Part 6 (1/2)
”There was no chance to beg for,” I tell Lucifer, relaying what Michael tells me. ”You went too far. Too many lives were lost because of you. G.o.d wouldn't have allowed you to stay in Heaven even if Michael had begged on your behalf.”
”But you didn't even try!” Lucifer storms.
”Michael couldn't beg G.o.d to have mercy on you,” I tell Lucifer.
I look at Michael lifting both my eyebrows this time to make sure he truly does want me to say his next words.
”Seriously?” I ask Michael, knowing if I say what he wants me to I might as well just jump off the building for a quicker death than what Lucifer will do to me. ”You're sure you want me to say that to him?”
Michael nods.
I shake my head, not agreeing with his decision but trusting that he knows what he's doing.
”Michael couldn't beg G.o.d to show you mercy because he didn't believe you deserved it. He thought you needed to spend time with humans if for nothing else than to teach you a lesson.”
Lucifer's hands ignite with blue flames and he lunges for my throat.
The next few minutes move in slow motion for me, mostly because Michael takes control of my body. I watch as he spins my body away from Lucifer's grasp and catapults us up the guard rail which is meant to keep people from falling off the top of the building. Michael stands on the railing completely balanced like a cat on a fence and looks down at Lucifer.
”Stop, Lucifer. She only said what I told her to say.”
Lucifer stops abruptly like he suddenly hit a brick wall. ”Michael?”
”Yes, it's me. Don't harm Jess.”
”If I kill her, I kill you! It's a win win situation for me.” Lucifer smiles maliciously.
”Do you really want to kill me, old friend?”
Lucifer looks emotionally torn.
”You were my only friend,” Lucifer says. I feel Michael's pity for his friend inside my heart. ”How could you just leave me? You never once came to see me or even tried to contact me. Why?”
”I hoped you would ask our father for repentance, Lucifer. There were so many times I yearned to speak with you and urge you to ask for his forgiveness. I hoped your time on Earth would lead you to realize on your own what a mistake you made leading the war against our father. I still have hope you will do that one day.”
”If anything, my time here has shown me how right I was,” Lucifer says scathingly. ”The monkeys don't need to be wors.h.i.+ped and protected. They need to be destroyed before they destroy everything He created.”
”That's an old argument between us,” Michael says tiredly. ”One I thought you would have out grown by now.”
”Old habits die hard I guess. What are you worried about? You won't really die anyway. You're soul will just go back to Heaven, along with this human's.”
”But she deserves to have a life before she's asked to give it up.”
”No, she doesn't. She deserves to die.”
Just as Lucifer phases beside me and reaches for one of my arms, Michael jumps off the guard rail and we begin a freefall to the street below.
Chapter 5.
Yeah, jumping off the Empire State building....this is a good plan.
Note to self: Do NOT to trust Michael the next time he says I should.
I want to scream at Michael but oddly enough he seems to be enjoying our death knell swan dive. He has my arms spread out like we're a bird and is whooping it up like we're on a joy ride. Just as I think my body is going to smash head long into the concrete pavement, I feel my body begin to glide and I realize I'm flying.
Michael puts my arms out in front of us and I wonder if I look like Superman as he flies us between the skysc.r.a.pers of New York City.
”How?” I ask him, though our communication is restricted to being completely mental.
”It's one of my powers,” he tells me. ”I felt it awaken when we joined with Leah.”
”You could have told me,” I accuse.
”Sorry, I wasn't sure how you would react to flying. Are you ok?”
”Yes, I love it! Though, a little warning would have been nice. Will I be able to do this without you being in control?”
”Yes. I just wanted to show you a few moves that might come in handy.”
Michael shows me how to ricochet between objects, in this case buildings. I feel like a pinball as we bounce off each structure. I get the feeling that this little maneuver if more for fun than anything else though. He shows me how to land gracefully in a spinning rollout which, I have to admit, looks pretty cool. He makes sure I understand the basics of taking off and turning and landing. It's one of the best times of my life.
”Can I phase?” I ask him.
”No, you're still human. Phasing is reserved for angels only. Your body can't handle going through folds in s.p.a.ce too often.”
”Is that what their doing? Folding s.p.a.ce?”
”Yes.”
Michael flies us over a street I recognize. A solitary figure stands on the sidewalk: Mason.
”He's waiting for you,” Michael tells me. ”Do you feel up for trying to land by yourself?”
”I think so,” not at all sure I can, but I have to try at some point.
”Ok, I'm going to let go now.”
Michael turns control back over to me, and I attempt to angle down towards Mason. He must sense me because he looks up. I smile at the surprised look on his face and attempt to land in front of him in the elegant rollout spin Michael taught me but it doesn't come out quite as I planned. Instead of landing lightly on my feet I end up loosing my balance and spinning into Mason, knocking him to the ground with me sitting on top of his face.
I quickly move down so I'm not on his face but sitting around his waist.
”Sorry,” I say, but don't get a chance to say anything else because Mason pulls my head down to his kissing me like there might not be a tomorrow.
Considering our luck, he might be right.
Mason sits up with me straddling his lap.