Shemyaza still couldn’t tell what that feeling was, but he is feeling it even at this time; void, painful void in his heart as well as a pull to every direction, suffocation and madness like his head is wide open and every creature is jumping in it and out. How can remembering the conversation of her death would affect him this much, let alone during at that exact moment?
“Help her recall what she was told by the intruder, and tell no one about this,” he quietly utters, staying still in that divine like sculpture pose. Exhaling long, Zhai withdraws her so little hope left in her. “Not even me,” he adds, and she frowns, looking up to his direction, confused.
She doesn’t know how to make sense out of what he is planning on doing to them both, except that Adha is still alive.
“You may go find her in the washroom,” he says to her and she flick stands to march out. All she can understand is that Adha is in that room and perhaps alone. She quietly stands from the ground in speed and marches out; her first three steps she is taking aren’t exactly ascertaining to her safely walk; she turns slowly to her back, only to get a glimpse of him staying in the same position that she didn’t waste time thinking to speed off and out his bedroom. She speeds straight to the end of the corridor into the washroom.
Moments after Zhai left his room, he slowly lifts his head up and sits straight as his forearms rest fully on the banister, while he looks out the beach; where his brother and sisters are busy planning on forming a safe guarding to his house and the perimeter. They want to wait ready with strategical standby procedures to attack back for any other strikes that might come from angels or archangels who did this for the first time after lifetime.
He stands up as he holds tight the table around his waist and starts walking closer to the torn down wall to have a better and closer look to the happening out on the beach. Standing still, he disappears in his memory boat to the moment between his brother and him; to what happened to reach to this point.
“Did they know?” he asked Gabriel, feeling down and staying still on the floor; his right hand in a fist pressing down on the ground as his left hand held the table covering around his hip.
“Not yet,” Gabriel answered as he took a step closer towards Shemyaza. “I felt a calling of duty,” he said, looking down at his broken brother. “I can’t say what you have become, but I know you have a choice to make, if you choose to save her, then I shall stand by you to protect and guard that child.”
“What child?” Shemyaza was shocked enough to understand the new emotion. He looked up to his brother, who was looking down at him with his graceful appearance and presence.
“That soul is conceiving, as of the last time you touched her…”
“It can’t be,” Shemyaza sprung up. “Not again.” He didn’t know how to take the news; he feared it might happen all over again. He has slept with many and none of them ever conceived him a child after; not after Hiwa and Hiya. He thought and was sure it is something that will never happen again. “No, I will go back to Constellation of Orion, Please, not her.” He knelt begging his brother. “Tell father, I’ll burn if he wants me to, I go back there and hang upside down, whatever he wishes,” he added. He was so scared.
“Can’t you feel something is changed?” Gabriel asked him, amused ay his reaction. “You are acting more like a man,” he uttered, as he takes a step back but he pressed a smile. “I am telling you to get her out of this place and choose the right path to save her and that child in her,” he added. “I think I have said enough to the reunion, but I will wait for you. Your decision.”
“What is with this child and her?” he asked him, with deep worry on his face, “What is going on?” he asked.
“They are coming for us and you should stay here till she leaves this place, unharmed.” He bent from is knee in his attacking mood as he lifted his hands in the air with pleasure. “I have waited to do this for a long time,” he uttered, smiling.
“Please, do tell me,” Shemyaza once again asked him as he stood straight, ignoring what he is attempting to do to him.
“They’re the chosen one,” he quietly said and before Shemyaza analysed his brother’s response, he got struck by lightning and got thrown out the room to the beach with the wall and broken glasses of the French window.
Shemyaza rolled backward and staggered to manage to stay still but couldn’t take the struck that he unintentionally deflates weave of blue light to his surrounding, which hits the burst wall once again wider. He descended against his back and stayed still, sprawled on the ground.
Gabriel flies out the house and lingers on top of Shemyaza. He looks up to the approaching demons and his brothers, who are hurrying for feeling his presence and cover himself with his light, but he chose to stay for a while, looking down at his brother with his surrounded with all burnt black area from his own power, but he is laying there powerlessly after that.
“T I zomdv Ggahalana, Elo. Chiso,” he utters to God in Enochian. He is only admitting that it is his will to exist and so shall it be. He flew down to him and woke him up as he stepped on his chest with his left foot. “Up,” he said to him.
Murmuring, Shemyaza woke, but his attention was taken by the approaching sound of his brothers and he leaned back and gazed to his left to where they were all marching to.
“Ooaoana elasa, esiasacahe,” he uttered to him, saying to see him soon. He then uses his left foot he used to wake him up with to hit him away from his presence but towards his brothers. It’s almost as if he is trying to destroy the complete trail of the burnt sand; as Shemyaza slid back on the ground, he wiped the black burnt sand off with his body but his servant held him still to save her master from the attack.
Gabriel hit the ground Shemyaza was laying by with another lightning as he shoots up and out of their world; as he attempts to blew off the burnt sand.
“I can feel something different,” Androalphus walked in in grace and stands behind him, but he wakes him up from his momentary sleep in his memory. “Other than an archangel,” he adds pressing a smile.
“I thought you left for Sabbat?” Shemyaza coldly utters and he didn’t even care to turn and face him.
“I did but what’s more important than the safety of my brothers.” Shemyaza can feel he sarcasm in his voice. “Besides, it’s been ages since we saw the arches. I fear this might mean something…”
“War isn’t something strange of any of us,” Shemyaza answers as he walks right past him. “See yourself out, I’ll attend to matters that concerns me.”
“Indeed, but I am here to check on your lady, Adha is her name, I believe.” Shemyaza ceases on his steps in shock.
“What for?”
“Baal mentioned her,” he says, as he takes a step towards Shemyaza. “He said she appears different,” he breathes a simple laughter, “he suspects she might be with power, that she might be a weapon, with power that can deceive even us,” Shemyaza can sense that Androalphus thinks that’s a bluff.
“Of course not,” he answers to him and stands facing him. “Even if that’s the case, I…”
“You will handle your matter,” he takes the sentence and completes it for him. “I get it, but I think I am sensing something different about you,” he says, tilting to his right as he narrows his eyes. “Could it be that, it might already...”
“Rage; I was attacked by an arch angel and I am in, rage. That’s what you are sensing in me,” he says and turns to walk into the closet. “Unless you too see something or dare to say I am deceiving?” he adds stealing a glimpse over his right shoulder to Androalphus, who is following him in distance.
“Of course not,” he says, bowing down to him with a smile. “I’ll leave you to what you wish to do,” he says and turns to his way out, but the steps he is taking are quite evaluative; his eyes looking around the room as his mind keeps thinking about what really is wrong about him.
After he is sure Androalphus’s footsteps are far, he blows air out and long. He is hoping Zhai will do things in
as fast as possible before he figures anything out.
Chapter Fifteen
“Are you okay?” Zhai is asking me after she told the rest of ladies to leave us and having the room to ourselves alone.
I think I nod or so, but I am not sure about what I am doing.
“What di he do to you?” she asks me as she slowly touches me on my shoulder.
I slowly look down at myself; I am bruised almost everywhere he touched me. Right at the moment, I see my skin, I start to feel pain that I frown gasping as my lips shakes in response, but no sound at all. I am now crying and screaming inwardly.
How can you act when you hate yourself? What’s the right reaction or response to that? You’ll have to hate yourself first, to know that. But I feel like I am done, I have nothing left in me to fight for. I can feel the wide void in me that is making me feel the oblivion. I don’t have a choice and if there is one, I doubt if I want to take it.
“Pain will go away,” she says, and I look up to her in the same expression written on my face. She simply presses a smile to hide her sadness and walks to a table that a lady was working on grinding herbal medicine by. She lifts the ceramic grinding material and proceed on smashing the herbs as she walks to me. “You will feel pinch an that mean good,” she adds. “The medicine woks, it mean,” she says. I think she is worried enough to construct proper words. She kneels down on my right, to the bathtub that I am in and start pouring the herbs into the tub.
Did she say pinch? It’s stingy, it burns it feels like everything with a sharp end is touching my skin. I squeeze my eyes shut and swallow my scream in but hum as loudly as I can. Good thing it stops instantly; I feel all the terrible pain when it comes in contact to my skin. It’s like it kills the pain right away with another pain; every part I was feeling pain is now numb like it never happened in the first place.
I lift my right hand up and out of the water and pinch my wrist with my left-hand; I just want to make sure if the contusion round my wrist hurts anymore. Yes, there is no pain at all, and it make me press a smile.
“I told you,” she says and starts to wipe my body, socking a sponge with the water from the tub.
“Is it possible to hide…run away from every creature including him, in this Godforsaken place?” I ask her, squeeze closing my eyes in response to the sting I feel when the water touches me on a dry wound, as well in towards everything. She remains quiet and I turn to look at her. “There isn’t one, right?” I add and turn my face to look back to our surroundings.
“Don’t lose hope in getting out of here,” she says quietly.
I’ve seen this type of floor and wall wooding; Kate’s parent’s cabin is just like this; ceruse oak wooding, maybe this one is different, but from my experience with Kate, I would say this is it. The difference is the fact that the walling and the flooring is uniform here and the candlelight by the corners make the decoration appear pleasing. It appears to me that the bathtub is the only thing to exist in this room and at the centre. It’s oval shaped tub and looks like it’s buried deep in the ground that the only thing I can see is the door and door seal of it, every curve edge of the top of the tub. I can’t say how they fill water in it since I am not able to see any faucet. The room isn’t that specious and there is no need anyway, this room only consists of the bathtub and the table with the chair.
“It’s not like home,” she adds, and I look back at her. I think she is still on that topic. “They have their own ways of finding out,” she says. I think we are indeed friends who cares for each other, I need her around me though I am feeling embarrassed to meet her in her eyes.
“I’m so tired,” I breath long as I allow my left hand to brush my hair back as I huddle my knees up to my chest and my right arm around my legs in the water.
“Don’t you want to go out?” she asks, and she sounds more hopeful than I would want her to be. I don’t know if I am up for a round to play Columbus; I can’t go around and around in this world to look for a way out.
“I don’t know,” I said, but a thought crossed my mind that I feel like I want to be out. “Why?” I ask her as I lift my head up and looking at her. “Is there a reason?” I’m hoping she would say she found a way back home, or something.
“Um,” she says and walked closer to the door and takes a moment to listen to whatever it is out there. She turns around and looks at me and I turn to her direction, to my back and lean my chin on my crossed arms rested on the rim of the tub. I just noticed that she is still in the dress she was wearing for the dinner, as she wipes her wet hands on her thigh.
“I don know what happen,” she says and walks back to me and kneels down. “He called me earlier to his room and I was sure what I heard at night was not for somethin goo,” she presses her lips in a hard line.
“Of course not, can’t you see the state I’m in?” I answer to her.
“No, not that I mean,” she says, closing her eyes. “I mean, you are not in goo shape bu, a boom wakes me up that I thou the whole house was down on us,” she says and from her breathing, whisper, her wide eyes and her English, I can tell she is meaning to tell me about something so important.
“Wait, I just didn’t mind it, but I felt it as well, but…” I roll my eyes to emphasise on my situation. “You know, I didn’t care,” I added and turn my face and sit properly. She come to my left and sit with her foot in the tub and lean her face closer to mine.
“Thou I was to be punish, bu he said to help you remember what the lady told you about,” her whispering is deeper and she is extra careful that this stays between us alone.
“Why…” I close my eyes, shaking my head as I press my lips down, shrugging my shoulders, “why are you whispering about it if he wants you to help me remember?” I ask her.
“Because,” she says, rolling her eyes, exhausted. “He said not to tell anyone epen me,” I frown, and she shakes her head, as if clearing herself, “I mean him.” she completes her sentence, correcting herself. We stay still; our faces closer to one another, but we are both doing our best to restrain our laughter, though it’s clear in our eyes and shaking lips. When we couldn’t help it no more, we both simply burst out in laughter and she fall into the tub.
“Oh my,” I say as I help her sit next me. “I guess there is always something that make us laugh.”
“Yes, but,” she turns to me and holds me on my shoulders with her hands. “I understan that he wants us to leave,” she says, and my smiling face suddenly dies. I can feel my heart sinking and I fear to face my family with this feeling; unworthy of anything.
“I’m too tired to recall anything,” I utter, as I look to the table on my right and away from Zhai.
“Come on, please. Jus when we got the chance you can’t give up,” she says as she leaves the tub, making the water splash as she stands and lifts her legs out; one after the other. As she walks, I hear the water splashing from her soaked dress. She lifts a towel and gown to cover me with and walks back to me.
“I take the towel,” she says, as she takes her dress off and I put the gown on after leaving the tub.
“Let’s change into something comfortable and to the tree,” I said, but I am honestly not in the mood to do anything, but I really don’t want to let her excitement down. Besides, I don’t want to waste any chances of getting out of here, even if it means facing my family.
“Yes!” she jumps at me and hugs me. On our way out the room, I press a forced smile. Zhai takes the lead to open the door. “Oh, Abebi,” I heard her say as she stops in surprise and I stretch up on my toes to look out and right past her head.
“Hi,” a young beautiful girl answered her with deep musician voice, rough sounding but beautiful to the ears. She is taller than me and she got some shape; deep hourglass body shape, clean black skin and bold head with long neck and broad shoulders, overall, you can tell she is someone who is proud in her nature and doesn’t need anything to support her beauty. Big white almond set eyes with rounded eyebrows are followed by a well-
lined buttoned nose with cupid’s bow heart-shaped lips and a round chin.
I elevate my eyebrows in surprise and press a smile. I have seen her at the dinner, but I didn’t notice her this well. She is in flaxen yellow long bodycon dress with right-leg opening and black slip on.
“No need to waste time talking,” I can hear another voice, but I can’t see her. “We want out of here as well,” I hear and Zhai closes the door in shock.
“Oh no,” she says, and she didn’t even dare to face me.
“Open it, Zhai.”
“I can’t, he said not to tell anyone.” I can see she is scared and shocked, but I don’t want to follow his instruction anymore.
“Who cares about what he said?” I pushed her away from the door and open it.
“How dare you close it, ay,” Abebi said and sucked her teeth; her hands on her hip, showing her disappointment. I can tell she is African. I smile as I look to her left to a shorter lady with a bob haircut, but she welcomes me with a smile.
“How do we know you aren’t playing us?”
“Well…”
“We are not.” Abebi answered and sucked her lips, rolling her eyes. “Tell me, Ay, who would want to stay in this place?” she is loud, and I think it’s because she is mad.
“Shush,” Zhai says, coming out from behind me. “We need to be quiet about this.”
“I’m Jane,” the other lady with too big, too bright emerald eyes utters as she sends her hands to me.
“Ad…”
“We all know who you are, we don’t need introduction,” she says, pressing a smile. “Abebi is as fresh as you are, three or four day before your arrival,” she says, unsure as we start walking down the corridor as both Abebi and Zhai argue in whispers. “She is having so little tolerance, but she is a diamond to those she loves.”
“I can see that,” I say, looking behind us to where she and Zhai are arguing while following us, but Zhai is in Abebi’s shawl she was holding on her left hand earlier. “I can tell she’s nice,” I add.
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