So there I was all scrunched up above the door, squeezing myself into the shadows and in walks the archangel Michael, four Special Forces guardian angels and some bureaucratic Admin type who looked as jittery as a jumbling jellyfish.
Michael snapped his fingers and me darkness spell was wiped out as the torches sprang to life. Not one of these blokes had a weapon drawn, but I’d have bet me foul mother’s soul they was packin’ some serious energy spells. Sidious’s room weren’t very big and didn’t have no furnishings except for the throne opposite the door. They knew real quick the room was empty.
Michael said to his mates, “That’s odd. I know I felt a presence at the top of the stairs and it felt like a detention dweller to me.”
A big blonde, blue eyed, Captain American type Guardian Angel grunted, “I felt it to. Maybe it teleported out.”
Michael held up his perfect white hand and a four foot round magical screen of translucent blue energy formed a yard in front of him, “Let’s see what shows up on the screen.”
When he moved his hand the screen moved with it. A red glow with some ancient demonic floating white script centered in it hovered around the throne.
“See that?” That’s an apparition spell… no teleportation spell though,” Michael observed.
The blonde bugger says, “Well where is it? If you’re going to have an apparition spell shouldn’t there be an apparition?”
The bureaucratic type spoke up, “You’re assuming it was meant for us.”
Old blonde hair says, “Well if it wasn’t meant for us Simon who was it meant for.”
I swear to an angel they all turned around and looked up in my direction. Maybe it was because it was the only spot in the room they hadn’t looked at or maybe I let me aura drag. All I know is I was feeling real out numbered by this lot. I dropped to the ground and smiled like that old chesire cat.
Simon the bureaucrat pointed at me, “Him.”
“Cheers mates. Nice night for a stroll.”
Not a single one smiled and the Special Forces type fanned out to me sides. At least I had the door to my back.
Michael smiled and said, “My, my, aren’t you out of your element.”
“I got a pass mate. Special dispensation for good behavior,” I lied.
That whole gaggle laughed at that and then Michael says, “So who was your contact?”
Now since that monkey boy Sidious obviously intended me no good I had no problem giving him up, “His name was Sidious. I was sent here to meet him to discuss the possibility of there being second ringers about, but me thinks it was a setup with you blokes being the set and the up.”
Michael stared at me all intense like working something out in that perfect angelic head of his. I suppose the monkey boys and girls would find him mind numbingly handsome with his coal black shoulder length hair, chiseled features and expressive dark eyes. Personally I can’t get on about anyone that doesn’t have no scales at all.
“Gentlemen I do believe he’s telling the truth.”
The blonde bugger asks, “A demon telling the truth? Why?”
“Because he was obviously set up… think about it. We got that tip about Animonstiroth out of the blue by one of Sidious’s own people. They obviously wanted Aimless here to run into us.”
Now that set me hackles to dancing again because I never told Mr. Lovely my name.
Old blonde and blue eyed asks, “How do you know he isn’t working with Sidious?”
Michael just smiled and said, “Time and again our intelligence has revealed that Animonstiroth only works with free agents. I happen to know that Aimless here works for Lucifer.”
It made me bloody nervous that old demon slayer knew so much about the inner workings of detention. I sure would have liked to know how he knew so much about me!
Then he says like it’s the time of day, “You may go Aimless.”
Just like that he says it! I almost fell over. Here I was expecting to be carved up like a turkey on holiday and just like that Michael gives me leave!
“You wouldn’t stab a demon in the back would you mate?”
Michael replied, “Not my style.”
“Well then I’ll just be moseying along. You gents have a good night then.”
I turned and walked out of the mountain like it was the local pub and left the Admin types to their schemes. Bloody strange night it was. Bloody strange goings on… I got some thinking to do. There’s treachery, conspiracy and diabolical plans within plans swirling about this here blue ball… it kind of feels like home.
- Aimless
