Mystical Times

Ambrosia's Doom

Deep within the bowels of the earth, where the core flames and the heat melts linger the others. Even deeper are the caves where they dwell. The demons have their own hierarchy, their own discriminations, their own ways......

Zardius longed to change his days. Always the same routine, always the same thing. He longed to just be in another place it didn't really matter where, just not here.

The raeal demons were a small community. Theirs was a strict life. They existed to entice the humans to give their souls. Once given it was recorded and when their death came, one of the raeals would summon the soul. That soul would perish further into the bowels of the earth. The agony and screams of those souls was the sounds Zardius woke and existed to. Barely noticing the sounds these days.

His task was not a menial one. He had to touch the dreams of women and convince them to hand over their souls without touching them. The task he found so easy it bored him. Women were so readily available to give anything for that moment of total pleasure, even if the pleasure was just seeded into their dream. They would only realize what they sacrificed when they woke after death in hell.

Ambra liked to watch Zardius, she found it fascinating how he just trudged along thinking no one noticed. Ambra was not originally a raeal demon. She was a product of a human mother who traded her soul for that of her brother. The day she was born the raeal took her, they raised her and cursed her to resemble them. Red skin, silver eyes, no mouths for they spoke with their minds and their hair was flame. Long wisps of fire that seemed to cascade whether they walked or stood in place.

Ambra hated her life, hated her mother, hated the raeals but she did not hate Zardius. For she saw in him her chance to get out.

For years she had befriended him learning that he felt out of place in the caverns and longed to see and feel the places where the dreaming women lived.

There was only one way to get out of the caverns. Death and then you went to wherever the elders chose. In a place where it was cold and landscaped filled with mountains and air or further into the bowels of the earth. It really depended on how much they liked you.

Zardius was lucky, he was the son of one of the head elders. He could do no wrong, he was just doing his time. The elder Mortann wanted Ambra for himself. The raeals knew passion, more so then humans for they had the capacity to feel their passions in their minds as well as their bodies. He couldn't wait to feel that passion with Ambra, but the counsel had to decide and majority wins.

In another place.....

Steven looked down at the grave, Ambrosia's grave was where he would speak to her. In the last 25 years he had come here to bond with the daughter he did not know he had. His wife confessing at her death bed spoke of the trade. His sons life for Ambrosia. Actually the son of a lover as it turned out. Ambrosia however was his. He was away and it was the first day of each day thereafter he hated having been at sea. A fisherman with no wife, no daughter and a son that was not his.

He wept, long hard tears. One of the tears bounced, and bounced from one tomb stone to another until it landed on an angel stone. The angel began to move it's stone head. Turning to Steven it said "she can return, you must make a trade, if you trade well then two will return". The angel once again became a still statue.

Steven began to think long and hard, how could he get his daughter from hell and both of them return?

In the heat of a moment.....

Zardius...come to me. Let us sit and talk for awhile. She sat and waited as Zardius approached her. For the first time he really noticed her. The human side of her always showed like a shadow when they were alone, this time it showed on her. Red glowing around her. He knew that soon the elders would mate her, their curse would only hold her for a time. Once mated she would become full raeal. One of the elders would be chosen for her. He suddenly found that impossible to accept. Ambra was feeding his mind well. Zardius allowed her thoughts to invade him. He wanted to help.

to be continued....

11/15/08

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