Saint's Sacrament - Sins of the Father (21 page)

His semen shot inside of her, yet he continued to pump until he was totally drained
and there was nothing to spare…

After a few short moments
, they slid into the water, his arms still securely around her. He moved backward to the opposite end of the tub. His eyes felt heavy; he could barely keep them open as he stared up at the beautiful, intricate domed ceiling. He likened this euphoria to heroin, without the horrific addiction and process of blood swirling in needles.

After a few moments
’ rest, Xenia appeared to regain her bearings. She lay between his gaping thighs, her head on his chest.

“Baby…” she
said, breaking the silence.

“Mmmm hmmmm…” Saint responded, his eyes still closed and the deep desire to sleep a bit longer within him.

“Thank you for the chakra orgasm.” She laughed lightly.

“You’re welcome.” He grinned. “But, you know it’s not something I can just deliver
on demand. It happens when it happens and as you see,” he yawned, “it knocks us both into sleepy land.”

“I know, but
it is so worth it…” He could hear the smile in her voice. “I’ve never had any of this until we got together, Saint.” She moved her leg, causing the water to ripple. “I can’t believe I never knew about passing out during oral sex, chakra orgasms and all of that. I considered myself a sexually educated woman, but this was all new to me.”

“Well, baby, I mean, those things don’t happen to everyone and they don’t happen all the
time. I try to teach men, the Rainbeaus, that a woman’s orgasm starts in her mind. Once we are connected with your minds, everything else will follow. I’d been flirting with you all day, the build up. We planned this fun little excursion, and…I just needed to be close to you and alone with you, so,” He shrugged his shoulders as he lightly ran his hand up and down her arm, “it was bound to happen I suppose.”

It had happened several times since they’d been together, but it would always take
them both by surprise. When all seven chakras were touched through the act of intercourse, this was the end result. The lucky ones would reach four or five, but when all seven had been kissed, well…the body and mind would go sexually berserk.

They
grew quiet then. Saint leaned forward and drained the water. He hugged her just a bit tighter, folding his arms around her possessively, curling his thighs around hers, enclosing her to him. They both fell asleep, and in that state, Saint entered her dreams.

She was carefree,
stress-free, though thoughts of their children with Mama Pam did enter her mind several times. He needed her to be okay, to be at peace, for her serenity calmed his own troubled soul. He could feel it. Something sneaky and slimy was crawling around, scoping him out. Was it Sinclair getting a wild hair up his ass and wishing Saint to suffer? Possibly. It felt like more than that however, as if ancient trade winds were whirling past him, warning him of things to come. No, it didn’t smell of Egypt; this felt closer to home. There were loose ends that needed to be tied, and this time, he wouldn’t be foolish and go in with no direction. No, there was no need for that. He had friends, his children, his father. He was no longer alone and would face whatever danced around on the horizon, waiting to snare him into some ultimate bullshit…

~***~

Jagger kicked his feet up and twisted
from side to side in his black bomber jacket as if he had a kink in his spine. The brute cracked his knuckles and rubbed his neck, all the while keeping a smirk on his face. Saint glared at the bottom of the man’s black boots, propped up on the edge of his custom desk. Near the vast window behind Saint’s desk stood Lawrence, looking out contemplatively.

“So, I say we meet him
,” Jagger offered, his lips still twisted, eyes glowing, sniffing no doubt for a confrontation.

“Lawrence, you know I trust you.” Saint reached into his desk drawer and pulled out a cigar. He ran the
torpedo shaped beaut under his nose and breathed in its essence, briefly closing his eyes. Lawrence turned and approached him. A small dancing flame, reminiscent of a hot belly dancer the way the damn thing swayed, blazed on the tip of the man’s index finger. Saint grinned at the sight, placed his cigar to the flame and took his first intoxicating puff. Lawrence placed his finger in his mouth, snuffing out the fire, before turning back to the window, looking out at the world, arms crossed. His long black hair, which reached to the middle of his back, lifted and swayed as if in a breeze. Saint looked up—the damned air conditioning vent was going high speed, putting a chill in the room.

“He is determined to meet you
eventually, Saint, with or without your permission. It is an honor. The healing and cleansing are secondary, believe it or not,” Lawrence said.

“Okay
.” Saint pushed his leg forward and leaned back in his leather chair, exhausted. It had been a long day at work. Back to back meetings, putting out fires. A Queendom conference and two Rainbeau conferences were approaching, and five hate crimes were under investigation. “Tell me everything, Lawrence. I want to know who he is, where he came from, what you know about him and Jagger, if you pick up anything odd you let me know immediately.” Saint pointed to the man, whose eyes now glowed so light blue, they almost looked clear.

Jagger nodded in agreement.

“Of course.” Lawrence slowly paced the room. “His name is Krishna.”

“What?” Saint threw his hands up as
he swung his chair in Lawrence’s direction. “No last name?”

“Nope. We just know him as Krishna.
Your personalities are vastly different, however, he is similar to you, power strength wise, only he is a shaman, like my father. He was born in a small Indian village called Dhani. It is very rural, and the people there live simply. He is approximately sixty-eight. That makes him thirty-six in Angel Child years.”

“I thought everything was divided in fives.” Saint looked at Lawrence as he asked for clarification on his math.

“Yes,” Lawrence paused briefly before continuing, “our age progression lessens once we hit thirty-five, or the time of full knowledge, whichever comes first, but he was born during an eclipse, and for any Angel Child born during an eclipse, age calculation is divisible by even numbers…in this case, eight years. So, you have sixty-eight, divided by two, which is thirty-four, and then you have the regression, in this case, eight years to whatever that is, which leads to a physic, psychic and physically manifested age of thirty-four.”

“Lucky son of a gun!” Jagger’s laughter cut through the seriousness, causing the other two to shoot him a look. He shrugged and nonchalantly placed his hands
on his thighs. Saint looked over the man’s clothes.

Ripped jeans.
I told this motherfucker to stop coming in here looking like the ringleader of an illegal gun show…

Saint turned his attention back
toward Lawrence. “My apologies, Lawrence, please continue.”

“Yes, so Krishna has known about you for approximately five years now, according to what he told me. He did get wind of the situation in Egypt, but he was very busy at the time and couldn’t pay you a visit, as well as
to see Isis, as he wished.” Lawrence paused once more, standing directly under a recessed light that made his hair dazzle in shades of shiny blue and ebony. His coal black eyes looked like onyx, and his quiet, soft-spoken voice was that of a storyteller. Saint knew that this man Lawrence spoke of was important to him, and for that reason alone, he had to give reverence. “He is a spiritual advisor, a healer, a medicine man, if you will. He is, for lack of a better comparison, our Gandhi. He has been accused of witchcraft. He has no need for witchcraft. All of his healings and demonstrations are not contingent upon anyone but himself.”

“…And he is from a small village in North-West India…Dhani. Interesting.”

“Yes.” Lawrence exhaled then took a seat in a nearby chair, He gripped the arms. “Saint, he wants to bless you. He said it should have been done long ago, but he now has the time. This is such an amazing offer.”

Lawrence looked at Saint curiously and glided his finger over the bridge of his nose as he appeared to lose himself in thought. “You know, I’ve been picking up a vibe from you. I want you to come by my house soon so we can discuss it.” He shot Jagger a look as well. “You too. I think we need to go over some things and talking about Krishna reminded me of it.”

Both men nodded.

“When does he want to come or am I to meet him somewhere?”
Saint asked, redirecting the conversation.

“He would like to come sometime
in the next two or three months. He blesses all of you.”

“All of me?”
Saint placed his cigar down in a clear, breast shaped ashtray.

“Yes, the ones like, well, like
you
…the prevailing ones. It is crucial. You are one of the most potent, therefore, the most endangered, the most feared, the most respected.”

“Saint, we already told you, there aren’t many of us like you. With all that power comes great responsibility
,” Jagger added as he nodded in Lawrence’s direction.

“And that is exactly why I want you and Jagger to come by, Saint. I think you need some information
. I’m getting that pull anyway and it would take too long to get into it right now. Back to Krishna though. He—”

“Lawrence
.” Saint’s lips curved upward as he shuffled nervously through his desk. “How in the hell do you know all of these people? It’s like you got these weird mothafuckas on spiritual speed-dial.”

Lawrence gave a slight grin and looked down at his shiny black dress shoes
. “Over the course of my life…you know,” he shrugged, grappling for words, “my family, especially my father as I told you, was very much into history…the story of our people—Angel Child history. I know all that I do, through him. My father was well respected in the community and I’m blessed to be given the same reverence. Anyway, because you are one of the most powerful, you are more used to taking care of some of these earthly issues.”

Saint nodded in understanding.

“And that can wear on a person, zap you. This ceremony he wants to do for you will help form a hedge of protection regarding that, help keep negative energies in check while you wrestle with them. When you fight Evil, Saint, some of that crap rubs off on you, so you have to take precautions.”

“Like an exorcism
,” Jagger offered.

“Precisely. No priest conducts an exorcism without a cleansing right afterward, or that shit will follow him home.
You have to close the portals. If you don’t, you will have problems. Every time you have a situation where you have to settle a score—if you don’t close that spiritual door, it will get to you time and again in another form.”

A cold chill ran through Saint’s body
and he felt unable to speak. He felt he had medieval armor on, unable to move one inch in either direction.

Shit! I’
ve dealt with that damn supremacy group, Stanley, Payton, my cousin, the fuckin’ mole, my cousin’s sons and his wife…so much…Oh my God. I never closed any damn doors; I just went on about my way…Fuck!

Saint covered his eyes with his hands, as if the sudden blackness offer protection. But he knew he was a day late, a dollar short.

“I’m sorry, Saint,” Lawrence offered. “I’m usually on top of this stuff. I should’ve known this is why you’ve been having so many problems, so much drama. It is attracted to you because of who you are, but it has been multiplying. Krishna’s visit is right on time before things get even worse. Neither Jagger nor I can cleanse you. Someone like
him
has to do it, to close the doors for you.”

“Lawrence, this is fucked up.
Do you understand what I’ve been doing?” Panic riddled Saint’s tone and he didn’t care. He was falling apart in front of them; a shit storm had been ignited, he was standing right in the line of fire.

“Of course I know what you’ve been doing, Saint and you will still have negativity gravitate
toward you, because negativity desires to be—”

“Its polar opposite…” he replied listlessly, understanding his own words written in several of his books.

“Yes.” Lawrence nodded sympathetically. “Just like you’ve been teaching, negativity remains negative due to necessity and when that necessity changes, it is drawn to what can cure it, even if that means its own death.”

“That is our way,” Jagger interjected. “We will always attract it, Saint
, because we are the ones to settle the score but you’ve been getting slammed and,” he shrugged and removed his feet from Saint’s desk, “it’s not normal. You haven’t even been able to come up for air, because it is piling on top of itself.”

“So, once Krishna blesses
and cleanses me, it’ll be all over, right? It will be settled?”

“Well
.” Lawrence winced. “Not exactly.”

“What do you mean
,
not
exactly, Lawrence?” Saint’s elevated voice echoed in the room. “I thought you just said that—”

“It doesn’t work that way, Saint. Like karma, once those debts are racked up, they still have to be settled.”

Saint shook his head in disbelief. “What about you two mothafuckas, huh?” He pointed at each man accusingly. “What about all the mothafuckas you’ve killed, Jagger?! I know that was to protect others, but did you have to close a door?”

“In a way, but not
in the same way as you, man. You invite higher drama, your debt is higher, your cleansing is higher. Think of it this way.” Jagger pointed to Lawrence. “Lawrence and I are like sergeants, and you are like a chief. If we all do some shit, our punishments wouldn’t be as stiff as yours. The head mothafucka in charge always gets the longer sentences. Lawrence and I can close our own doors. We do it with a special prayer and a sacrifice; you can’t do that. You have to be blessed; you have to be cleansed by someone else.”

“This is so damn unfair…”

But life didn’t give a shit about fairness. You got dealt with and called out however it saw fit and there was no need to cry, just man up and accept the circumstances, no matter how fucked up they may be.

“Just out of curiosity, what is this prayer and sacrifice you and Lawrence do? I’ve never witnessed it.”

Lawrence cleared his throat. “It’s a simple Angel Child prayer asking for forgiveness and also peace for the people involved, whether deceased or living. The sacrifice could be anything of our choosing, but it has to be done no later than three days after the incident.”

“So, we are helping people, and that isn’t good enough? We then have to turn around and ask for forgiveness for havin’ to kill a mothafucka that was bombing people, killing children, raping women, slaughtering innocent men and their families or whatever the case may be, and then give up something we love, on top of all of that?! Well isn’t that a damn smack in the face! Who came up with this shit?!”

Lawrence burst out laughing and ran his hand over his face, ruffling his dark eyebrows. “I know, I know, Saint…but these are the rules, okay? I believe it is another way to keep us humble. We have to remain humble or we end up like—”

“
Nizsm.” Saint finished the sentence and turned away from the men, looking out the vast window. His emotions did seesaws and jumped high and low on invisible trampolines that were tied to the blood vessels of his heart. The strained wings of his angelic parents flipped about as they took flight.

“Whatever negativity is attracted to you
right at this moment must play out, but after the blessing, all future possible attractions should slow down. It won’t go away, I mean, look at us…” Lawrence shot Jagger a glance. “As you know, we still have to deal with something probably on a weekly basis, but your battles have been fierce, time-consuming and shattering to everything you hold dear. Because of your level of power, your charisma, your work with this organization, and because of your past, you will always conjure up demons, so to speak, Saint.”

“
But at least, after this, they will be less drawn to you,” Jagger added. “Because you will have more protection and won’t be seen as quite so tempting. Demons are afraid of you, Saint, but if one can take you down, it is worth them confronting their fear. They will use human beings to do their evil; therefore, you have men and women trying to destroy you. Believe it or not, Lawrence and I in your life helped slow it down a bit; they knew you had help, but it still isn’t enough. You’ve been candy to them. Any negativity that can take Saint down gets a big payday in Hell, man. You are a king Angel Child, man. Other human beings are programmed to try and dethrone you. Once you came into your awareness, so did they. You woke up the evil, living dead. You aren’t fully protected, they know you aren’t, and you are still a bit naïve as to what you can and can’t do.”