar.” Blowing him a kiss.
The next thing Edmund knew, he was waking up on the floor of the temple and she was gone. He groaned, his whole body hurt. His head pounded like he had been drinking for a month without stopping. He was shaky, looking around trying to get his bearings back. His head was muzzy, odd, there was no other way to describe it. Something was different, he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. He felt strange, not as he should be.
Then it hit him, two mounds on the front of his chest reshaping his shirt. “What the hell?” he demanded, ripping it off to show a bra underneath that was very much filled with womanly things. “I have breasts? Fucking tits? What the hell do I want with these?” He grabbed a plate from the alter to turn over and use as a sort of mirror. Gone was his boyish charm, in its place was a buxom woman’s appearance. Dark curls framing her face, rich lips, deep set eyes. Very attractive actually, if it wasn’t his body!
“Fucking breasts!” he exclaimed touching them to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. Then a terrifying thought crossed his mind. Slipping a hand between his legs….. Something was missing. Edmund screamed, this was a nightmare pure and simple. She was torturing him for his rash actions! “Aphrodite you whore, what did you do to me? Where is my fucking dick?” he demanded.
“You asked for what Alyssa needed.” She said coolly, appearing behind him.
“Yes I did! A spell, a talisman, a fucking potion. Not this!” he exclaimed, “What the hell do you expect me to do without a dick? With these disgusting growths on my chest?”
“To stop trying to screw her for a start.” She snapped, “A woman needs more than a good lay. Figure it out moron or lose her.” She vanished muttering about demons spurning the gifts of the Gods.