by Tanya Simon
Felicity nodded at him. Then in her stoic way, said. “I will make sure it is safe until we need it again.” She strode around the mountain, taking the wider, safer path instead of the one they had used to go in.
Mary Kate caught up to her, stopped her and hugged her again. “Are you going to get Luna back?”
“Of course. We belong to each other. She was very upset with me when I explained what I was doing. She should speak to me in five or six weeks.” Felicity smiled her usual somber smile.
Mystery and Ryan shook their heads and followed her. They looked back. The trees had sprung up to cover the place where the aerie had stood, like it had never been there.
When they reached the cars, Felicity and Mary Kate were already inside Mary Kate’s, listening to some tinkling, watery music. They both had their sunglasses on and looked like they had on the day Mystery had first met them. Mystery walked over to the SUV, while Ryan fastened Jeremiah in the car seat they had brought with them.
“Will I see you soon?” Mystery asked her friends.
“Yes. I will be right where I have always been and you are always welcomed in my home.” Felicity said with more emotion in her voice than normal.
“Of course. I am not letting you walk out of my life, now that we have you back. And I cannot wait to see the little man all grown up.” She blew Jeremiah a kiss and he blew one back.
“And you are always welcomed in my home, wherever it may be.” Mystery realized they had no home to go to.
“Don’t be sad. You will find the perfect place to raise Jeremiah and his brothers and sisters.”
“Brothers and Sisters?” Mystery held her belly.
“Yes.”
Ryan walked up and put his arm around Mystery’s shoulders. “Take care of yourself Mary Kate.”
“Will do.”
“Be blessed, Felicity.”
“You too, my friend.” She nodded at Mystery and Ryan and they drove away.
Ryan turned and said a quick prayer for Sam and Lily, and they got in the car and drove away.
Epilogue
It had been twelve years since that terrible night. Ryan and Mystery had married as soon as was possible. She returned the money paid on her life insurance policy. And was surprised to find out that Raevanne in some private moment at the end of her life had left the combined wealth of the Roodmasi and all of her personal holdings to her beloved daughter. Mystery could not keep money she knew had come from suffering of others and from illegal enterprises such as human trafficking and slavery. So, she handed the money over to various charities that helped women and children stay safe from those who had hurt them. Her mother’s estate, it turned out was Khatima’s estate and her mother had always kept the funds separate from Roodmasi funds. So she used some of the money to purchase land outside of Las Cruces, New Mexico. The rest she invested and put into trust for her son and any future children.
She had finished her degree and now taught at the University in town. She taught Ancient Mythology and her class was popular, as people couldn’t wait to hear her twist on the stale old myths. It was not long before she was a tenure professor, who had a full schedule of classes she taught all centering around ancient world history, mythology, and religions.
Ryan had planted half of his land in cotton and the other half in a special chile` he had cultivated from mixing habanero and jalapeno chile. It had won World’s Hottest Chile two years in a row, coming in second the last four years to an East Indian chile variety. He had an orchard of pecans on one side of the land and an orchard of apples on the other side of the land. The farm and orchard did very well for themselves. He openly discussed religion with his children and he even attended non-denominational church services. But he had seen too much to comfortably settle back into organized religion fully.
Jeremiah had grown into a rambunctious teenager who excelled in school and loved horses. He had conned his parents into buying a horse for each member of the family. He had developed the powers that his grandfather had said he would. He was gifted beyond what his parents had thought he would be. And he remembered just enough of his time in the aerie to understand someday he would face off with his sister, who he had no love for. He felt guilt for not being able to love her. His parents reassured him that it was normal and natural to feel no love for such pure evil.
His brothers and sisters shared his kinetic and psychic abilities. And Mystery and Ryan had their hands full as each child went through their toddler years.
The world had changed dramatically. Peace ruled everywhere. There was a woman in the White House and she and her fellow world leaders had seen to it all weapons of mass destruction were disassembled and the pieces jettisoned into space. People had finally adopted a live and let live attitude. Churches were rebuilt and believers lived in harmony with non-believers. Radical groups had been abolished as the need for them had faded. Police forces were decreased and the military forces all over the planet had shrunk in size as they were no longer needed.
Scientists from all over the world had banned together and conquered Cancer and AIDS. They had put people on a space station, where they lived and studied. Solar and Wind Power cleanly and efficiently managed what had once been fueled by gasoline. The air had cleared and the ozone layer had stopped deteriorating. The planet was healing itself.
Good news and human-interest stories filled the nightly news. Earth was slowly becoming the Utopia the Renaissance writers had waxed poetic about.
However, late at night, when the moonlight caught in Mystery’s hair as they held each other, they both knew it wasn’t over. Somewhere, out there Serafina and Kasdeya waited for their chance to poison the Earth and start the countdown to another battle.
Until the time came, Mystery, Ryan, Jeremiah and his siblings would enjoy life and hoard their power. And when the battle came they would be ready.
THE END
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The lush, robed figure sashayed into the stone chamber, waved a jeweled hand and the sconces lining the wall all flared to life, revealing an ornate altar topped with an inverted cross. Antique tables from different periods sat in the eastern, southern and western corners of the room. A circled pentagram glowed in white in the center of the room. And hanging in the southwestern corner of the room a man struggled fruitlessly against his bonds as he hung upside down from chains hanging from the stone ceiling.
The robed figure picked up a intricately carved gold bowl and walked over to the man. He screamed behind the ball gag in his mouth at her approach. She threw back the hood to her robe revealing long, russet-colored hair, big dead gray eyes and a pouty mouth, which was pulled back in a malevolent smile. She pulled a dagger from the folds over her robe and slit the man’s throat, making sure to catch every drop of blood that spurted forth in the bowl. When it was filled, she gracefully stepped back and walked to the altar in the Northern end of the chamber, she waved her hand and the nine black candles there sprung to life.
She placed the bowl on the altar and waved her hand over it while she mumbled words in Latin. She trembled with delight when the countenance of her Master filled the surface of the blood. Satan’s beauty never failed to thrill her and she could barely contain her desire for him.
“Who dares trouble me?” His voice boomed into the room.
“It is your servant, Serafina, my Master.”
“Oh. What a pleasure.” His voice caressed her in places no body could ever touch. “Is my daughter ready?”
“Yes Master. She exceeds my hopes for her. She is exceptionally skilled.”
“Good, good.” He rubbed calloused, muscular hands together. “I want you to summon, Azazel. He is to kill the seven men who know the location of
The Spear. Not take it from its hiding place, but kill those who know where it lies.”
“Yes, Master.”
“When he is finished, he may visit with you until I have further need of him.”
Serafina could barely contain a purr. “Yes, my Master.”
Roodmasi: Book Two of the Vengeance Of The Fallen Series, All Rights Reserved, Tanya R. Simon, 2015
