I was researching something dark and sinister. I crept into abandoned churches and read ancient manuscripts by candlelight. I was on the right track, at any moment a major piece of the puzzle would be revealed; I could feel it. So when the dark force overcame me and wrestled me into submission, I wasn’t surprised. I was surprised at the way it happened though. Walking down a deserted country road, I was thrown into the air by an invisible force and slammed into the pavement. I had just enough time to realize what was happening, as I was lifted once more. I tried to recite the prayers I had known since childhood, but they came out a jumbled mess! I was most definitely scared, but determined as well. I did not wish to avoid being dragged to Hell, I just wanted to keep my mind set on the task: find the answers you seek, and then find a way back.
It wasn’t at all what I was expecting. I awoke in a forested clearing. There were a few rough looking men milling about, guarding me in a relaxed sort of way. their clothing had a very medieval feel to it. They knew I was awake but paid me no attention. I slowly stood up, and as if that were the cue, the mood of the men was suddenly charged with electricity; not menacing but almost excited. I noticed a tall, handsome man leaning against a large stone. He came towards me and I instinctively backed away until I was up against a strong tree. His stare was so intense! The light green eyes bored into my own, switching from caring to empty, and back again. Instantly I was drawn to this man, with his tasseled hair and athletic build. I both feared and desired him. Who was he? As if I had spoken aloud, he said “You know where you are, so who else were you expecting?” My mind could not accept that this person standing before me was the Prince of Darkness! “I prefer Lucifer, myself” he smiled, “It has a softer ring to it, don’t you think?” He leaned into me, his breath tickling my ear, as he slowly exhaled and then breathed me in. He lifted his head and looked into my eyes. I couldn’t discern what I saw in those depths, but I willingly jumped in.
‘Luc’ and I formed a special connection. I wrestled with myself, wondering how I could feel so strongly for evil incarnate. This connection afforded me a certain amount of protection though, so I convinced myself that it was akin to a business arrangement. At times, Luc didn’t seem at all interested concerning my quest, but when we met at the Big House, things were different. At those times, he took on a form and personality that I didn’t like at all. This Mob Boss persona was solely concerned with my investigations, even encouraging them. My protection all but disappeared then, and he seemed to enjoy watching the mishaps I stumbled through. Sometimes he inflicted pain upon me himself, prodding me with a cattle prod or causing the ground beneath my feet to turn into a lava filled stream, forcing me to precariously jump from rock to rock until I landed back on solid ground. On those occasions, the Luc I preferred would eventually appear to me again, back in the forest, to tend my wounds. It was at this point that I started to realize that Luc wasn’t who he led me to believe and that the Mob Boss was not aware of my dealings with him. Boss tolerated me being in his realm because he needed me. One of his fallen angels had been sneaking away to Earth without his knowledge, playing double agent, on his way to redemption. This is what my research had led me to, before I was originally taken. Boss seemed surprised and just a bit annoyed that I was there, which means he didn’t give the order to capture me in the first place. but as long as I was there, he’d use it to his advantage. and once I did track down the elusive angel, he’d know who it was and stop him.
It soon became obvious that Luc was the one. Our connection included the ability to read my thoughts, which the Boss could not do, thus the need to continually be summoned to the Big House for updates. Luc secretly followed my theories until I came to this conclusion.”Don’t ask me why or how because I won’t tell you.” he said,” If he suspects you really do have the answers, he’ll turn up the torture .” Frustrated beyond measure I asked, “Why the deception?” he smirked and replied, “Would you really have taken a trip to Hell, voluntarily, to help a fallen angel?” He took my hand then and transferred intense feelings of regret, shame, and hope into my mind. then turned to walk away. I blurted out, “I’ll do it!” surprised, he sincerely asked me why. I said, “True minions of darkness don’t hope” and to myself I added, and I could never fall in love with a demon. he whispered, “I’m not a demon, I’m an angel. my wings are just a bit tarnished at the moment, but I’m working to change that.”
On my next meeting at the Big House, the Boss had a proposition for me: I’ve been there 3 weeks. if I wished to remain longer, my human body must go through a form of death. it wouldn’t be pretty, I’ll wish I were truly dead. He was willing to waive the death throes and let me leave right now, if I told him everything I had discovered so far. I wasn’t looking forward to the sickness but it would only last one day. I couldn’t sell Luc out like that, not when he was so close to succeeding. Boss was not pleased with my answer but he accepted. I walked out of the house unharmed, with the knowledge that I couldn’t leave until I found his answers. But secretly I knew my soul wasn’t meant for Hell, so I couldn’t stay indefinitely either. The question was: how long? As I awaited the death throes, I contemplated my decision to refuse the deal I had made with the devil. I knew I couldn’t trust him to uphold his end of the bargain, but I knew there were rules about me being there that he had no control over. Was the coming agony worth the extra time with Luc? For that matter, what was my goal at this point, redeeming a fallen angel or saving the man I loved? But he wasn’t really a man at all, was he?
I originally had this dream after reading ‘The Historian’ by Elizabeth Kostova. looking at it now, I find it interesting how much it reminds me of ‘Twilight’. if only I had published my dream first. if only!