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lindsey meets venus on modern earth
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Some months ago he had read of a ritual that, for the price of a person’s most precious possession, lent in return their most ardent desire.

And by the twistings and turnings of happenstance and perhaps deliberate intent, now Lindsey kneels in the center of an octagram, his hands cupped open. And around the octagram stalks a man whose eyes never move, who is chanting, and who had instructed him in the workings of the ritual.

A vow, solemnly made and ravenously consumed. The candles, burning low at their anchorpoints. And the sun, as dark as if it would never rise again.

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Venus appears. 

 

She radiates heat and light; being near her is an intense summer day somewhere equatorial. She has eyes to fly with and wings to see. 

 

This is the first thing Venus notices: she is alone. Jupiter and Neptune are not there. Her radio buzzes with the sound of static. She is vulnerable without them, and she’s acutely aware of it.

 

This is the second thing she notices: she is not alone, not really. There is a kid with her, and the kid doesn’t even have a radio. Some of her eyes blink, at that. “Hello,” she says, without bothering to move her mouth, because she feels like she has to say something and isn’t quite sure what it should be. 

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Is this a dream? There’s an angel— or at least he thinks she’s an angel —there’s a woman with wings and a multiplicity of eyes, and she’s looking at him.

”Hello,” a voice says, from nowhere.

This is his most fervent desire?

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"Angel" would probably be the most accurate description, yes.

...She's vulnerable, yes, but as far as she can tell, nobody has a radio. And whoever it is in front of her--she recognizes something of herself. So she decides to risk it.

"You can take off your body if you want, you know. I know they've probably told you how evil it is, to be the devil. But it's not evil at all, really, to be happy."

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What?

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“I am really confused about what you’re actually talking about.”

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...Huh, okay. Maybe this has to do with--why nobody has radios here and however they managed to separate her from Neptune and Jupiter. She blinks a lot and her glow goes a little more blue than it was before.

"Do you know what I am?"

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“...Um, wait, did you say you were the devil?”

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“...Yes?” Her wings rustle uneasily and her eyes are moving around.

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“You can’t be serious.”

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“...What do you mean?”

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“The devil isn’t a woman...?”

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“I mean, I’m not... the devil on the radio? But I took off my body and became a woman and wanted things and I’m definitely the devil that teenagers are sent to kill, I’m pretty sure that makes me the devil. Jupiter and Neptune are the devil, too, but they’re not here.”

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“What?”

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“...good question, actually.

 

 

 

So, if you didn’t bring me here as a trap because I’m the devil, why did you bring me here? ...Did you bring me here? You seem just about as confused as I am.”

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“I don’t understand what you’re talking about. You said a great deal of words I am unfamiliar with and you do not seem very devil-ish, though you seem to perhaps-mistakenly think you are the devil for reasons unknown to me?”

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“In regards to your question, I performed a particular ritual that most likely brought me here, but I didn’t expect you, nor do I know what I’m to do regarding you.”

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“Okay. Before I appeared here, alone, all of the things I said would have been common knowledge. Well, except for the first thing, about how it’s okay to take off your body and be the devil, if you want it. That’s not common knowledge yet, because the adults at camp and all the people like them are trying to hide it, but I’ve been trying to tell people, because it’s important. I didn't even realize, how much it hurt, all the time, to have my body, until I was taking it off and being the devil and suddenly it didn’t hurt anymore. I believe—no one should have to endure pain like that just because of what other people have told them, not when it is so quick and easy and painless to just stop.

But I am used to the rest of the things I said, with the words you are unfamiliar with, being common knowledge from early childhood, and am very unclear as to what you’re confused about or how to go about fixing that, but I can try? And I’m sorry that your ritual brought you somewhere unfamiliar.”

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“There’s only one devil, and his name is Lucifer.”

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“Then, wherever this is, it is not where I am from. I’m not Lucifer, but I definitely am the devil. God said I sinned like him? Shining as Lucifer, the morning star, in the dawn, and symbolizing the arrogance of desiring a beauty that is not God’s. Maybe that’s why everyone said I was the devil. It doesn’t really matter to me what you call—whatever I am, but I was taught that this is called the devil just like the color of the sky is called blue, so I’m going to call myself that until I hear a better word.”

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“You’ve talked to God?”

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“I mean, I haven’t talked to Him, but I’ve heard him on the radio? He’s pretty easy to find. 109.8 FM.”

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“You keep saying that word- radio? What’s that?”

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