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The 21st December, continued.

But since the devil's bride, Reason, that pretty whore, comes in and thinks she's wise, and what she says, what she thinks, is from the Holy Spirit, who can help us, then? Not judges, not doctors, no king or emperor...
Martin Luther

The guests leave in the darkness, chattering and congratulating us. At last Wanda and I are alone. I could put the lights back on, but I do not. Instead I pick up a candle in my left hand and offer her my right.

"We should go down to the basement, wife, to where this all began." I give her a smile that is full of sharp desire.

[Open to Wanda]

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[al-shairan.livejournal.com]

The 21st December, continued.

But since the devil's bride, Reason, that pretty whore, comes in and thinks she's wise, and what she says, what she thinks, is from the Holy Spirit, who can help us, then? Not judges, not doctors, no king or emperor...
Martin Luther

The guests leave in the darkness, chattering and congratulating us. At last Wanda and I are alone. I could put the lights back on, but I do not. Instead I pick up a candle in my left hand and offer her my right.

"We should go down to the basement, wife, to where this all began." I give her a smile that is full of sharp desire.

[Open to Wanda]

Nothing's Gonna Bring You Back Tonight

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Somewhere between here and nowhere, between now and never
Night, Monday 21 December


Shadow draws me away from the warm bed, away from long toned legs, gentle roaming hands, and soft warm lips. Draws me through the darkness and the light and I look out upon the field I know so well. The place the soul goes before it goes on.

I know the presence here. I know it so well. It's one of mine. I wait wait wait just to watch the essence grow fuller, stronger. Not just a dream visit, not just a momentary step between the living and the dead. She is dead. Dead. Dead and here. A dark shadow smile creeps across my face.

It's sad when they die for they leave behind so much so much pain and sadness and people. They all move on, though. What else would they do? All kill themselves in grief? Ha! No. Man is stronger than that.

Something is wrong, though, as I watch this soul. The field is transformed for her to reflect what is comforting, what is familiar to her, so that this shadow land of Death won't shock the soul into an attempt to retreat back to the body that can no longer house it. That's not what is wrong. There. It shimmers. Once, twice. Three times, a shimmer and gone.

"Shadow?"

I could give chase. I could return to where I know her body is. But I don't. Not without knowing what is happening. That body was dead dead dead. No normal revival would have torn her soul from here. No human could have done that. Not human. I need to know.

"Don't assssk, Old Friend. Sssssheee isss not yourssss any longer. Never can sssssheeee be again," it says, standing beside me, an ever-changing shape of a creature. My eyes narrow as I look across the field, which begins transforming again for the new soul that is arriving already. One I don't know.

"Whose is she?" I ask and it hesitates before drawing a raspy breath.

"Lusssssifer."

A deep breath, though they aren't necessary in this place, and I turn away.

"Ssssshould I watch her ssssstill?"

I pause and shake my head. "No, Friend. She's not my concern anymore."

She never should have been to begin with. That is a mistake I will live with for the rest of my existence. Wanda why did-- I don't finish the question. There's no one to answer it anyway. Leaving the place of Death behind me, I return to where I was before.

"Forgive me, Girl. I thought it was someone important."


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Nothing's Gonna Bring You Back Tonight

[lugh-thecelt.livejournal.com]

Somewhere between here and nowhere, between now and never
Night, Monday 21 December


Shadow draws me away from the warm bed, away from long toned legs, gentle roaming hands, and soft warm lips. Draws me through the darkness and the light and I look out upon the field I know so well. The place the soul goes before it goes on.

I know the presence here. I know it so well. It's one of mine. I wait wait wait just to watch the essence grow fuller, stronger. Not just a dream visit, not just a momentary step between the living and the dead. She is dead. Dead. Dead and here. A dark shadow smile creeps across my face.

It's sad when they die for they leave behind so much so much pain and sadness and people. They all move on, though. What else would they do? All kill themselves in grief? Ha! No. Man is stronger than that.

Something is wrong, though, as I watch this soul. The field is transformed for her to reflect what is comforting, what is familiar to her, so that this shadow land of Death won't shock the soul into an attempt to retreat back to the body that can no longer house it. That's not what is wrong. There. It shimmers. Once, twice. Three times, a shimmer and gone.

"Shadow?"

I could give chase. I could return to where I know her body is. But I don't. Not without knowing what is happening. That body was dead dead dead. No normal revival would have torn her soul from here. No human could have done that. Not human. I need to know.

"Don't assssk, Old Friend. Sssssheee isss not yourssss any longer. Never can sssssheeee be again," it says, standing beside me, an ever-changing shape of a creature. My eyes narrow as I look across the field, which begins transforming again for the new soul that is arriving already. One I don't know.

"Whose is she?" I ask and it hesitates before drawing a raspy breath.

"Lusssssifer."

A deep breath, though they aren't necessary in this place, and I turn away.

"Ssssshould I watch her ssssstill?"

I pause and shake my head. "No, Friend. She's not my concern anymore."

She never should have been to begin with. That is a mistake I will live with for the rest of my existence. Wanda why did-- I don't finish the question. There's no one to answer it anyway. Leaving the place of Death behind me, I return to where I was before.

"Forgive me, Girl. I thought it was someone important."


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