Short Story: Galactic Confessionary part 8

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Shosana couldn’t breathe, the air was so thin this high up, and his hand was still around her neck. She felt so mortal, so weak in the face of the power he had just displayed and she felt herself passing out, but she held onto her consciousness by sheer force of will, she wouldn’t pass out before she actually died.

“Do it. I’m going to die anyway!” She gritted out.

Again surprise on his face, followed by confusion and she felt a moment of darkness before they were back in her room.

“Release her,” a voice from the door said.

Shosana was released so fast that she barely had time to find her footing and almost ended up toppling over.

To her complete surprise she saw Seth drop to his knees as he turned his head to the left. Shosana followed his gaze and saw nine individuals cloaked in darkness. Darkness was the only word she could think of because like the sun she couldn’t seem to make direct eye contact with them. The power they wore like a second skin was too much for her mortal eyes to bear; even the higher angel was having trouble keeping his gaze on them. Shosana felt her knees buckle of their own accord as though her body knew she was in the presence of true power.

The nine made their way forward.

‘Archangels,’ Shosana thought to herself, oddly she didn’t feel afraid, despite the power radiating off the nine in waves, she could only stare in wonderment as she watched the Archangels advance.

Shosana mouth dropped open as one of the archangels took a step forward separating from the group slightly. A hood lowered seemingly by magic and the face that was revealed had Shosana taking a step forward even as she gasped.

“My daughter,” the Archangel who had the same strange shade of violet eyes that Shosana had clearly inherited said and she reached out a hand, but before she could close the distance the other archangels surrounded the woman again.

Shosana looked for her mother in the group unable to differentiate one from the other.

“You may live Shosana, half-breed angel, daughter of one of the nine.” The Archangels said as one, then they turned to Seth, who gained his feet in one fluid motion. “Higher Angel Seth, you are charged with training Shosana.”

“The nine have spoken,” The Archangels said as one.

“So their will shall be carried out,” Seth replied quietly inclining his head.

Before Shosana could voice a complaint the Archangels disappeared. She stood rooted to the spot until Seth walked forward.

He stared at her for a long moment then nodded towards the door before walking out.

Shosana followed the Higher Angel into Heaven.

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Short Story: Galactic Confessionary part 7

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“You can’t just keep me here!” Shosana said trying to appear angry, despite how much her voice was shaking. He was going to kill her; she could almost taste her death in the air as his wings unfurled before snapping back again as if his patience was starting to slip.

“You can’t keep me here!” She repeated when the murderous look in his eyes had subsided a fraction, “it’s against the Universal code,”

“You mean the codes we helped write?” There was a deadly edge to his voice, his gaze if possible growing even more intense.

“So,” she cleared her throat, “do as I say not as I do.”

He blinked and looked almost startled, she felt a little surprised herself, she was talking back to a higher angel; it felt so surreal that the need to laugh almost overcame her.

“You should have care in the way you address me,” he said it softly, the words almost a caress, if you discounted what he had said and the look in his eyes.

“Or what?” she said unable and unwilling to not have her say despite knowing that her death had been guaranteed by her birth, “I’m dead either way, you say your archangels are discussing my death, more like the method in which I will die and –” Her voice was cut off by a strong hand around her throat. His wings spread, filling the room with darkness, with such power, that she was rendered speechless and reminded too late that she was speaking to no ordinary angel. A higher angel, one clearly trained in combat, one who could kill her with less than a thought, one who could – they were airborne.

Flying up through the mural on the ceiling, they kept climbing higher and higher. Shosana felt a moment of awe as she glimpsed Heavens skyline before they flew even higher, and came to a stop when her only view was distance planets and Havens nine moons.

“Maybe I should drop you, since your life is so worthless.”

Short Story: Galactic Confessionary part 5

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The eleven angels landed as one, walking forward in formation. Higher Angel Seth led the procession with, the other warrior Angels flanking him on either side. Seth felt their combined power part the very air, their quarry, the being that had been a whisper, a shadow, a liability that could not be allowed to exist, was inside the modest two-story building. After searching for years, a programme he had heard of only in passing had yielded the secrets he needed.

Higher Angel Seth glanced up at the Galactic Confessionary and had to smile. She had been hiding in more than plain sight, casting her voice on the very radio waves.

They reached the entrance and paused.

‘I will go in alone, surround the building, no one leaves,’ He thought to the others.

They all nodded.

‘Make sure the device is active so no one can teleport out.’ Then he turned and directed his thoughts only to his second in command; Warrior Angel Cassandra. ‘If I don’t come out in thirty-five minutes, get reinforcements, do not enter without another higher angel.’

She nodded once.

Satisfied he entered the building alone.

With a thought he sent every living person inside the confessionary into a deep slumber except of course the one he sought. She was seated inside the booth, her heart rate a little elevated her thoughts difficult to decipher. Seth, like all angels could read people’s thoughts, but his special ability gave him a skill above others because he could also hear the thoughts of his fellow angels whether they liked it or not, only the strongest minds could keep him out and it seemed that the half-breed was amongst that exclusive club that could keep him out.

Seth walked into the booth and sat down, hiding his wings from view.

Short Story: Galactic Confessionary part 4.0

Yin and Yang

“It surprised me when I realised what had happened, such a slow then suddenly immediate process love is. I was in the middle before I realised I had even began, worse was that I felt her love for me. A love she too was consciously unaware of, as though our hearts had been conspiring in secret.”

“We embarked upon a love affair we knew was doomed from the start, unable and unwilling to do anything else but love each other. I knew it was wrong, no I was told it was wrong, but I knew, I knew nothing in my existence could compare, could ever come close to the feeling of when she looked at me with love in her eyes. I cannot and will not deny the purity of love.”
Zachary paused for such a long time that the confessionary that according to the higher angels didn’t exist spoke.

“Angel, you know they are coming for you,” she whispered softly in Rubarian, “run, you must run, whatever the soul claims, the higher angels will never allow such a union to exist openly.”

“It is why you are here on Hoxcer?”

“Hoxcer for all its problems is a planet that merely judges you on your personality, uncaring of anything else but that, and that for me is everything. To be accepted for who I am, not what I am. You and I both know how rare such a thing is even in the most advanced and seemingly civilised planets.” The confessionary said.

Zachary’s brow furrowed as déjà vu hit him, the confessionary reminded him of someone.

“What is your name?”

“Shosana,” She said softly. “Why do you ask?” she paused, “Do you? Do you know my parents?”

The partition opened and he saw her face without the haze.

Zachary unbelieving of what his yes saw blinked and leaned forward. “Your mother is higher angel –”

A noise disturbed the words he would have spoken as they both looked to the left.

“They have breached the outer perimeter, you must run Angel!” Shosana said urgently.

Zachary still reeling from the discovery of her origins nodded and activated the telepad, he spared one last look at the half angel before teleporting himself home.

Short Story: Galactic Confessionary part 4 ⅔

Yin and Yang

“Have you…have you come to tell your story?” She asked uncertainly, “you know what I am?”

“Yes, and I also know who you are, a woman who keeps her identity a secret even from friends, fear not, your secrets are still your own to tell, should you ever feel a need.” He paused as he heard her exhale, “shall I begin?”

“Are you sure about this?” She asked genuinely concerned.

Zachary smiled. “Yes, and even if I was not, your presence alone would compel the truth from my lips.” He felt her confusion and conscious of the fact that she had probably never met or even spoken to another angel before he elaborated. “All angels have similar abilities, healing, speed, and strength but there are a gifted few who have more, such as yourself, you can compel the truth from people with your mere presence alone. Not everyone who walks through these doors always has the intention of telling you the truth, like the Ganzarian, their keen instincts is not an ability many Ganzarian admit to.”

“I…erm, I did not know this.” She said on a shaky voice.

“Now you do,” he said softly.

Zachary cleared his throat.

“My name,” he began at a normal volume in the universal language, “I am an angel, yes, I hear some of you ask, it is me, the angel that has fallen, swiftly, steeply into love with a being that is not of my kind,” Zachary paused again, he could hear the elevated heartbeats of the six members of staff that worked at the confessionary and he wondered if he should continue.

“I did not mean to, what I mean to say is that I did not purposely fall. I felt, like all angels do, myself immune to such mortal emotions. I had several hundred charges I looked after, good mortals for the most part, it was my job. Of course I had favourites, mortals I would spend more time with, talk to even, but I reasoned that a few of them had no one else to listen to their sorrow, and it worked once unburdened it made it easier for them to make friends of their own kind. But,” Zachary paused as he smiled remembering the surprise and even discontent he had felt when he realised what had happened, “I did not realise my heart had been keeping secrets, that it had singled out one of these mortals I called my favourites and had chosen her to be the object of my very existence.”

Short Story: Galactic Confessionary part 4

Yin and Yang

Zachary had been sat in the booth for almost an hour. Outside the confessionary was exceptionally usually busy with people picketing that the confessionary give up the location of the unknown woman who had sought to consort with an angel. Despite the angels not formally or officially coming out to confirm anything, the people in the surrounding galaxies had rallied. Nothing brought people together like a good witch hunt.

Zachary had paid for almost five hours. The man at the front had almost dropped the Heavian jewels Zachary had dropped onto his lap, unbelieving that he held one of the most precious jewels in the known galaxies.

Zachary straightened in the surprisingly comfy seat when he heard her approach, the being that by stepping forward could ruin everything the higher angels had always preached. But Zachary hadn’t come here to drag her into the limelight she so stoutly avoided. He had come to confess.

“Good Morning,” the voice said in the universal language, her tone pleasant and unintentionally compelling.

How anyone after having head her voice could believe her to be anything but an angel was beyond him. Yet he was still amazed anew that she even existed.

“Good Morning,” Zachary responded in the universal language, then added in a lower tone so only her ears would hear; “it is nice to finally meet you.”

She sucked in a breath and Zachary felt himself being stared at intently through the partition.

“So it is true,” she whispered.

“It is indeed,” he said slowly, and hesitated; once he spoke out loud the truth the higher angels would be here in a matter of moments closely followed by every vigilante, good Samaritan and concerned citizen. But he was ready for every eventuality, it was the reason he had come so early, to step up a small telepad inside the booth, he would teleport directly out of the booth and into Haven itself.

Short Story: Galactic Confessionary part 3

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Levi shrugged off his coat as he stepped into the booth, considering the amount of times he had been here; he should have been given a discount at the door.
“Good Evening detective,” a cool feminine voice said in the universal language.
Levi smiled, “I thought this place was renowned for its anonymity, how did you know it was me?”
“Detective, you and I have never played games, let us not start now.”
Levi chuckled.
“You know that’s the most I have ever heard you say in one sentence, ruffled a few feathers did I?”
She didn’t respond.
Levi made a noise in his throat, “I apologise for the way my people treated your premises. I will have them put everything back as it was.”
“You are forgiven.” Was all the voice said in a monotone.
Levi was silent for a few minutes, he would never admit it to his men, but he loved the quiet this place offered, that everything he said was broadcasted into the surrounding galaxies did not make an impression on him. Once inside the booth he felt protected; even welcomed.
“The angels are…unhappy.” Levi began hesitantly, unhappy was an understatement, they were livid, but would admit nothing outwardly to the public, refusing to put any claim on the story that had been confessed last week. The Galaxy was in an uproar over what the unknown female had confessed, most believing it was a lie, others not quite sure such a scandal could even be true, even on a place like Hoxcer. But Levi had looked on his captain’s face and saw the truth. The female, a Rubarian native had spoken the truth. Levi had found nothing else out, but every bounty hunter, vigilante and not so concerned citizens was out for her. A reward for her safe capture had been set by an anonymous somebody, the sum so substantial several small planets could be easily bought. So Levi had joined the increasingly growing task force before anyone got hurt trying to claim the ridiculously large prize.
“These are Angels, even here on Hoxcer they are respected. Surely you would want to keep them safe.” Levi said into the silence.
No response.
“I know you know something about her, my instincts –”
“Your instincts?” The confessionary said softly in Ganzarian.
Levi cursed soundly for allowing something so crucial to slip. It always seemed to happen when he stepped into the booth.
“You are familiar with Gandour then?” He said quietly.
“They are a proud race, which you well know.” The confessionary said in the universal language.
Levi snorted. “Tell me about it,” he paused, “most detectives and private investigators have Ganzarian blood, our instincts are such that it is very hard to lie to us.” Levi confessed quietly to her.
“Interesting.”
“I’m glad you think so, now tell me about the woman.” Levi demanded in the universal language, conscious of the time ticking by.
“You know I cannot.” Came the smooth reply.
“Cannot or will not?” Levi countered.
“What do your instincts say?”
The question was asked curiously, not with the usual scepticism that he received at work. Not resembling most half or even quarter breed Ganzarians and having been raised on Orion, no one ever believed him when he claimed to have the gift most full blooded Ganzarians were born with.
“My instincts tell me that you are protecting her,” Levi paused, “this is personal for you, but why would it be?”
Silence was his only answer.
Levi smiled and stood up.
“I always enjoy our chats confessionary,” Levi put on his coat and slipped on his space helmet, “with or without your aide we will catch her.” He paused and when she remained silent he added. “This I so confess.”
“Listen to your instincts detective they serve you well,” the confessionary said slowly.