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imagination was running wild, conjuring up phantom people in her
dreams.
Or maybe you're really crazy,
like the doctors suspected. Who has an entire lifetime of memories wiped away
in a freak lightning storm?
Sighing,
Serah reached down to pick up the bags again when a voice cut through the lot
nearby, calling out to her. "Here, let me help you."
She
quickly looked up at the sound of the foreign voice with a twinge of an accent,
seeing a man she'd never seen before in front of her. A blue suit clung to his
frame, his hair long and pulled back. He was unusual looking, his features
sharp as chiseled stone right down to the pointy nose. He smiled kindly,
though, a tingly sensation creeping along her spine when she looked into his
eyes. Bright, bright blue… unnaturally blue… the sort of blue that felt
familiar, like a crisp lake full of the coolest, purest water.
It
momentarily entranced her. The man wasn't particularly attractive, but those
eyes were.
"Uh,
okay," she said, blinking away her stupor as she shivered from the chill.
She returned his smile as he easily picked up all of the bags for her.
"Thanks."
He
nodded. "Sure thing, m'lady . Lead the way."
She
continued through the parking lot, straight to her room, and unlocked the door.
The man set the bags right inside, pausing near the doorway, being nice enough
to not enter without her permission.
"I
appreciate it," she said again. "Truly."
"Don't
mention it," he said. "It's what any gentleman would do."
In
the past six months, Serah hadn't encountered many gentlemen. She'd been hit
on, catcalled, and even picked on, but not many have gone out of their way to
hold open doors or carry things for her.
It
was certainly a nice change of pace.
"I'm
Sarah," she said politely, holding her hand out to him. "Or, well,
you can call me Sarah. That's what everyone calls me now."
He
eyed her peculiarly for a moment before reaching out and taking her hand,
bringing it up to his mouth, pressing a light kiss to the back of it that made
Serah's cheeks flush.
"Sarah,"
he said. "You can call me Don."
"My Lord!"
The double doors to the
conference room flung open unexpectedly, Lire rushing in without knocking. Luce
looked up from his cards, eyes narrowed angrily at the interruption. Lire knew
better than to just burst in without permission. Luce had been gone six months,
sure, but that was nothing compared to the six thousand years he spent down
here before that. How soon they forget .
Luce was up out of his
seat and right in front of Lire before the demon could utter another word.
Grasping him around the neck, Luce lifted him off the ground, choking him as he
slammed the demon back against the wall beside the door. He flailed, grasping Luce's
hand as he struggled against his hold. "I don't recall telling you to
enter."
"My Lord,"
Lire said again, his voice strained. "There's an angel at the gate."
Luce glared at him for a
moment, straining his senses to try to feel the heavenly presence, but the gate
was much too strong. He could only barely feel anything beyond it. Michael had
outdone himself this time. There was no escaping that magic. "What
angel?"
"A Dominion,"
Lire said.
Ah .
Luce let go of Lire. The demon dropped to the ground hard as Luce turned around
and walked right back over to his marble throne, sitting down in it. He
brusquely waved his hand, motioning for Lire to leave when the demon climbed to
his feet. "Send them away."
Lire raised his eyebrows
with surprise. "You don't wish to speak to them?"
Luce shook his head. In
the past he got a kick out of his angelic visitors, entertaining himself by
taunting them, teasing them, tempting them… but there was no point anymore. He
could convince a hundred of his brothers and sisters to fall, but it wouldn't
make a difference. It wouldn't change a fucking thing.
Besides, the Dominion
bored him shitless.
Lire scurried out,
leaving Luce alone again. He went right back to playing Solitaire.
Every day,
dreams.
Or maybe you're really crazy,
like the doctors suspected. Who has an entire lifetime of memories wiped away
in a freak lightning storm?
Sighing,
Serah reached down to pick up the bags again when a voice cut through the lot
nearby, calling out to her. "Here, let me help you."
She
quickly looked up at the sound of the foreign voice with a twinge of an accent,
seeing a man she'd never seen before in front of her. A blue suit clung to his
frame, his hair long and pulled back. He was unusual looking, his features
sharp as chiseled stone right down to the pointy nose. He smiled kindly,
though, a tingly sensation creeping along her spine when she looked into his
eyes. Bright, bright blue… unnaturally blue… the sort of blue that felt
familiar, like a crisp lake full of the coolest, purest water.
It
momentarily entranced her. The man wasn't particularly attractive, but those
eyes were.
"Uh,
okay," she said, blinking away her stupor as she shivered from the chill.
She returned his smile as he easily picked up all of the bags for her.
"Thanks."
He
nodded. "Sure thing, m'lady . Lead the way."
She
continued through the parking lot, straight to her room, and unlocked the door.
The man set the bags right inside, pausing near the doorway, being nice enough
to not enter without her permission.
"I
appreciate it," she said again. "Truly."
"Don't
mention it," he said. "It's what any gentleman would do."
In
the past six months, Serah hadn't encountered many gentlemen. She'd been hit
on, catcalled, and even picked on, but not many have gone out of their way to
hold open doors or carry things for her.
It
was certainly a nice change of pace.
"I'm
Sarah," she said politely, holding her hand out to him. "Or, well,
you can call me Sarah. That's what everyone calls me now."
He
eyed her peculiarly for a moment before reaching out and taking her hand,
bringing it up to his mouth, pressing a light kiss to the back of it that made
Serah's cheeks flush.
"Sarah,"
he said. "You can call me Don."
"My Lord!"
The double doors to the
conference room flung open unexpectedly, Lire rushing in without knocking. Luce
looked up from his cards, eyes narrowed angrily at the interruption. Lire knew
better than to just burst in without permission. Luce had been gone six months,
sure, but that was nothing compared to the six thousand years he spent down
here before that. How soon they forget .
Luce was up out of his
seat and right in front of Lire before the demon could utter another word.
Grasping him around the neck, Luce lifted him off the ground, choking him as he
slammed the demon back against the wall beside the door. He flailed, grasping Luce's
hand as he struggled against his hold. "I don't recall telling you to
enter."
"My Lord,"
Lire said again, his voice strained. "There's an angel at the gate."
Luce glared at him for a
moment, straining his senses to try to feel the heavenly presence, but the gate
was much too strong. He could only barely feel anything beyond it. Michael had
outdone himself this time. There was no escaping that magic. "What
angel?"
"A Dominion,"
Lire said.
Ah .
Luce let go of Lire. The demon dropped to the ground hard as Luce turned around
and walked right back over to his marble throne, sitting down in it. He
brusquely waved his hand, motioning for Lire to leave when the demon climbed to
his feet. "Send them away."
Lire raised his eyebrows
with surprise. "You don't wish to speak to them?"
Luce shook his head. In
the past he got a kick out of his angelic visitors, entertaining himself by
taunting them, teasing them, tempting them… but there was no point anymore. He
could convince a hundred of his brothers and sisters to fall, but it wouldn't
make a difference. It wouldn't change a fucking thing.
Besides, the Dominion
bored him shitless.
Lire scurried out,
leaving Luce alone again. He went right back to playing Solitaire.
Every day,
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