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“Aru. His name,” Volcano tenderly spoke. “The Egyptian word for blessed.”
“Perfect,” she enthused. “A perfect name for him. Is it too dangerous out there for him?”
“There’s a safe patch out the back, inside the garden wall. I’ll take him out if you promise to sit close to the fire and stay there.”
“Only safe space in here?” she asked, incredibly curious.
“Yes. When I’m not inside. You’re a prize catch to some in this realm.”
“I’ll obey, master with the over-large brute.”
Gently Volcano let go of his woman, took himself from her, then stood. She moved closer to the fire, taking a blanket with her. “Stay awake,” he warned. Bending, he kissed her, his fingertips brushing beneath her strong soft chin.
Hearing the ferocious seriousness of tone, Sedona nodded as he straightened. Baby pranced toward her looking for a playmate. “Aru,” she spoke his name, cupped his adorable face. “Your daddy is going to take you out. Be good.”
“Come on, fella,” Volcano scooped him up. “Let’s go take a sniff around.” He draped a small blanket around his hips, then headed for a section of the cottage wall that suddenly opened as a door.
“Wonder if this belongs to a past girlfriend?” she murmured, then chastised herself for the jealousy behind her speculation. Lost in the sinuous dance of colors, she hugged her knees, gazing toward the happy flames for awhile. When the flames sparked up nastily, she whipped her head around, and jumped back a bit.
A bluish man-sized creature stood in the center of the small room. Demon gargoyle came to mind, her senseless mind. It stared, or leered, at her. Yellow feral gleaming eyes hungered.
“You can’t touch me,” she asserted, deciding that was her best defense.
The creature’s tail serpentine-whipped back and forth, a devil’s wedge on the tip.
“Isn’t the fire becoming too hot?” it growled, but didn’t move.
The flames roared up behind her. Sedona didn’t move. “Leave,” she commanded.
“Leave. You heard the lady, Voloruk.” Mildly Volcano spoke, but his stance was deadly.
“You left her unprotected,” Voloruk equitably spoke. “My right.”
Volcano moved toward Sedona, gently handed down Aru. “My lady asked me to attend to her puppy. My right. Leave and I’ll give you a worthy battle in the ring later. At Gyus festival.”
“Of course. I yield upon your word.” Voloruk grimaced widely, bowed, then popped out of sight.
“I had no idea.” Sedona automatically stroked, cuddling her ‘baby’. “Gyus festival?”
“Largest festival. During spring season. A celebration of the new crops planted. The selling of wares for the summer.” Volcano knelt down beside his fire-warmed woman, and finger-brushed her tresses back.
“It doesn’t feel like winter here.”
“Summer to our winter,” he murmured, drew her into the circle of his arms. She didn’t resist him.
“Obviously you two know each other.” Sedona allowed the domesticity to unfold, leaned against his strength, and held Aru in her arms.
“I’ll give you a front row view of his defeat.”
“That’s my cherub man,” she sassed a bit, and also meant. “You are brave.” Because he was.
Volcano pressed a kiss to the top of his angel woman’s head. “If we rest now, I can rig up George, the Nighthawk, later.”
“That’s right, bribe the little woman into compliance. But I guess you could have sold me off to our uninvited visitor.”
“For a treasure chest or two,” he light-hearted teased her.
“You need rest, don’t you, Mr. Hard-Working Cherub?”
“I need your angel essence sprinkling into me while I rest,” he teasing-tormented.
“You probably do. Hey, you’re not
carnal romancing
me, just so you can protect me better, are you? Something about our energies working together?”
“No,” he sternly spoke. “And yes. Our energies do work better together when we carnal share.” Volcano winced inside because he knew his woman would be suspicious of his motives with her, more than she already ferociously doubted him. He definitely didn’t care for her silence with him now.
“But you’ve done that before,” she finally murmured.
“Once. It was a mutual agreement. At the time. Sedona, it was carnal enjoyment only. What we just rapture-enjoyed could not have happened with her. It has never happened before.”
“Never before,” she gossamer-murmured half a moment later. “Me either.”
But Volcano could feel her doubts, sharp as star laser spears into his physical form. He was prepared. His angel woman could be shattered as easily as matter into Earth’s sun, Sol.
“Let’s rest.” She turned, touched her palm to his chest. “That’s what matters now. Get comfortable, cherub. What do we do about baby Aru? Spoil him?”
“He can sleep beside us. But he’s not sleeping between us.” Volcano brought them back to the blanket bedding, then cuddled his woman against him. She placed the pup beside her. Aru roused himself, yawned, stretched, then settled against her.
“What did Voloruk want me for?” Sedona wriggled more comfortably against him, then realized what she was doing. But it was too late now.
“One of his pleasure mates. He has two now.”
“Great. Third down on the rutting pole. My life’s dream.”
“The way of his kind. They collect pleasure mates until one becomes the Mate.”
“What happens to the other ones?”
“Sold at a huge before-marriage celebration. As pleasure mates. Sometimes to the one who wants to marry them, but hasn’t been able to.”
“Interesting. But thanks for the timely rescue. Go to cherub dreamland.” Sedona closed her eyes, and felt him instantly enter the realm of sleep, taking her with him.
You Won’t Save the World
“You won’t save the world.” Special Agent Chokynkos confronted. “You and your little dog.” She looked like a shadow cartoon character, stark in the boiling mist.
“Why not?” Sedona asked, just to irritate her.
“You’re nothing,” she snarled, jabbed her fist on her hip.
“Perhaps you should speak to our Creator about my status in the Earth creation,” Sedona calmly returned. “Got a burr in your britches?”
“Our Creator is Lucifer.” The Special Agent charged forward, as if to intimidate. “He is Lord of the Earth.”
“Not doing too good of a job, is he? Wars, pestilence, famine, all that sort of nasty thing.” Sedona remained pleasant and calm in the face of the woman, who looked like a horrid shadow caricature. “A large nasty burr in your britches?”
“Once the angel parasites are destroyed, the world becomes ours. We reign until the end of time.”
“I don’t think your real estate is going to sell. If you know what I mean. Would I buy in a world ruled by the lockstep minions of Lucifer? Well, gee, I don’t think so!”
“Your kind isn’t wanted. People will do as they’re told.”
“Well, that kinda takes all the fun out of it, don’t you think? You will eat your peas. You won’t eat your peas. Or you will be killed.” Sedona sing sang. “No choice about going to your room. Paying your baby brother off to eat them.”
“Do you think that cherubim minion can save you? He’s barely wet behind the celestial ears. Get a clue. You aren’t even worth their top effort.”
“My goodness, and I thought he was kinda hunky cute. But when you put it like that, just nail me to your swastika and let’s be done with it. Better yet, make me your blood sacrifice at Maya Toga Days. Rip out my beating heart. Kick me down the steps in the name of Lucifer. Do you think that will send the right message?”
“Fallen angel! You think you’re so smart, so brainy, so above the rest of us. That’s always been your downfall.”
“My! Make this personal. Wasn’t Lucifer a fallen angel? Get smart, be your own woman. Don’t bow down to anyone.”
“If you were spiritually intelligent, you would join with us instead of bowing down to an absent God. He can’t, won’t save this world.”
“People are supposed to save ‘this world’. Weren’t we made in His image?”
“Humanity was a creation of Lucifer, as his servants. People require control, regulation. We are only accomplishing what is necessary to save our world.”
“Well, put on the Nazerazzi black cowboy hats. Yippee! Round us up. Herd us like cattle. You’ve already got most us branded. Headed for the FEMA camps. Pretty soon you’ll be sticking bovine genes into the human genome. Well, moo moo to you. And our boobs bigger too, human dairy products. Squirt, squirt! Come and get it, boys!”
“You’re deranged. You require treatment, an obvious incarnated imbalance. Your personality must be normalized.”
“Normal? Do you mean because Barbie, even with her angel costume, was never my friend, and I didn’t spend my days at the mall or playing 'soccer mom'? Some of us chose the
road less traveled
. Any road traveled in the Soviet Union, oops! Oh my mistake. That’s any North American Union traveled is now a crime. Grow up, Special Agent. Get a ‘brainy’ clue!”
“If you refuse to surrender, if you refuse to help us save the world, for every mile toward Los Angeles, a blood sacrifice will be made. You will be responsible for a real reign of terror during your precious silly Maya Toga Days.”
“Talk about deranged. Don’t you take the bloody cake?”
“Every mile—”
“Sedona, where are you?”
His desperate commanding voice woke her. Partially. Being in a cold slimy sweat forced her fully awake. “No!” she whispered the scream. She shoved herself up on one arm. She panted, and felt horribly nauseous.
“Where were you?”
His concern bathed her, calmed her enough.
“In bloody hell it seems, with the Special Agent. They’re going to kill people, if we continue.” She began quaking, shivering violently, only saved by his arms tightly around her. “Want a front row view?”
“Yes,” he tenderly growled and moved through her mind’s door. He returned to her quietly weeping. Volcano cradled her head against his chest, holding her.
“The Wicked Witch of the West, that’s what she reminds of.” His woman wept harder, then collapsed against him. “I know it must mean that
somehow it really is important I show up. For the many, instead of the few,
like Spock. Oh God, I don’t want to be responsible for people being killed, even if I’m
not
actually responsible. God! Even if this world is pure utter hell, and they’d be happier on the other side, in heaven. No, please, I don’t want people killed. No, please.”
Volcano rubbed her back, considered, and communed. His woman sobbed her huge angel heart out as she tried to reconcile within her soul
what she knew was the
highest
for all, verses the killing of innocents. It was tearing her apart.
“Sedona,” he crooned. “Help me call on the guardian angel troops to protect everyone in
She nodded against his chest, put her hand in his and joined with his essence. Together they gathered the giant angelic force, strengthening their presence in
“It is done,” he murmured. “Those who pass over, it is their time.”
“I know. It hurts, though.” Sedona sniffled back her tears, accepting the cloth he’d summoned for her. She patted her face, drying her tears.
“Time for some NightHawk,” Volcano lightened his voice. He rose, moved to his cycle. “I want to hear about our exploits.” He switched on his etheric receiver, tuning it with his frequency touches.
“What? Do you mean our Butch and Sundance exploits?” his woman weepy fragile asked him.
Who are these two? Futuristic black cycle, futuristic weapons, looked like the latest chase thriller for awhile. My nerves were on the razor’s edge. Have we got a 2012 Bonnie and
Did you see it, folks? No doubt they were headed west, our direction, the city of
There’s been no news of capture. Or any news that they escaped. If you two can hear my voice, and can call in safely, if you can, the NightHawk family wants to hear from you. Your story.
Or, better yet, if you are headed for LA., come by the studio. We’ll know who you are. Remember, this broadcast doesn’t end for the next thirty-six hours. The Maya 2012 countdown has begun.
“Great! Finally, an invitation to call in. Too bad I can’t out the Wicked Witch of the West.” Sedona threw up her hands for emphasis. Aru raised his head to watch her. “Who’s the cutest baby in the world?” she cooed, then stroked his side.