Seraphim – 9

A willowy slip of a man stood behind me.  His face broke out in a wide grin showing all his sharp straight teeth and a touch of color painted across his cheeks.  Upon seeing my own face, his blush deepened and he dragged long slender fingers through his blonde hair.

Blonde hair?

I stared at him for a moment taking in his features – a mirror of my own – and two splendid white feathery wings perched along his shoulder blades.  Blood did not lie and neither did the racial characteristics of this man.  No horns…

“Agathodaemon.”  I said, every muscle wound taut and ready just in case.

“Relax there Captain,” the man raised his hands in the air showing his lack of weapons but I wasn’t fooled, “the name’s Ely.  I mean you no harm.”

“Why would an Agathodaemon be in this camp?”  My good wings fluttered while the wrapped nub tried and failed.

“And why not?”  Ely spread his wings gesturing to the entire camp around me.  “We are all part of the same philosophy.  None of us want to be a part of this pointless war.  Do you even remember why the fight started?  When?”

His question caught me off guard.  I knew why I was fighting but no one – not even the higher-ups in the Agathodaemon Army – could answer those questions when asked.  It was ingrained into our minds to NEVER ask those questions.

“I see.”  Ely folded his wings against his back.  “You don’t know either, Captain-”

“Malachai Lu”Umar.”  I interjected.  “Malachai will do.”

“With all due respect, Captain, you are an Avant-garde in the Agatho-”

“Not anymore.”  I cut in for a second time.

Ely’s face fell, his words silenced.  For a few moments we both stood feeling awkward.  Then his smile lit his face once again.

“I bet you are looking for Captain Kel.”

How did he know?

Before I could ask though, Ely grabbed my hand.  I almost fell back from the informality displayed  but the pain in my severed Flight Wing reminded me that I was in no condition to start a potential antagonist confrontation with this man.  He might only sport two wings but at this moment, he was well and at full strength.  Which spoke much to my own condition.

“Come, I will take you to him.”  Then he dragged me off in the complete opposite direction I had been traveling in.

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Winter Soul Revised!

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It took me 5 months – even a hospitalization – but I have finally finished revising my complete novel Winter Soul which is book one of the Death Walkers I blog about in the neutralplains.wordpress.com.  I started the revision back in November 2012 and finished it in late March 2013.  And I must say I have never felt so much more sure and happy for this novel.

This is the BEST novel I’ve written up to date.  And my skills as a writer will only improve with each passing novel I pen.

I have also given it back to the agent who first requested the R&R (Revise & Resubmit) so now I just wait.  And even if I am rejected in the end it will only serve for me to push forward.  I KNOW that this book and its series needs to be shared!

Seraphim – 5

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Moments passed without either a word exchanged.  Truly, I bit back more disgust.  Maybe this man did save me or maybe he promised not to harm me, but he was still a Kakodaemon and I, still a prisoner.  And with the deplorable condition of my body, not to mention the bitter taste of betrayal still a fresh sting to my heart, nothing could stop this godless creature from finishing what Elias started.

“Kel is it?”  This time I didn’t try to hide the disdain coating my voice.  This man wasn’t a child and the smell of spilled blood clung rampant to every facet of his body.

An elegant brow arched up, wrinkling an otherwise smooth forehead.  A curious light glinted from deep within those crimson pools staring down at me.  Laughter?  I wrinkled my nose in response.  Was he mocking me?  Yet, no sound came out from those thin lips nor did he gnash his teeth in anger.  Again he reached over and swept a few wisps of blonde hair from my eyes and again I flinched away.  Then I settled, glaring at him with a mixture of confusion and oddly enough, curiosity.  That’s when a bellow of rich laughter burst from the Kakodaemon but not the mocking or triumphant laughter I expected.

“After all that has happened to you, I don’t blame you for your hesitation.”  Kel spoke once his laughter died.  He folded his arms over his chest, cocking his head slightly to the right.  “So, Ylanna tells me that you are Captain Malachai Lu’Umar, an Avant-garde in the Agathodaemon Army.”

So she knew who I was.  Wasn’t really a surprise though; she didn’t seem to be a greenhorn in my eyes.  My eyes fell on my bandaged chest.  How I wish I could sit up.  I twitched my abdomen and winced feeling their protest.  A few more days.  At least I was alive.  For now.  Then I looked back up at Kel.

“I take it you are the leader of this facility.”  More statement than question.  Seeing the respect Ylanna paid for the man spoke volumes.

“I am.”  Again he smiled down at me.  “Get some rest.  When Ylanna releases you come see me at my tent.  She’ll inform you to its location.”

Before I could respond, Kel retreated out of the room leaving me to my own devices.  Sighing, I pulled at the edges of the bed until I successfully turned myself onto my left side, off my injured wing.  Then I closed my eyes hoping that I would wake up the next day.  What in Tartarus was going to happen to me?  Betrayed.  Broken.  And now in the company of my enemy.  Still, things couldn’t get worse.

Seraphim – 4

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Her smile brightened; casting a jealous shadow over the sunlight.  A small giggle left her throat and she bounded toward where I lay.  The doctor’s hands pressed against the little girl’s shoulders keeping her from moving a foot closer.  Those suspicious eyes never left, yet when it came to the girl, they mixed with worry.

“Mommy.”  Blonde curls bounced in the air as she craned her head up toward her mother.

“I will not hurt the girl.”  Seriously, what did they think I was?  Then again, knowing what my people are capable of; what they have done even to our own kind, I did not blame the woman in the slightest.  Still, it was eerie to think, that this little girl had to have some type of Kakodaemon blood in her.

“How is our guest?”

Another shadow blocked the remaining light from the doorway.  Then the room bathed the newcomer in the candlelight.  Breath paused, and I could hear my heart skip in my chest.  Kakodaemon.  Another.  This one taller than the current man in the room but only by a few inches, and not as intimidating as the first.  Just like all the rest of his kind, this man stood made of sex and sin.  Yet, twin horns spiraled up unlike the ram horns of the other Kakodaemon.  Still, just like the little girl being held back by the doctor.

Blonde hair.  Spiraled horns.  Wings.  My eyes slid from the doctor to the new Kakodaemon, then to the little girl.  It made sense.  She was their daughter.

“I didn’t know that one of us could ever create children with a Kakodaemon.”  Even as it came out, I could hear the slight disgust hinted in my voice.  Maybe more than I had intended.  It just wasn’t done.  Every training I previously had, even the very life I was taught since birth, all pointed toward this little girl as being an abomination.

But she’s a little girl.  A child.  Just like the ones you saved.

The ones my men died for.  Bitter betrayal flooded my mouth in a corrosive bile that did not stop.  Turning my head I threw up the remaining contents of a tasteless meal I couldn’t even remember having.

A cold hand pressed against my forehead, another rubbed my back until I spilled the rest onto the ground.  No one kicked me, nor scolded me for messing up the floor.  The doctor stroked my back, concern etched on her soft facial features.  Between episodes I tried desperate to apologize for such an indecency but all that came out were gurgles and incoherent babble.

“Shhh…”  She soothed, pulling loose strands of my hair back from my face.  “You can’t help how you are feeling.”

How could this be?  In all my life, I never knew an Agathodaemon woman to be so kind.  So loving.  Not even to her own child.  They were accessories to power.  Good solely for climbing the social ladder.  I’m sure even the children I sired where nothing to the mothers who paid for them.  Yet, this woman, was different.

“Thank you, sweet lady.”  Though no words came out, just a series of sputtering and coughing.

“Don’t fight it.”  Ylanna pressed a cool hand along my damp forehead.  “Your body will take a few days to recover.”

“How bad?”  That came out clear despite the growl.

I couldn’t see her frown but I felt it.  Her body stiffened slight.  If not for my intense training within the ranks of the military, I probably would not have noticed, but her actions deafened my senses.  She didn’t have to tell me in great detail what she tried so hard to put off.  I could feel it.  Though muscles from my wing still moved, the cool air rubbed only against bone and bandages.

“We couldn’t save your third wing.”  My right shoulder twitched feeling the fragmented muscles.

For an Agathodaemon, losing one of the Flight Wings – wings that grew from the shoulder – felt like being clipped and flightless.  True my Glide Wing below it would serve the same purpose, it had no choice now; I couldn’t stop the useless feeling washing over me.  Without all four of my wings, I was undone.  Growling, I bit my lip to keep from a full snarl.  Broken.  Without.

Another small hand fell on my shoulder, pulling me from my reverie.  Innocent blue eyes coaxed a smile from my cracked lips.  Somehow, the bizarre arrangement of horns and blonde fluff gave the little girl a charm all her own.  I couldn’t hate her, nor feel despised by her own creation.  No she was indeed a beautiful child.

“Sariah, give the man room.”  Ylanna tried to situated her body between the girl and my reach.

“Sariah is it?”  The girl nodded, strong emotions of joy radiated from such a broad smile.  Heartstrings tugged and for the first time in years, I wondered what my children looked like.  Not that I could ever find out.  I shook that idea off.  Never again would I be able to set foot into Elysian without a few wing tips through my back.

“Such a beautiful name.”  My own smile widened.  “For such a beautiful young lady.”  Odd how two assuming enemies could come together.  My heart ached remembering the children who caused my own downfall.  It wasn’t their fault for living.  If anything I still did not regret saving them.  Not even if they were Kakodaemon.  No.  If still placed along my path again, I would repeat my act.

Ylanna grabbed her daughter’s hand, pulling from me once more.  She then looked up at the man who had to obviously be her mate.  Then back to the other man who only now just pushed himself off from the wall.  “For now, he is clear but he needs much rest.  Kel, I leave him in your hands.  Don’t hurt my patient.”

With that, the three of them were gone leaving me in the hands of this man with such large, ram horns.  A man who, for some reason, I felt like I knew from a lifetime that seemed long forgotten.

Seraphim – 3

Streams of daylight passed over my eyelids, bringing with it the rush of on-going pain.  My muscles shifted but I couldn’t move my body to put pressed on the side that ached.  I opened my eyes praying that it wouldn’t be Elias that I woke up to.  The first time I ever prayed not to see another Agathodaemon, other than myself, for as long as I lived.

“So you’re up.”

I looked over to my left and saw…

“Who the hell are you?”  Long ridged horns curved around the Kakodaemon’s ears; weapons waiting for the opportunity.  However, he just unfolded his arms and came to the edge of my bed.

“Ylanna will want to know that you are awake.”  He placed a hand on my forehead.

I jumped, gritting my teeth feeling the rush of agony race up my spine, and decided to settle back into my pillow.  His hand did not touch me again.  Our eyes met, and I stared, trying to find any reasoning behind those deep scarlet eyes for saving me from the death by my brethren.  Nothing.  Those eyes reflected only my haggard condition.  Which did not help.  If that creature attacked, I would be powerless against the assault.

Then the door opened.  A blonde hair, blue-eyed, typical Agathodaemon looking woman, walked in.  Two white wings curled against her shoulder.  She carried a clipboard, yet unlike most doctors, she was dressed in military khaki and a gun holstered to her hips.

“Good to see you have regained consciousness.”  She smiled, then flicked over the papers in the folder.  “We couldn’t save the wing.  However, after some recovery, providing you mind the stitches, you’ll recover in a few weeks.  How are you feeling?”

I raised an eyebrow.  No way I could answer at that precise moment.  There was a Kakodaemon near me and who knows if he was waiting for her to declare me free to snack on.  Especially after what had happened.  No.  Even this doctor couldn’t be trusted.  I bit my tongue and looked away.

“Suit yourself.”  There was a thud as she placed the folder onto the table.  “You’ll talk when you feel less threaten.”

“Mommy!”

The door swung open at the same time I turned to see who ran in.  My face softened but only just.  A child bounded in the room, her smile lit up the room.  Bright golden curls bounced along her shoulders as rich as her two fluffy, downy wings.  A smile pulled at the edges of my lips.  Then I froze, the smile fell.  I blinked twice, trying to clear my vision.  Was I seeing this right?

Two tiny horns peeked through the tight curls, spiraled toward the air.  And a tail waved wildly back and forth.

“Daemon…”  Both were true.  But how was it possible?  This child.  She was Agathodaemon.  Yet, she was Kakodaemon.  All three of them looked at me.  The little girl gasped, her smile breaking the mold of her face.  Still, I couldn’t feel the happiness I had seconds before.  She wasn’t right.  None of this was.

“How?”

Enter the Neutral Plains

Good evening!

Right now I’m writing in a Books-A-Million.  They seem to be affiliates of Barnes and Noble though they appear more Borders-like.  Anyway…

My name is Kathryn Faye or at least that’s my pseudonym used on my novel series “Death Walkers.”  I know you are probably wondering where the hell it is in the stores… well it’s not in them yet!  One day… that is my hope.  What this blog serves for me is a chance to talk about my Death Walkers… interview them and the books and also to enjoy reading and commenting on other books that I get my hands on.

ALL books!  Not just mine!

With that said… why “Neutral Plains.”  Well the Neutral Plains is a holding cell or a Purgatory shall we say for spirits that have not been born yet or are seeking to claim rebirth.  The judgment place in my little world.  It is also where the Revenants originated.

Revenants are ghosts that, for whatever reason, decided they did not want to accept their fate of death and believe that if they consume enough soul energy they will regenerate their decomposing bodies and live again.  Guess what… it WORKS!

Now the gods find this irritating to their plan, especially since it was one of them who created these abominations.  Therefore, to counter-act and protect their precious humans, they create the Death Walkers.  Together they are neutral spirits who had never experienced life and the bias of being human, and were recruited to become beings who were charged to safely escort innocent spirits back to the Neutral Plains AND to hunt down and eliminate the Revenant abomination.

The god who created the Revenants, seeing this, rebelled and breached the barrier to let the Revenants on Earth.  Now Death Walkers must be born into human bodies to destroy them before they destroy the humans, thereby forcing an apocalypse of sorts.  Three major problems with that:

1. To be born on Earth, each soul was split into TWO Death Walker beings on Earth

2. Each Death Walker only has 5,000 years of life on Earth

3. They must find their Soul – other half – to bring more Death Walkers in

Not all find their Souls.  When they do not all can keep them.  Some are even forced to slay their Souls.  One thing is certain… if the Death Walkers lose this battle, it won’t be just the humans who face annihilation…