Short Story: Galactic Confessionary part 6

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Shosana looked around the lushly decorated room and felt only fear, finding no comfort in the mural that had been painted on the ceiling depicting baby angels in play; it was just a reminder of what she couldn’t have. They were going to kill her, of that she was certain the look in the angel with wings as dark as night, the one the others had looked to; Seth, he’d had a strange look in his eyes when he had locked her in this room yesterday. Most likely her death.

When the door began to open Shosana stood up, better to meet her death standing, or perhaps it was better to sit, she hadn’t died before. A babble of laughter escaped her throat just as the dark angel stepped into the room. He gave her a piercing look that had Shosana taking a step back.

They stared at each other for a long time, she wanted to look away from what was no doubt the homicidal look in his eyes, but she would be damned if she didn’t look into the eyes of her killer.

“You shouldn’t exist.” He said in the language of Angels, a language you couldn’t learn but had to be born knowing.

“And yet here I stand,” Shosana replied defiantly.

Seth narrowed his eyes and Shosana felt a moment of unadulterated fear but only for a moment before she felt angry, with herself with the angels, she had been running for so long, afraid her entire existence, now she was caught, there was nothing to fear anymore.

She straightened and took a step forward under the watchful eyes of the dark angel.

“The Archangels have not yet passed judgment on whether you can continue your existence; you will wait here until –”

He spoke of her death so casually.

“And how long will that take?” She interrupted her voice wavering as she met his gaze.

He just watched her unblinking, such anger in his gaze.

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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.

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.

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.”