Short Story: Galactic Confessionary part 5.2

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“You are not afraid?” He asked curious, turning to the side, she had pulled a curtain across the partition, rightfully assuming that a glamour would never work on an Angel of his age.

“Should I be?” She whispered.

“Yes,” Seth said and he heard her heart rate jump.

“You know I will never give them up even if I knew where they were.” She said her voice impressively steady despite the rapid beat of her heart. “Your trip here was wasted.”

“O,” Seth said softly, “it was not, Guardian Angel Zachary and his Rubarian consort Ka’ya are inconsequential, you are who I came for half-breed.”

Seth felt the flurry of her thoughts against his mind, but they still remained indecipherable.

There were a few moments of silence, where Seth tried to read her thoughts again and the confessionary took deep even breaths.

“I will go willingly; you don’t have to harm my friends.” She said firmly.

Surprised at her easy compliance Seth stood up and walked out of the booth.

When she turned to face him, Seth took a step back; she gave him a perplexed look and glanced down where he was gripping his sword. He let the blade go as he quickly recovered his composure.

“Your name?” He said unbelieving of what he was seeing.

“Shosana.” The half-breed stuttered.

Cassandra get in here,’ Seth thought quickly.

He felt Cassandra’s confusion but she obeyed his command. Cassandra ran in, poised for battle and skipped to a stop in front of Shosana. When he saw the look of absolute shock on Cassandra’s face when she glanced at the half-breed, he knew he could not allow the others to see her.

Higher Angel, is she? She looks like –

Stop, guard your thoughts, her mind is exceptionally strong.

Cassandra nodded slowly as she stared at Shosana with open fear.

Seth placed his hand on Shosana’s shoulder; she began to fall unconscious to the floor before he caught her.

“Seth,” Cassandra said still staring at Shosana, “Higher Angel is she?”

“Yes,” Seth said.

She’s the offspring of one of the nine original Archangels.

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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 2

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Ka’ya rested her hand on the smooth handle of the door for a moment, before stepping into the booth. She really couldn’t believe she had made it all the way here without being detected. Despite this she kept casting furtive glances over her shoulder as she paid. She sat down for several minutes in silence.

“You may begin at any time,” a pleasant voice said in the universal language.

Ka’ya jumped. ‘Calm down!’ She told herself sternly as she glanced at the partition, where some kind of illusion had been placed so the person on the other side looked like they had a fog surrounding them.

Ka’ya shook her head and took a deep breath, she had paid for an hour but she didn’t want to spend it breathing.

“I erm,” Ka’ya began slowly in the universal language and stopped as she realised her voice was shaking.

“There is purified aqua under the panel,” the voice whispered at sub level volume in Rubarian.

Ka’ya started, if the voice knew she was from Ruby then maybe…she looked up half expecting the door to be yanked open.

“You are safe here,” the voice whispered again in Rubarian.

Ka’ya nodded slowly as she lifted the panel and drained the liquid dry.

“Okay, well, erm,” Ka’ya began again, she had always listened to the confessions on radio and wondered why people would go there just to hesitate, surely if they had travelled all the way to Hoxcer then they could talk about whatever. Now of course she knew better, once the words were out then she couldn’t take them back.

She took another deep breath and began in a hesitant voice.

“I now believe in the concept of soul mates. I knew something was missing from my life but I didn’t know what, until I met the person who had the other half of my soul.” Ka’ya said softly.

“I am in love with someone I shouldn’t…well not shouldn’t but can’t be in love with. To his family, to his whole planet, to the galaxy no one is deserving of him…of angels –” Ka’ya paused as the confessionary gasped softly.

“I know it’s wrong. I am nothing in the face of a celestial being, but somehow my heart did not get the message, and nor did his. We are different species; we may look alike, poor replicas of angels of course but still incompatible in every sense. I understand the logic; I get the argument that has been had for centuries that angels cannot mate outside their own race. They are too powerful and too important to the balance of the galaxies.” Ka’ya said in a rush, the words flowing out of her rapidly and uncontrolled.

Ka’ya sighed. “Even here on Hoxcer, I mean no offense but even the most lawless place abides by that one rule. So what does that make me?”

Ka’ya pressed her hands into her eyes as she felt tears sting her eyes as she whispered; “My soul has mated with his.”

“By the Goddess!” The confessionary whispered in the language of angels at a sub-level volume that even Ka’ya’s keen hearing would have missed had all her senses not been on high alert for any sounds of approaching footsteps. She had confessed to consorting with an angel, the entire galaxy might be after her.

Feeling panicked by the outburst, Ka’ya gained her feet then realised she had paid for judgment.

“I so confessed.” She said hastily, wanting the entire thing to be over.

“I…” the usually indifferent confessionary seemed lost for words, which shocked Ka’ya even more and not for the first time she questioned herself on why she felt a need to share her story.

“I can place no more judgment than you place on yourself,” the confessionary said, “but know this; the soul is never wrong.”

Ka’ya stilled as she focused all her attention on those words. She was about to ask another question when she smelt it, a mile away at most, but they had found her, she needed to leave.

Rushing out she almost missed the words the confessionary spoke in Rubarian; “Don’t always believe the propaganda the higher angels preach.”

Short Story: Galactic Confessionary

Welcome to Galactic Confessionary – where for a small fee you can unload all your secrets, judgment not included in the price.

maxresdefault2-696x392Magnus read the sign on the door with ambivalence, he didn’t know what he was doing, he hated places like this, but then who else could he talk to about something this…he searched for the right word – delicate. Yes the situation was delicate. On his home planet of Ganzar, he would be detained for the knowledge he held, but here on Hoxcer, a planet that courted it lawlessness he was fine. He could share this secret that had been haunting him for weeks and could very well haunt him forever.

Magnus stepped into the booth.

“Welcome,” an appealing feminine sounding voice said in the universal language, “please feel free to begin whenever you are ready, you have purchased thirty minutes, it starts now.”

Magnus nodded, even though he knew she couldn’t see.

He took a deep breath and nothing came out, he was a little surprised to find himself nervous, he knew that the Galactic confessionary was played on the radio waves, and despite his disguise and paying in jewels that were untraceable he hesitated.

“Don’t worry,” the voice said softly, “there is no judgment here but the one you pay for.” It was said almost kindly that he almost believed her.

“Sure.” Magnus said slowly.

Then as if suddenly made conscious of the time he began speaking.

“My wife, my ex,” he shook his head, “she’s not my ex she’s my late wife, my late wife.” He took a deep breath.

“My wife was having an affair, I suspected, strongly suspected, so I had her followed, nothing, I put bugs around the house, still nothing, I took leave from work, and I still couldn’t catch her, she was good, very careful.” He said with a small smile, even in death he was still drawn to her ingenuity and cunning.

“Two solid weeks and nothing. I had to go back to work, going half-crazy thinking there was something wrong with me, I was too paranoid, too mistrusting but I’m a –” he stopped mid-sentence, almost revealing what plane he was from, he took a deep breath, “basically, my instincts are never wrong.”

“Never?” The voice said in surprise.

Magnus started at the voice, so altered from the cool indifference she had previously spoken with before.

“Never.” Magnus said with confidence, and he waited a moment trying to edge closer to the partition to see the face that belonged to the voice, but a kind of haze had been put on her so she seemed to shift and move.

“So, as I was saying, my instincts are never wrong, I knew she was cheating I just didn’t know how. Last week, I was on my way to a friend in another galaxy but I’d forgotten my compass, I went back, and I witnessed her murder. Or rather her death. The distinction is very important because on my home planet; murder is punishable by murder the only exceptions are proven cases of self-defence, sanctioned revenge and proven cases of genuine accidents.” Magnus paused.

“Her lover, a Santarian, a true teleporter, hence why I never caught her, is to be murdered for her death, because he was found with her. He pleads innocent, no one believes him because no one was there, except me. I saw the whole thing, and he is right, it was an accident. She tripped and fell he didn’t push her. And a better man than me would come forward as a witness.”

“But you’re not a better man.” The voice said.

“No judgment.” He said calmly.

“Sorry, do go on.”

Magnus gave her a look.

“The Earthlings call it karma, who am I to get in the way of it.”

“If it was truly karmic justice, then you would not have witnessed it, providing him with a means to escape his sentence of certain death.” The voice said gently.

“Well you’re just full of judgment aren’t you?” Magnus said with a small smile.

“My apologies, if you want I can charge you extra.” It was said coolly, but Magnus could almost detect a smile.

“Then tell me what to do.”

“I don’t need to because you already know.”

Magnus nodded and made to leave, just as she whispered.

“Goodbye, Ganzarian.” She paused and switched to Gandour. “For a race that is thought of as the proudest in the galaxy you seem almost decent.”

“Coming from you, who I suspect is an Angel or at least a half-breed; that might be the nicest compliment I’ve ever had.” Magnus said before he walked out.