Gas 'n' Go

[IMYY4U]

A THREAD FOR IMYY4U and ALONG CAME MARY

I have been told that route 62 used to be brimming with traffic and the Midway Gas ‘n’ Go was one of the highest grossing stores in the state. You would never know it on a night like this. I suppose once the Western Kentucky Parkway opened a few years back route 62 became one of those old tree lined roads that people out looking to see the world take when they long to get off the beaten path. If I am lucky, I will see maybe three or four of these souls before the dawn comes. I wonder how a little convenience store like this can turn a buck on a Friday night like this. The attendant will surely eat more junk food than the two dollars he put in the register will cover while he thumbs through the pages of the incredibly trashy porn magazines for the umpteenth time. And in between the stories about threesomes in the fitting room at the local department store or the tale of a mans wife who tied him to his bed while she let each of her friends take turns with him I will sit behind all of the lottery tickets and cigarette lighters and think about how it is I got here in the first place.

I used to look forward to the weekends. Friday was the time I could let go; when I could release all of the stresses that built up from meeting deadlines and keeping the wife happy. How did I go from being one of the most highly sought after advertising executives in Chicago with a wife that most any man would die for to a clerk at a fucking gas station in the middle of bum fuck Kentucky? God, life can be so vindictive. One day you have it all and the next you are thumbing through the pages of Redhead Romps wondering if you will ever even know a woman again. Who would ever want a thirty-one year old divorced gas station clerk?

Strolling out to the aisle of candy bars and sticky gooey sugar snacks that will surely rot my teeth before I reach the age of forty I catch a glimpse of headlights pulling into the station. If the night goes like most Friday nights do whoever it is will surely pay at the pump with their card and I will be deprived yet again of any sort of actual human contact. Whoever it is pulled on the other side of the pumps so I won’t even get to see a human face aside from the fuzzy image that comes across the five inch monitor that even my eyes can’t bring into focus. I can’t help but wonder where they are headed and why they would even be on route 62 on a Friday night. My eyes scroll over the row of cooler doors taking in all of the bottles and bottles of soda, and juice, and beverages that could really loosen me up if I didn’t need this job so bad. The plastic bottle is cold in my hand as I shake it making sure that the chocolate milk inside is a smooth convergence of creamy bliss and not some coagulated soup.

I am almost stunned when I hear the beeping of the computer. A cash paying customer? Could I be so lucky? Strolling past the doors I turn to the pumps hoping to catch a glimpse of the person that may be the only one I will see tonight with no such luck. Once I start the gas flowing I reach around the counter and grab a copy of Fortune and carefully slip the little trash rag I was reading inside of it. I may only be a convenience store attendant now but I still have my dignity. I don’t need to be seen as “that perv that works at the gas station in Midway”. One of those little subscription cards I hate so much slips from the pages of my newly acquired porn shield and falls to the floor sliding just under the counter. I gently rest my magazines not even thinking that I should be putting them face down so that the auburn haired hottie with the 36D’s and three cocks filling her isn’t facing up for the whole world to see. As I leave my stool and drop to my haunches out of sight behind the counter I hear the ding of the opening door.

 

[along came mary]

Becca

ooc: miso sorry miso slow. *lol*


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I grinned with pride as the digital display of the fuel pump stopped directly on the ten dollar mark. That little move takes pure talent, you know. Sure grip, quick release. Nothing but talent, well, and a little practice maybe. No $10.01 for this girlie, no Sir.

I wiggled the nozzle against the opening of my ‘95 Jeep Wrangler. Good to the last drop. I snickered a bit to myself at the definitely silly, if not lame thought. I threw the nozzle back in the slot and moseyed on over to the door of the Gas’n Go. Geez, it seems like forever since I’d been here. My sleepy little hometown of Midway. Hmmm. Sleepy? Comatose would be the better choice of word now. Although I must admit , things really haven’t changed a lot at all. Kids continued to cruise along 62, circling round at the new super wally world only to travel the three miles or so to the high school to turn around and do it all again. Figure eight. Infinity and beyond.

Strange though for a Friday night, I remembered there to be much more traffic and activity. Maybe the route, not to mention a gamut of other things had changed since I’d been off to the big U of K. I shrugged it off as I shouldered the door into the convenience shop, announcing my entrance with a good solid synthesized ding. The store seemed to be empty. No clerk or anyone. How very odd. Meandering over to the counter, I figured I’d wait. Someone was bound to have heard the little annoying ding. I threw a hip against the counter and glanced down. My eyes widened and I burst out laughing. Man oh man! Unable to help myself, I spun the magazine around for a better look see.

“She seems to be enjoying herself.” I laughingly murmured to myself. I flipped it close, my fingers holding the place for whoever had been uhm.. reading, yeah, reading it before. “Fortune?!?!” My knees nearly gave way as I nearly rolled with laughter. “Since when did the Fortune 500 run a centerfold?”

 

[IMYY4U]

“Oh the hell with it,” my voice filled with a tinge of annoyance as I can’t quite pull the subscription card from underneath the counter. Making a mental note to myself not to forget to be sure to get under there when I sweep the floor later because that is one of those little things the boss will surely notice. The anal prick.

Rising quickly to my feet, I cringe back a bit as the sight of someone standing at the counter fills the corner of my eye. The ding. How could I have forgotten the ding? Rising to my full 6’2” as my eyes take in the beautiful smile on her face as she chuckles; my mind not quite gasping just what she is laughing at. My startle perhaps? The reason doesn’t concern me for but a mere moment as I take in the full beauty of her face. I sure did get lucky tonight. Not only do I get the visit of an actual person this eve, but a very beautiful woman at that. Surely she will be in my thoughts once I leave this dump when the sun rises.

“Hello,” the word solid and as professional as possible coming from a gas station jockey. My eyes noticing now what is likely the true source of her laughter as I look at the counter to see if this is a gas only or not. Had her finger not been so graciously placed as a bookmark in the magazine I would have forgotten I left it open. I lick my lips ever so slightly as I feel the blood rushing to my cheeks; surely two or three shades brighter than I was a moment ago.

“It gets rather lonely in here at night,” the words a feeble attempt to explain the reading material split by your finger. Thinking to myself I am now that pervert in the gas station in her mind for sure.

 

[along came mary]

Becca

Woohoo! Tall, dark and handsome. And obviously not from around here judging from the lack of southern twang. Four pluses in his favor right off the bat. So he liked to drool over raunchy porn; that could be plus or minus – totally depending on your outlook of course. The slight pink that stained his cheeks was somewhat endearing, strangely enough. But did the fact his was obviously embarrassed keep me from making what could be construed as a smart aleck comment? Pfffft. Get real.

“Lonely, eh?” I shot him a dimpled grin as an oh-so-devilish gleam alit my chocolate browns. “So, does…” I paused as I flipped the magazine back open and scanned the caption underneath the photo. “Aimee keep you company here often?” I glanced back at his face, taking pure selfish delight in his apparent discomfort. And they say I’m not mean. Hah! A kinder soul would attempt to ease the poor fellow’s unease, not exacerbate it. Pure evil I tell ya. Pure unadulterated evil.

“Just jokin’ with ya.” I chuckled a bit and threw a hand out before he had a chance to respond, “I’m Becca. I don’t believe I’ve ever seen you before. Are you from around here?”

 

[IMYY4U]

I can feel the rose color in my cheeks even before I see them in the curve of that stupid domed mirror hanging above the hostess display. I can’t recall I have ever looked into it for the purpose of security which it was intended to provide. Now I find myself wishing it was clean and was not that god forsaken dome. Where it a nice flat normal mirror I might actually be able to make out the ass and legs on this beauty instead of the bloated black I can’t quite make out to be a skirt or pants . . . it looks like those could be calves or ankles but with that mirror, who the hell can tell for sure.

“Well hello Becca. No. I am not from around here. Not originally at least. You can call me Eddie.” I grab for the magazine with my left hand and gaze down at the picture quickly as I twirl it to face me. “Aimee has kept me company on many a lonely night. You are the first person to walk through those doors in over two hours.”

Given the first impression I presented she must be a gracious woman. She surely has at the very least a good sense of humor. What the hell, have some fun with her. This could be the only conversation I have all night. Extending my hand to take the one she has offered to me, I pull back a little just before our palms touch. “Are you sure you want to shake that hand? It could be a little sticky.” I nod my head to Aimee and throw a wink and a smile at Becca.

 

[along came mary]

Becca

ooc: I suck, I know. But you still lurve me anyhoo, right?


A laugh escaped, pure and genuine. Adorable with a sense of humor to boot! The night is certainly looking up. "I'll take my chances." I grinned as I grasped his hand and gave it a good shake. "No noticable stickiness to speak of, although its still a bit early yet."

"Nice to meet ya, Eddie. I was just crusing along down 62, no particular place to go. I can keep you company for a while if ya like." I smiled warmly, tucking a stray lock of auburn hair behind my ear before folding my arms and leaning against them on the counter. "What brought ya to Midway? It's a tiny little town. Not alot ot offer. Most are breakin' their necks to get out of it, certainly not in."

 

[IMYY4U]

now who owes whom an apology. still luvs me? ~LOL~

A soft smile crosses my lips as I feel the grip of her hand on mine. Her skin is soft and smooth, her grip firm yet somehow ladylike; almost… hmmmmm… submissive. I see something in her eyes that is soft and innocent yet warm and seductive at the same time. Noticing that I am staring into them a bit too long I drop my glance seeing the red flash of her full lips which would normally draw and hold my attention for a moment or so longer. But just as my gaze drops she leans forward onto her elbows. I am a man and presented with the sliver of shadow that protrudes from the top of her blouse I am numb to withdraw my eyes. The soft curve of her breasts binds my vision for what seems to last an eternity but I pray for my own sake is but an instant.

Catching my own thoughts I snap my eyes back to hers as I lean against the stool behind the counter hoping that I haven’t been caught peeking. “I am from Chicago originally. A far cry from the silence that is tonight. Sometimes, however, the peace and quiet boredom of a town like Midway is the perfect place to find solitude from the noise that rattles in your head in a place like Chicago. I guess the long and short of it is this. I came home early after getting fired from my high paying executive position to find my wife in bed with two college kids. I don’t seem to remember much after that other than I got in my car and drove. I stopped here to fill up and saw a help wanted sign in the window. That was a year ago. So here I am.”

Leaning my own elbow on the counter, my chin resting barely against a balled fist, I nudge your elbow with the other. “And what about you Becca? Though I would certainly enjoy the presence of your company for a minute or two, surely you have better things to do than hang out in a gas station teasing me about my pornographic fantasies. Are you passing through or breakin’ your neck to get out?”

 

[along came mary]

Always'n forever! No matter what everyone else says about ya. *lol*

Eddie has really pretty eyes. The flecks of gold accent the warm brown and slight olive hues. And such long lashes. Figures. Why is it guys are always gifted with those?

My own chocolate brown eyes widened as I caught his gaze dropping for a split second. My gaze followed his. The smile that curved my lips bloomed into a full fledged seductive grin as I was suddenly privy to his distraction. Cleavage. Never one to disappoint, I framed my bodacious ta-ta’s with folded arms and leaned a bit further. There. If you’re gonna give a show, make it a good one. That’s what I always say.

The somewhat randy thoughts racing through my head quieted, leaning more toward ones of concern. My eyes mirrored said concern and empathy as he shared his story. “I’m so sorry, Eddie. That’s horrible! I hate that happened to you. But . . . I’m of the mind set everything happens for a reason. There are better things waiting for you I’m sure.” I said with a firm nod.

“I mean, look around ya.” I said as I casually waved around the store. “You’re practically the master of your own domain here. Who could ask for more?” I glanced up at him, chuckling at the expression on his face.

“As for me, I’m sorta kinda passing through but coming back to stay eventually. Clear as mud, eh?” I grinned. “I’m studying to be a veterinarian UK of Lexington. My family owns a horse farm down the valley, off of 27 . . . The Roberson Stables. We specialize in breeding Quarter Horses and Appaloosa. I’m planning on coming back and opening shop here when it’s all said and done.”

“As for something better to do, why Eddie, I’m hurt.” I said, heavily accenting my usually slight southern drawl. Laying my hand on his arm, I glanced up at him coyly through thick lashes. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were trying to get rid of me. Aren’t you enjoying my company?”

 

[IMYY4U]

"Trying to get rid of you? Don't be silly. I spend hours and hours in this drab place without a single soul coming through those doors. So if you have no place that you are supposed to be tonight, I would be most honored with your company."

The words flow from my lips almost as unconsciously as my index finger begins caressing the length of her own as it rests on my arm. The soft touch of her skin the first I have felt from a woman since the day I walked out of my house... my life... for good. I lift my eyes, reluctantly, from the crevasse she is obviously flaunting my way and are quickly wrapped in the chocolate of hers.

Reaching to brush a lock of hair that has fallen from behind her ear back into place I say, "You are a kind woman. Very few people give me more than a second glance when they come in here. They see me and assume I have done nothing with my life since I am my age working in a place like this." A subtle wink flies your way as my finger curls around your ear over the amazingly soft flesh of your neck t just under your chin before pulling away.

"But you... well..." pausing before I get too gushy with a total stranger. "You are a beautiful woman. And I am not just referring to your soul either."

 

[IMYY4U]

What lies in fate?

My heart has not beat like this for as long as I can recall. The mere touch of flesh against my arm is more powerful than I could ever have dreamt. I suppose the absence of physical contact for so long makes you forget. Nothing could ruin this moment for me; nothing.

Fate has a strange way of making us eat our words. For as soon as the thought completed in my mind, my eyes caught a flash of light outside the front doors of the store. Time seemed to stand still as the pictures of what unfolded in the next fifteen seconds rolled across my mind like a slow motion movie. I saw the headlights swerve towards the store. Perhaps I solely noticed as my paranoia had trained me to notice after that psycho drove his truck through the front doors in a failed robbery attempt last year. Becca’s lack of perception was not going to be a detriment to her if I had anything to do with it.

I clamped my hand around her wrist. The other found her blouse at the shoulder. I heard her shout as I yanked her towards me. Fortunately her resistance was not beyond my strength. In my mind I heard her wail at the pain in her pelvis when it hit the counter. The headlights outside disappeared into the side of her Wrangler. Metal screamed into the night as the vehicle crashed into the pumps driven not by a car or truck but by an eighteen-wheeler. Flames lit up the outside as though it was day. I heard the seems in her blouse give way as my hands jerked her towards me. It was not until her shoe flew into the air behind her that I realized the full force I had exerted upon her. It was at the moment the thunder of fire and machine crashed into the front doors that the terror broke across her face. Her body toppled over mine sending us both to the floor. But not before the back of my head wrapped against the counter behind. The last image that filled my eyes was that of the counter splitting into shards as the truck just missed her feet. The fragments of counter that covered us may have been the only thing that saved us from the wave of fire that erupted over us. The roof came crashing to the floor leaving us trapped in what would likely be our tomb.

I do not know how long I was out. When I awoke, groggy, with a trembling ache in my head, my eyes saw only the flickering glow of the fire outside of the small space in which I lay. I rolled to the women at my side; this stranger who made me feel for but a moment. I heard no breath. My fingers searched for her wrist finding but a faint pulse, growing weaker. I took to her side in the cramped darkness. Her blouse gave way easily between my hands. The heals of my palms fell beneath her bare breasts, a tear coming to my eye as I shouted, “Stay with me! Hold on damn it!” My lips pressed against hers blowing life into her lungs. She lay before me, skirt hiked around her waist, bare breasts heaving as my lips met hers for the first time. What I hoped would not be the last. “Stay with me Becca!!”

The sound of sirens was barely audible over the crackling fire that engulfed our chamber; a granite counter our only shield from the inferno around us. The police radio somewhere behind me crackled something about a truck… asleep…. wheel. Creaking of support beams grew louder but yet I heard a cough as air returned to her lungs. I rolled from her my eyes saw the roof begin to sway. Fear filled me as I realized I may have saved her life only to have her burn to death or get buried in a pile of concrete when the roof collapsed. I pried the counter free, my hands trembling at its heat, and rested one end on top of the toppled safe. I reached for a second counter top adding it to the make shift lean-to. There was little room inside with the both of us. I prayed it would be strong enough. I prayed the fire would not overtake us. I held her tight as she caught her breath. And as I kissed her the structure I had created was rattled by an explosion above. By body tensed as I heard the roof let go. I prayed.

 

[along came mary]

R,
If this makes the least bit of sense, then I’ve more than likely done something very, very wrong.*L* I’m playing here, and letting my imagination go wild so just bear with me. Hopefully you’ll enjoy it.

,
T

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I am dead. My first conscious thought. And this must be hell. My second.

I coughed harshly, repetitively, gasping for precious air as my lungs rebelled against the acrid smoky air that surrounded me. Lids lifted, my eyes watering instantly at the sting of heat and smoke. Eddie’s silhouette was outlined above me in the orange and red glow of the flames that crept ever closer to our make shift shelter. The visible waves of heat flared out behind him like wings, his soot-stained face lined with concern as he gazed down at me. My dark angel. The absurd thought brought a small sad smile, yet only briefly. The realization of our situation settled on my mind like a heavy weight and tears fell as I lifted my arms to him, knowing more than likely this would be the last embrace I would ever share with anyone.

Eddie took me into his arms, holding me to him as if I were the most precious of treasures. His lips touched mine and the world cracked open. Literally.

The explosion not only rattled the roof above, but the floor quaked beneath us. Tiny jagged lines appeared along the tiles around us and rapidly continued to snake out along an ever widening path. Another tremor wracked along the building and the floor beneath us gave way. My scream mingled with his as we fell, clutched tightly in each others arms.

We fell fast at first, to the point that my screams echoed one right after the other. My body was so tense, hating the fall, but dreading the impact. In my mind, we were mere seconds away from it. I could just imagine the sickening crunch of broken and twisted limbs as we hit the bottom of what must be the basement level of the store. Imagining if the fall didn’t kill us instantly, the resulting pile of debris that must have followed us in the collapse would crush us for certain. I clutched Eddie tighter in my terror, burying my face in his neck.

Moments passed, seconds or minutes or hours even I could not say as I had lost all semblance of time in my all encompassing fear, yet still we fell. I lifted my head in confusion, tears drying before they could be shed by the air that rushed around us. My gaze lifted in dread, sure to find the debris from the collapse gaining on us. Yet there was only an expanse of a dark, rich velvet night, peppered with small brilliant stars. Nowhere could I see the opening from which we had fallen. No debris, no opening, no fire, no smoke, just the beautiful, calm midnight sky surrounded us.

I turned my face to Eddie, pulling back ever so slightly, my gaze questioning and fearful. His head was thrown back, his eyes closed, his full lips were curled into a boyishly happy smile. His face radiated such joy it startled a gasp from me. His eyes opened and I cried out in shock. They mirrored the dark star spangled night that surrounded us. Gone were the whites and irises of his eyes I had previously thought so beautiful. No such word existed to describe them now. I could see forever in his eyes. Such joy. Such freedom. Such utter love. He smiled at me and pulled me closer, his arms wrapped securely around me.

“Sometimes of your greatest fear can be your greatest joy.”

His voice whispered through the my mind as his lips lowered once more to mine. I kissed him, soft. His lips pressed against my mouth and I opened my mouth to the press of his lips, flicking my tongue, a small wet touch. His mouth opened to me, and the kiss grew. His hand balled against the back of my head, squeezing, my hair twined within his grip. He kissed me as if he would eat me from the mouth down. His lips were crushed against mine and only the need for air pulled my lips from his. I came up gasping for the air that was rushing around us. The grip of fear once more slid its icy fingers around my heart as I realized we still fell.

“Is this is the end?” I whispered to him softly.

“No, Becca.” He replied as I watched in utter shock as large dark wings unfurled from his back. “This is merely the beginning.” One powerful stroke of the new appendages and I felt the wind no longer pushing up from below. Another and we were moving forward. I hugged him tightly in utter delight as our laugh echoed through the night. No longer did we fall. Now we soared.

 

[IMYY4U]

Abyss

It takes but a moment to find true clarity. Every thought I had ever had of not quite belonging, that my life was meant to be something more than the miserable existence I had come to know, was reinforced the moment my eyes caught sight of the driver in the truck. The moment I saw the coyote head behind the wheel, a sight that would make most men mad, knowledge rushed from the subconscious to my conscious mind. The sight of a Rythean signified a crossing. I would either be drawn back to my true existence or would be captured and devoured by his ravenous jowls. Either way, I would cease to exist in this realm. My banishment had concluded. Though my human mind saw only approaching death, my pure self saw and was prepared for rebirth.

The Rythean drew near, walking unaffected by the flames. The minions of Hades or hell or any of the other names the dark underworld has been called by the tribes of earth had flesh impermeable to fire. The leathery flesh of their manlike body was thick and black. The hair that sheathed the dog like face remained unsinged. Flaming rubble was tossed aside as though it were nothing. Streams of spittle hung from his snout as he snarled and closed proximity. I could feel the gateway opening beneath me. I knew. Without question I felt myself being drawn back into my world.

I felt her arms wrap around my waist. Something was wrong. No humans were supposed to be present at the time of crossing. Humans could not make the journey. Yet I saw know realization in her. She had to be true human. Becca would certainly be consumed in the explosion meant to conceal the passing. Worse still, she could be consumed by the Rythean, her flesh torn from her bones, screaming until passing into death; true death… her flesh devoured and regenerating only to be consumed again and again for all eternity. One did not escape the eternal ferocity of the Rythean.

I wrapped my arms around her, pressing her face tight against my chest, careful to hide her eyes from the transformation that would take place as I passed through the gate. It opened beneath us and we fell into the abyss, the absence of everything that exists between reality and earth. Immeasurable joy engulfed me as I felt my bones reform, my flesh grow strong and return to its natural grayish hue. My mind soaked up the memories I had left behind when banished as though it were a sponge left in the hot sun for decades. And as my mind consumed what was what lost I felt her. I had never known of a human making the passage without transforming to their natural form. But she was here, falling through the abyss in my arms, and my mind soaked up her consciousness. All of her hopes and fears filled me. I was consumed with a love I had never known.

Fearing that I would swallow up her life force I opened my eyes to her, knowing that once I opened my windows to this realm I would be filled no more. I would lose the deepest recollections from eons gone by. More importantly, I would break my drainage of her. I had tapped into her consciousness and touched every piece. I knew her completely and yet, it was all a haze to me; like a most pleasant dream you simply are unable to bring back to life once you have awoken. My eyes found her and she started at their sight for a brief moment. Then she was lost in the pure perfection that is the abyss.

“Sometimes of your greatest fears can be your greatest joy.”

I kissed her with a need to consume her flesh as I had her thoughts. I kissed her as Adam kissed Eve, the first demons banished to earth, discovering their new bodies for the first time. Her tongue filled my mouth as mine filled hers, broken as I felt her fear overcome her.

“No, Becca. This is merely the beginning.”

I felt the approaching end of the abyss, the orange and violet sky of Iona growing nearer. I longed to plunge through the thin skin that separates my home world from the abyss but I feared for her ability to pass through. How she survived in the abyss I did not know. Dare I chance pulling her through another crossing? My wings took their first stroke and I was filled with a sense of strength and power. As I held her in my embrace I flew. Like superman and Lois Lane we soared through the emptiness.

I could feel her delight turn to wonder, then fear of the unknown. Taking her in my arms as a father holds his little girl, her arm around my neck, I hovered in the empty expanse. I kissed her on her forehead.

“I imagine you have questions. I will try and explain as best I can.”

As I held her in my arms I explained that earth was created as a place to suffer penance for extreme injustices committed in Infinity. While the number of beings on earth that are truly human grows, there is a significant number of those that have been stripped of their true form, stripped of their consciousness, banished to live a life where pain is a reality and true death is always near. Death of the human body is death of the true being. If one dies as a human one cannot cross back.

I explained the explosion in the gas station as a means of covering up my crossing; how the Rythean can sense the impending opening of a gate and pounce upon the energy in search of human prey. They crave the human flesh as much as they crave the anguish humans suffer. The angels they usually prey upon feel no pain. They do not scream as they are consumed. Rythean lust upon suffering.

“I do not know how you managed to be there. The magic of the gate is supposed to keep all humans away for they suffered horrible deaths in the abyss in the past. I could not leave you there Becca.”

Seeing the fear and confusion in her eyes, I lay my hand upon her chest. I could feel her heart race as I pushed my consciousness to her. I let her see my thoughts at the moment I pulled her into this realm. I showed her why I could not leave her to be consumed by fire or Rythean. Her mind filled with the assumptions I had that she must be one of the numerous forms of angel or demon for she was at the gate at all. I let her see my current fear she could not go back and that she might not survive on Iona.

“No human has been here Becca. I cannot believe you are true human. I cannot say that you are angel or demon though either. I have touched your mind but I could not see your birth. I could not risk killing you if you are human. I cannot survive in the abyss for long and you cannot stay here. You have no wings. Will you come with me to my world?”