“I am the one who will give you what you need.”
Something in his words tuned my energy toward the distance, and told me that I didn’t want to be standing where I was, that I wanted to be anywhere but there.
I’m a man of action, I thought. I need to do what feels right to me.
“Don’t let him separate us! That’s how he—” The door to the limo closed and I didn’t hear Aether anymore. I felt too tired to explore with her anymore.
I am my own, I thought.
I did what I wanted.
- - -- -- - -- ---- --- - --- -
The woman appeared middle-eastern. She had long, bright red hair. Hundreds of jeweled piercings decorated every part of her anorexically-thin body.
She was also naked, though that fashion choice no longer surprised me.
This woman placed a tall, thin can of Tiger Blood on the oak table.
“How long has it been since you’ve had a boost?” the archangel asked.
PJX was all I could think about. PJX was all I needed, until I picked up the can.
The temptation fled from me.
“Tiger Blood?” I spoke as if forgetting how to form syllables.
“God, huh? This is what I think of God!” the woman said as she made a lewd gesture. Everyone roared in applause at whatever they thought they heard and saw.
“Is it not evil that God struck that woman with cancer? She is right to hate him.”
My eyes went back to the can. My brain locked up, barely able to function. “This is barely legal, it has so much PJX.”
Another round of laughter came from those in the diner, directed at me. The archangel spoke as if he were my best friend, one who would stand up for me against the big bad people, “There are no laws in paradise, Brandon, except your own.”
“You can make the laws go away?” I drifted back into the music of the place and the sound of his voice. Together, they acted like a powerful drug, one that there’s no point in resisting because you know it’s going to work anyway.
“The law is such a burden to you. Laws are irrational. You want to be free.”
“Yes.”
“Follow me and live. You can write your own beliefs and no one can tell you
Something in his words tuned my energy toward the distance, and told me that I didn’t want to be standing where I was, that I wanted to be anywhere but there.
I’m a man of action, I thought. I need to do what feels right to me.
“Don’t let him separate us! That’s how he—” The door to the limo closed and I didn’t hear Aether anymore. I felt too tired to explore with her anymore.
I am my own, I thought.
I did what I wanted.
- - -- -- - -- ---- --- - --- -
The woman appeared middle-eastern. She had long, bright red hair. Hundreds of jeweled piercings decorated every part of her anorexically-thin body.
She was also naked, though that fashion choice no longer surprised me.
This woman placed a tall, thin can of Tiger Blood on the oak table.
“How long has it been since you’ve had a boost?” the archangel asked.
PJX was all I could think about. PJX was all I needed, until I picked up the can.
The temptation fled from me.
“Tiger Blood?” I spoke as if forgetting how to form syllables.
“God, huh? This is what I think of God!” the woman said as she made a lewd gesture. Everyone roared in applause at whatever they thought they heard and saw.
“Is it not evil that God struck that woman with cancer? She is right to hate him.”
My eyes went back to the can. My brain locked up, barely able to function. “This is barely legal, it has so much PJX.”
Another round of laughter came from those in the diner, directed at me. The archangel spoke as if he were my best friend, one who would stand up for me against the big bad people, “There are no laws in paradise, Brandon, except your own.”
“You can make the laws go away?” I drifted back into the music of the place and the sound of his voice. Together, they acted like a powerful drug, one that there’s no point in resisting because you know it’s going to work anyway.
“The law is such a burden to you. Laws are irrational. You want to be free.”
“Yes.”
“Follow me and live. You can write your own beliefs and no one can tell you