Facing the Past

Having had asked her friend to arrange a meeting she found herself waiting patiently for her guest to arrive. If one could call him such she thought as she looked around the room. The room was small and dark and she sat on one of two chairs facing across from each other. It was an interview room and she realized that someone was probably watching what was going on between her and Byrant. But, they wouldn't see or hear anything she didn't want to despite what their cameras and such might wish them to. However, she wasn't about to tell them that. Magic and such was still a rather new concept to the world or was it an old concept that had only been recently been introduced. It didn't matter. The only thing that mattered was the conversation that was ahead of her.

They led him in chains just like one would think that slow shuffling movement that those had whose ankles and wrists were chained together as they sat him down in the chair across from her. She found herself staring at him finding it a strange thing to sit across the face of her tormentor when she knew that his body had been held by the will of a God at the time. She only wanted to know how much had been him and how much God. Was an innocent man going to fry here because something else had evaded his mind? She had thought he would look defeated but for some reason, he didn't. He looked...assured almost eerily so.

The guard chained him to the chair and moved to stand in the corner of the room when Nilyne lifted one delicate hand and shook her head waving him off. The man seemed unsure but in the end, he did as she bid and left the two of them alone in that dark room. There was a time when being in a room like this would have driven her frantic. But, she had come out of the fire and now she was ready to burn him instead if need be.

A trace of a smile forming across his face though it lost something of its power without Aias behind it. Not completely though and that made her wonder as her mind seemed to be searching for answers in his face. She was good at reading people. He leaned forward. "Hello, Ni. I can call you that right? I feel like we know each other so well."

She offered a smile though it was a neutral smile the kind you put on your face when you want to be polite. "Call me whatever you wish. I was hoping I could ask you a few questions."

"What I wish?" He said softly. "How about a whore. Always with the questions. You would think you would have learned not to ask questions you don't want to know the answer too."

If he was expecting a response to his words he wasn't going to get one instead her face remained passive. "I kind of think I do want to know the answers. I am actually trying to help you here. Were you aware of what Aias was doing while inside your body?" She might as well get right to the point.

It seemed her words had amused him because amusement seemed to dance in his eyes. "The real question should be what have I done that Aias is unaware of."

"Huh?" She replied.

"You head me my darling. What Have I done that Aias isn't aware of? Do you think that a God was always with me? Really? I thought you were smarter than that. Was he always with this new body? So, how much of what happened between us was just us. Or do you think that your pretty face would always get you out of trouble."

It took everything she had to not stand up as he spoke. She had thought of that but she had thought Aias would always be aware and the whole fear and pain thing was his domain after all. But, there were times when she thought...she wasn't sure exactly what she thought. "Okay. So some of the bad stuff was you. I suppose that means I don't have to feel bad when they execute you or nothing. I mean Aias at least needed to feed what was your excuse."

"Excuses," He said, "are for those who feel sorry. And I am not sorry for taking the power that I was always supposed to have. And even if I was I doubt you would feel sorry for me. Forgive a God that looks like Aias now sure but a man like me never."

"What the hell does that mean?"

"It means you Nilyne James are not the person you want the world to believe you are. You are not the kind caring girl who cares about others. You are just like everyone else. You wouldn't give someone like me the time of day. Look at those you spend time with beautiful, handsome, or powerful. Take Aias when he was me and I him you hated us. The second he becomes that new body you forgive him. On the inside, you are just like every other fickle female that has ever existed."

The frown that formed on her face was more than any words could say. "I am no such thing!"

"Aren't you? Protest to the heavens and back. I owe you though. You gave me a gift you don't even know about. The funny thing is..." He leaned forward whispering in her ear. "I might have elevated you to a queen if you had only learned your place."

She pushed him back away from her."You are crazy."


The smile once again formed on his face. "Am I? The real question you should ask is what seeds have I already planted in the world? And will you know me the next time we meet."

Her eyes narrowed at his words. "Next time we meet?" As she lunged forward to grab him before something happened to grab ahold of his arm as it pulled off in her hands and she let out a scream. The form changing to the rotting corpse of what used to be his body. He hadn't been here at all. He was out in the world free. He had only stayed in part to torment her. It meant he knew she would come. She took a deep breath as she looked around the room. The question of what form he was now taking entering her mind and would she know him next they met.

She had no answers. She only knew it was time to leave let the people figure out what they wanted about what had happened in here. She vanished allowing her spell to make sense of it for those that would be watching. The one thought to echo her mind. What kind of monster had been set out into the world? And how much of it was her fault?