Ezili was sitting on the bench trying suppress the urge to kick her feet outward in their pretty, pink glittery MaryJanes, with white socks cuffed with light almost white-blue thin ribbon edge folded down to her ankles. Golden skin the color of caramel dusted with brassy gold. The layers of blue lace from her silken; satin slip covered by a sky blue chiffon accented by a rich deep sapphire blue eyes, shiny and bright with life. A very pretty little girl dress drawing the color of her eyes out and showing the brilliant shine of her hair. The dress was the embodiment of childhood, classic beauty and cuteness. It had the old fashion collar of lace and puffed sleeves cuffed with the same lace as the slip, at the elbows. Her hands are covered by soft white gloves, her tiny hands and feet dressed up like a little lady were done so to covey a feeling of vulnerability.
Ezili's hair was long, silken and the color of sand that is dry and powdery, almost white, light blond. Her hair was pulled back by a cute, plain sapphire blue headband giving her a school girl innocent look and allowing one to view her big, wide innocent eyes. Ezili has a sharp heart face accenting her huge enchanting eyes thus giving her a haunting look of a little lost girl who need to be protected. Added to her beauty was a small bow mouth contain lips shinning with youthfulness of healthy pink. Ezili was like a living china doll, dress up for admiring but too delicate to touch.
Nevertheless touch was what her whole being elicit to many around her. With her eyes almost the same color as her dress shimmery with pain and sorrow hinting at tears just waiting to pool outward. Her mouth quivers with silent sobs and a bit of a pout from the perfect full bottom lip as the she gears up to produce a cry which may be needed ready to spring at the moment's notice as needed. If the audience needed further probing to make the right choice.
As the trial explodes around her, Ezili thinks for the uncountable time " oh how the mighty have fallen." She speaks this within her head and she isn't just referring to the man sitting in front of her waiting to be condemned by a jury of his peers, who once held him in high regard, but also about herself as well. Both her and him share in punishment and no matter what trickery was used to condemn it was proven that no one really cared if a being was innocent or not.
Once, long ago in the past history, Ezili was once a powerful player against evil men who raped, and slaughter children. She was feared and her name whisper to punish those who felt they were above punishment. She had thought she was invincible and valuable but she learned differently. She was once like this man in front of her, a carrier of justice and the punisher of sinners. But in all things power can corrupt, even other beings known as the divine such as angles, demons and even gods as humans like to call them. Immortal beings charged by the universe to help protect humans from themselves and others.
And like the man in front of her, she was falsely imprison in this body and had a curse put on her. But unlike this man who was just a part of a long chain of pawns in the balance of the universe, she had been a major player who was feared by immortals and mortals both. And in one stroke she was force to do injustice on men who she would have viewed as walking angles upon the earth.
Ezili fought the urge which comes up every time she is near the end of the curse as the mighty are brought down to be and punished. The urge to jump up and pull out her soul sword to bath the room in blood and save the man she had come to punish. All the others here had much more evil within their souls and they were going to be allowed to walk free, while this one human who had done the best for his race would be humiliate and scorn by those who once were his followers. Maybe this time a deep cut into the lives of these false beings would bring down the wrath of heaven upon her and end her forced imprisonment.
If for one moment, she truly believed such a thing could possibly happen she wouldn't hesitate to rip and tear out every single person's throat in this room but one thing she has learned in the last thousand years, was that no one in heaven or hell care about one imprisoned goddess, even one as strong as her. None care she was being punished injusticely because one god king in this reality felt she needed to learn a lesson. Which she learned very well, immortals could get away with any injustice they wanted even to meddle in justice and to imprison those who have been done injustice. Since she was the last and strongest goddess there was no other who could punish and protect.
Ezili sighed and the woman who was her kindly social worker, patted her shoulder to show support. If Ezili could be free just by feeding this woman's heart to chaos, she would but as she stared into the eyes of the man who was still confused and lost as to what had happen, she knew that wasn‘t the answer either. His eyes kept searching hers and she only felt hated towards him and his race. If onlythey hadn't been so weak to temptation, she would still be a goddess who lived as she should, powerful and in control. For a brief moment she was overcome by pity for a race who could barely protect itself and had no clue beyond their five senses. But that pity turned to fury, hate and vengeance which burned deep in her soul.
The hammer fell with a deafening roar, as the man was judged wrongly and the trial room slowly fades into the background as Ezili moves through time to her next victim. There is no rest for her, no time in which she could go home to her sacred area, a place she had not seen since her curse was place upon her. If the divine had gods they were just as ineffective as the human race and were unable to fulfill her wish for a way out, a way to be saved, a way to die. She looked down seeing her cloths slowly change into another cute, doll like fashion for the symbol of childhood that is budding into adolescence. Her small breasts are just buds with the nipples just becoming aware to the world. She hates these cloths more than being imprisoned in this ever-youthful body. She sometimes tried to engage divine beings passing by her on her way to the next target. Sometimes she was lucky to tangle with demons and they rewarded her with savage tearing, ripping and shredding of the disguise but the fun of that only lasts for a brief time until she is renewed once more. During the few times it took longer for the next victim to be found; she had tried to tattoo, pierce and change the fashions she was forced to wear but the curse is unbending and she always reverted back to the symbol of innocent, beauty and childhood.
In a blink of an eye, she is skipping rope down the sidewalk when she notices a man in a nice silken suit, of gray and purple pinstripe, light pink shirt and gray dress shoes. But it isn't his great taste in cloths but his aura drawing her in. It is a pull on her soul and the reason she thinks is because he glows with the light which indicates he is her next victim. She skips to a stop and just looks at him. There is something different about him, but she can't make sense of what it is.
He is surrounded by news reporters and lots of children. She walks down by him and someone hands her a popsicle which she takes unknowingly while watching the other children receive gifts. She walks around the scene trying to make sense of what is going on. Not that it matters to her curse whether or not she know what is going on but it helps her keep a bit of sanity. A small bit, especially if she can find some kind of evil thought in her target's thought but this man is like a fog that she can't pierce. Almost like...... but then the fog fades. Ezili decides that she is just bored and not concentrating on what she should be doing.
Over the next week or so she follows the target, one Mr. Adam Azieth. He is a very wealthy man who helps children all over the world. Ezili begins to fight against the pull to set her curse on him to no avail. She would have had this man as one of her priest so long ago for his virtues. She once punished both men and gods for their crimes against the innocents who they might be. Having punished a son of a god king is what put her into this position. So now this man who would have been one of her own would end up knowing nothing but pain for knowing her.
Finally when she could no longer fight it, she followed him to a part of the coast that was all cliffs and drop offs. He stood in front of her, looking like he was about to take flight. This was the first time she had been able to find him alone. She moved up behind him as he moved to the edge with the waves of the ocean churning and swirling down below him. His aura was blue-purple that radiate his goodness and charity. He was a warrior for justice and she had a geas to bring him down.
She stared at his back for a time, an almost too long time wishing for some salvation to occur so that she would be free to leave him be. His long silken deep dark chocolate cherry wood hair(brown with red highlights) was loosely pulled back with a tie. It was a more causal look than the pulled tight slick look that he worn any other time. He was a big man though she had seen bigger, it was more like his soul was almost too big for his body. He just stood at the edge of the cliff, with a storm gathering out in front of him above the ocean and the wind had begin to slide through his hair like fingers.
Ezili tried to make sounds as she moved towards him, to warn him that evil was coming his way but he just kept staring out into the darkening sky, like a statue of a warrior that once adorned her sacred place. She secretly tried to speak to him, but her tongue was rooted against her teeth and she was unable to speak mind to mind with any mortal before she began his downfall.
She tried to force her body to stop its forward movement and with each failure her rage began to burn hotter and hotter. Fury at the god king and his bastard offspring boiled upwards from her blacken heart. Her fingers clenched into fist as she tensed her muscles with the thought of freezing them but everything just kept moving forward both her and the storm that was a' brewing.
She grasps his hand in her small child hand and just as he turned to look at her she struck her fangs into the fleshy part of his hand. As she sucked his blood which had a slight metallic taste, a taste that register as a color, gold all warm and fiery to burn down her throat, her power pushed towards his heart. Her bite dropped him to one knee up and he leaned over it with head bowed. She let go of his hand and danced behind him to his other side, wind beginning to ripple heavily through her hair and little school girl skirt. She danced on her beautiful patent leather saddle shoes, pink and sand brown, dance a seduction dance as his blood began to power her up. Now she was caught up in her role, innocent wrapped up with seduction.
There was something about this man that pulled at her soul, something that made her almost want him for herself to cool the fury and rage that bloomed in her heart. To feel him in ways that wasn't all spiritual. To feel him in the ways that have been banned from her. For him to see her, touch her and want her as her true self. To see the real her, not this charade of a body. It was heart wrenching and added to her rage.
She began to turn to roll into her sashay movement of her hips that conveyed sex; wanton and destructive sex. That come-hither movement that had been the downfall of many powerful men through out history even some immortal ones. That movement which caused men to kill men to own or control the body from which such a movement was created.
But before she could complete her turn, something powerful grabbed her wrist and it stopped her in mid movement. She turned her head to see what it was and what it was caught her unaware as the image that was trying to pierce her brain became more real. Adam's head was still bowed down, hair making a curtain that hid his face but his left arm was extended and his hand was clamped around her small wrist, while she stared in disbelief and his grip burned up her arm like a live wire. Unknown to her own brain, her body turned towards him while leaning backwards away from him as far as possible.
Never in the thousand years that she had played this scene out, had any human been able to stop her and hold her as she was being held now. She looked down at his huge hand holding, crushing her small wrist. Her gaze followed his lovely hair up his arm, rich brown hair that covered his skin, light cream skin up to where the arm disappeared into the short sleeve of his tight t-shirt. Slowly his face turned to her and she was hit by a shock that left her senseless for a moment as her eyes connected to his and saw something that explained it all. Behind the mad craze caused by her bite, there was an immortal gaze so like and unlike her own. They held each other's gaze each reading the other and suddenly Ezili was hit with a need and want that burn as hot as her own.
Anger burn up through her eyes and she pulled against his power, she moved but an inch when a blazing burn burst out towards her from him and huge red velvet wings unfurled off his back confirming that she was held by one of the mythical fallen who was hidden in a mortal soul and her bite had set it free.
"Kill me now and free my immortal soul from this prison" came a deep velvet voice, that covered her from her head to her feet. The words came out as a soft growl that promise violence if she disobeyed. He had spoken the words she had been about to speak to him. "Free me, I command you!" The wings were spread and he shone with a brilliance that burned through her. His red blood aura pierce her in a very physical and sexual action and she felt the hot liquid of power pour through her body making her small nipples tighten.
"I can not, as you can not kill me, we are both cursed." Ezili stopped trying to get away as she puzzled this out.
The fallen stood up pulling her in close. She looked up into his amber eyes and his wicked smile that dripped with the thoughts of battle, images of blood flying through the air. She gazed at him thinking hard as she realized that he may still be her savior. If she prolonged the seduction with his help, she might be able to find a way to free herself and then she could free him. She pushed her free hand up his chest to grab the front of his shirt to pull him down, he followed thinking she was going to speak again but instead she covered his mouth with her own and invaded it with her tongue, exploring and tasting him. At first he tried to pull away but soon forced his own into hers and let go of her wrist to wrap his arms around her tiny body pulling her closer.
Ezili was lost in sensations that were as old as time but as new as virgin snow. A shock ran through her as for a brief moment she was in her own body. As the kiss ended and she was forced back into the child like body, she stared into his eyes and saw her salvation and revenge. He hooked her into the crock of his arm and together they jumped into the storm. Wrapping her little child arms around his neck, she smiled a blood smile and knew that both heaven and hell were about to get a big dose of payback. She threw back her head and laughed and the fallen joined in. Their laughter shrieked across the storm causing humans and immortals alike to shake in fear.
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