Chapter 29: The Spirit

“I’d willingly follow you anywhere you have to go. It doesn’t have to be too terribly close. But there are far too many places, near and far, whence I have traced your shadow. If you just read between the lines, you’d see precisely what I mean.” Aeliana could practically feel the lost beauty of Jacques’ cold reality that slipped between her fingers. She might as well have been burying her head in the ground for all the sin and death that she encountered.

“You can follow me, then,” Jacques took himself in the shadowy starlight and then began to faintly glimmer, as the night took a turn for the worse. Aeliana could feel it in her bones. It might not have been as devastatingly real as it was with Archangel Michael. But nevertheless, it made her quake with absolute terror as she commemorated in her mind and soul the mysteries that haunted her, through life.