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Celestial Sensations	By : FireCracker Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 3371 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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submission dated 5/21/13 – 5/28/13
author: FireCracker
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Warnings: Immortal sex, lies and politics. Not to mention kingdoms and destiny.
Characters: Phantom Stranger, Tala, Loethe, Bruce Wayne, Uriel, a pink brontosaurus and Elvis. Yes, Elvis. Add one baby angel who likes to watch.

Special mention: The book of Illut, a bone of contention in many dimensions.
Tala plays her hand, and Stranger hooks up with an old lover from heaven.
CELESTIAL SENSATIONS: NIGHTMARE PAST
Many wondered if the immortal Stranger ever “hung his hat” anywhere, so to speak. Little was known about his private time outside of mystic circles, and even then most relied on rumor more so than fact. The truth was far more simple.
Between dimensions the universe held pathways to virtually any nexus of reality. This also included “non” reality and “un” space, dimensions where the known rules of existence were inverted. Not many chose those unsettling paths.
To the Stranger, all paths were the same. There was no need to avoid the unknown. Time and eternity were one to him, and he had the luxury of wandering reality at his leisure. More importantly, the austere quiet gave him chance to think and reflect on his own existence.
He particularly liked the randomness of traveling the pathways. It suited him best, and one would often meet the most interesting personalities along the way.
As always, the pathways are my solace. Here, I can truly be myself with no distractions or obligations. Am I the ultimate loner? I’ve often wondered. There’s much to be said for companionship and love. And man doesn’t live on isolation alone. Not even this man.
He smiled to himself, handsome features shaded by his hat. A billowing black cloak swirled as he moved, trailing wisps of smoke.
I feel absolute contentment. Bruce is mine, and I will fill his life with love and sharing. My children are my pride. And my Queen…is problematic as always. But she does love me, and admittedly I love her. But it’s always been complicated with us. For reasons I’ve often denied in the past.
The Stranger stopped momentarily, gazing out at the horizon. In truth, there was no ‘up’ or ‘down’ between dimensions.
Sworn to one Queen and torn to another. Still, I never lacked for beauteous companionship, be it mortal or immortal-
“Yo, big man.”
“Eh?” the Stranger turned from his thoughts. Waddling his way was a unique individual with a slick pompadour and wearing a white rhinestone jumpsuit. He slipped on a pair of oversized sunglasses as he approached.
The Stranger chuckled. “I should have known. We meet again, Elvis of Earth 11.”
Elvis swung an arm in a circle. “I’m just a burnin’ hunk a love, Stranger!”
“I don’t doubt it. So, what brings you between dimensions?”
“Eh, just out on a stroll. My last gig didn’t go so well at the Moebius Palace. Muh pipes aren’t holding up like they did in the old days.”
“I thought you were on vacation.”
“That’s next week. But the wife’s been pestering me to take a break and spend time with her more. You know how women are.”
The Stranger sighed. “I do indeed.”
Elvis patted his gut. “Gotta get rid of this, or she might leave me. Woman’s crazy, I give her everything and she threatens to walk over a lil’ fat?”
Stranger cocked his head. “Don’t you have energy powers? Perhaps you could burn the excess off.”
Elvis shrugged. “Can’t do it without burnin’ myself. Don’t seem to have the right control for that. So I guess it’s diet city.”
“You’d be surprised what you can accomplish.”
Elvis adjusted his glasses. “Looked like you was in deep thought there, my man.”
“Not especially. Just having appreciation, mostly.”
“Got it. So, how’s the kiddies?”
“Still demonic. And yours?”
“Growin’ like weeds, my man. Wife thinks she may be expecting again, we’re not sure yet.”
“Good luck.”
“You too, Phantom.” Elvis stared at his watch. “Uh, hell. Gotta get back before the next set.”
Stranger saw something to the west. “Yes, I’d best be moving along myself.”
Elvis followed his eyes. “Trouble? Ya never know who’ll show up here.”
“Not exactly, but I sense a familiar presence.”
“Yeah. Well.” Elvis slapped Stranger on the back. “Y’all come see my set next month at the Concourse. Better joint, lots of atmosphere.”
“You got it.”
“Like muh blue suede shoes?” Elvis pointed at his platforms with high stack heels.
“Nice.”
“You know it.” With a final wave, Elvis waddled off into the mists. Stranger watched him go with bemusement.
()
In silence he moved, an imposing figure shrouded in shadow. Off in the mists he noted a looming shape. It rapidly approached with lumbering gait.
“Stranger. Is that you?”
The Stranger sighed. Not him again. He stopped walking momentarily.
“Yes, Yahmet.”
“I thought so.” The mists thinned, revealing a bright pink brontosaurus. The small head leaned down to talk.
“Good to see you. Just wanted to say thanks for helping those crush victims back home.”
Stranger nodded. “Not a problem. What brings you to the crossways?”
The huge beast hissed a sigh. “I’m depressed, quite frankly.”
“About?”
“I…it’s been a long time, but it’s about Bazura. She still won’t give me the time of day.”
“I tried to warn you about that several times.”
The pink dinosaur swayed his head. “But I thought it would work between us. She’s a dragon, I’m a dino. No reason in the world we can’t get together, right?”
Stranger made a face. “For the umpteenth time, Yahmet. She isn’t a reptile. The dragon is her dominant spiritual form only. And you aren’t the same species, either. She has rare interest in mortals, even long lived ones.”
“I’m considered good looking, you know.”
“Yes, for your race. You’re still too different. And her…dark nature would eventually ruin you.”
A giant pink tail thumped in anger, rattling the roadway. “It’s not fair, Stranger! She knows how I feel.”
“Has she ever returned your feelings?”
“I thought so, but-“
“And stop shaking the pathway! You’ll draw undue attention.”
The bronto looked back at himself. “You’re right. Throwing tantrums won’t get me anywhere.”
“Why not find a nice girl among your own kind?”
“I tried. They say I’m a nuisance.”
Stranger sighed. “Then try again. And be more low key.”
The small head hung. “I still love Bazura. I was hoping to call you ‘dad’ one day.”
Moron. Like I need a pink son-in-law. “Let me give you something that might help.” A white lily appeared in his left hand.
“What’s that for?”
“Eat this. It will give emotional clarity so you can accept the truth and move on.”
A huge nose sniffed at the flower. “Fragrant. But will I still love her?”
“Yes, but the difference is you will appreciate the love instead of being obsessed about it. Now eat!”
The huge jaws munched the flower.
“I don’t feel any different.”
“Really? What if I told you my daughter does like you, but isn’t in love?”
Yahmet lifted his head proudly. “I still feel for her, but it’s wasted emotion. Time to move on from the fantasy.”
The Stranger nodded. “You are on your way. Go home now, Yahmet. A full life awaits you.”
The brontosaurus nodded, his eyes sparking with insight. “You were right. I was more in love with the idea of being in love. A juvenile crush.”
“We all have issues of the heart, Yahmet.”
“Sounds like you’re speaking from experience.”
The cloaked immortal looked about suddenly. That other presence. It’s out there again.
“You okay? You look like a bloodhound sniffing out a scent.”
“Perhaps I am. But it’s nothing for you to be concerned about.”
Yahmet turned to go, his motion ponderous. “Thanks for the advice. If there’s anything you need, Stranger, just contact me.”
A gloved hand waved. “We’ll meet again.”
()
He walked alone once more, steps measured. Still sensing a powerful presence nearby. Perplexed at the lack of introduction, Stranger increased his pace.
Familiar. But not friendly. An enemy perhaps? Anything is possible here.
You should know.
Stranger halted at the mental intrusion. “Show yourself!”
Two figures stepped from the mists, walking parallel to his own path. Stranger recognized one immediately.
“Uriel!!”
The gleaming angel glanced over his way. “Greetings, Fallen One. We meet again.”
Stranger’s eyes fell on the young cherub at Uriel’s side. The youngling had the typical round cheeks and innocent expression. Long red curls tangled over bright wings.
“I am Gindo, Stranger.” The cherub piped up. “We saw you with Yahmet. Most impressive.”
Stranger was silent momentarily. Approval from children. So it’s come to this?
Uriel continued to walk on a parallel path, looking the Stranger over. Clear, nearly colorless eyes sparkled like crystal. Dark, straight hair fell to his waist between sleek wings of golden feathers.
“You still have rare beauty, Dark One. The spheres take note of your destiny.”
“I’m glad to be a person of such interest. What brings you to the walkways with one so young?”
“Gindo’s out to see the universe for the first time. I am his tutor.”
“I’m not that young.” Gindo protested. He eyed the Stranger curiously. “Are the stories about you true?”
“What stories, little one? There are many.”
“Have a care what you tell him.” Uriel warned.
The Stranger smiled slyly. “Threats, Uriel? How interesting, coming from you.”
“This isn’t the old days. Remember what I said.”
“I suggest you remember a few things, my dear Uriel.”
Gindo burst between them. “I don’t get it, he isn’t ugly at all. He’s as beautiful as the Gilded Ones. Why is he called with such disdain and dread?”
Uriel laid a hand on small shoulders. “There is much you don’t know.”
“Then I want to find out.” Gindo stared up at the Stranger. “So. Is it true that you wrecked Heaven?”
“I did.”
“Why would you do such a thing? It’s evil.”
A sigh. “Evil had nothing to do with it, child. Philosophical disagreements-“
“You mean anarchy and corruption.” Uriel interrupted.
Stranger glared at him. “As I was saying, there was a movement to overthrow Heaven. I didn’t decide and was condemned for it.”
Gindo flapped his wings in agitation. “But you had to decide.”
“I didn’t. That’s what caused the problem.”
“I don’t see how that would make you wreck heaven.”
“I was seen as a traitor on both sides. The Gilded Host told me without a decision I’d have to leave. I refused, so a fight broke out.”
Gindo thought that over. “I heard about what you did to many angels.”
The Stranger tipped his fedora. “Regrettable. But they attacked first, and I defended myself-“
Uriel flared with white fire. “Aye, over the bodies of those you hacked to bloody pieces!”
The Stranger snarled back. “Over the ones who stabbed me with runes of fire and cursed!”
“It seems no answer was had.” Gindo pondered. “You had to be removed, Stranger.”
“Indeed? You’re wise for one so tender.”
Bright violet eyes were intense. “You feel different than the others.”
“I was always different than the others.”
“You’re not right. Dangerous. Maybe sick?”
The Stranger was angry. “I’m not. What tales do they tell in the spheres? Is there no space for truth anywhere these days?”
“The young ones all know of you.” Uriel snapped. “And because they are young, we constantly remind them to separate legend from truth.”
“Truth has two sides, Uriel.”
“You should know. To the depths of your wretched, bipolar soul. It’s why you couldn’t decide. Your very nature forbids it.”
The Stranger stood tall. “Perhaps. But I’m not a deluded pawn, either.”
“All Fallen Ones say the same. It’s why the Pit was prepared long ago.”
“I’m not in the Pit. As usual, hyperbole rules the day with the high host.”
Uriel laughed out loud. “You roll in the Pit, and plant gardens there. And the hosts do marvel at your equal capacity for good and evil.”
“Amazing.” Gindo was impressed. “I’ve never met anyone celestial like that.”
“Did they tell you who I am, little one?” Stranger leaned forward.
Uriel nearly stepped across his path to block. “Stay back.”
“Don’t be ridiculous and dramatic. I’m not wicked.” The Stranger smiled at Gindo. “I had an unusual job description.”
“You’re the SoulReaver. Maybe I shouldn’t trust you at all.”
Uriel appeared proud. “Your instincts are correct, Gindo. I’d be a poor teacher if you weren’t in tune with your senses.”
The Stranger disagreed. “Gindo, I work to save those souls who need me, and help those that are lost.”
The cherub was confused. “I don’t understand you at all. Which path do you walk, good or evil?”
“He treads both, which is why he was cast out.” Uriel said with disdain. “Even in the days of lore he couldn’t be trusted.”
“The word you seek is feared.” Stranger was haughty. “I only did my duty, by sacred law. None of you accepted that.”
“But you did awful things.” Gindo replied.
“Yes.” The Stranger paused, thinking. “By necessity, to maintain the balance. Even if no one understood. In the long run existence was served, and life went on. Did your teacher ever tell you that?”
Gindo stared at Uriel next. “Ah, no. Not exactly.”
“I have never desired the destruction of everything, regardless of what the legends say.”
Uriel shook his head in denial. “Self delusion, Stranger. And you careen to your dark destiny at full speed.”
“No. You have a convenient memory.”
“Gindo isn’t old enough to understand this complication.”
“I’m old enough.” Gindo insisted. “Tegern of the Falcon host told me about the Stranger’s unique soul. And why it was destined to be forever outside the Elysian Fields.”
Uriel was surprised. “That was not for you to know.”
“If we are all creatures of Fate is he not one also?”
“There is always free will. Both must be in concert.”
The Stranger laughed softly. “I’ve missed this type of discourse. Do they still do that in heaven, argue philosophically for hours on end?”
“Your sarcasm isn’t appreciated, either.”
A gloved hand reached out, touching soft wings. “You look well, Uriel. Still radiant, still lovely.”
The bright angel turned away. “Do not.”
“No? Not even considering how close we once were?”
“That is irrelevant-“
“No.” Soft strokes along the silken hair. “Despite what others say, I am not cold.”
Uriel gazed back, crystal bright eyes glowing. “I know you aren’t, Stranger. But too much has happened. Neither of us are what we were so long ago.”
Stranger eyed him speculatively. “Is it true that after the War you begged forgiveness out of guilt and bathed in the waters of Betiste?”
Gindo was confused again. “Why would anyone devoted to heaven need penance? What did you do to offend?”
Uriel sighed. “This isn’t the time or place-“
“You must tell me the truth, as my guide.”
Uriel was hesitant. “There was…a situation discovered that caused some reduction in my rank.”
“But why?”
Uriel stared at the Stranger. “Let’s just say passions got in the way of judgment. I compounded the problem by trying to conceal it.”
Gindo caught the hint, looking at them both. “You loved each other? But that’s a good thing.”
“It certainly didn’t affect my rank any.” The Stranger retorted.
“With you it was expected.” Uriel was sour. “But I was entrusted with setting an example for others. When there is no balance between emotion and thought, chaos ensues.”
“True.” The Stranger agreed. “Gindo, even I am not foolish enough to say I never miss Heaven. But I don’t really dwell on it much at this point, either.”
Gindo thought that over. “If you could, would you want to come back?”
The Stranger looked down, his features bleeding to shadow. “I don’t know. There was a time where I would immediately say yes. But in retrospect, what would be different? Others still wouldn’t trust me or meet my gaze. And now I have a history with Hell. The firmament would never reconcile that.”
Uriel nodded. “Despite everything, you always had wisdom.”
“My gorgeous Uriel. Sometimes I wish…you would spend time on earth. But I say too much.”
Uriel lifted a hand to his cheek. “A conversation that mustn’t happen, for both our sakes.”
Gindo watched them. “I could entertain myself down another walkway for awhile. The two of you could share love then.”
“Gindo!” Uriel turned in shock. “That’s enough. You’re to learn about the universe, not our past!”
“I rather like his proposal.” The Stranger’s voice was soft. Blazing eyes lifted high. “Uriel, who would know?”
“Our own hearts and souls would give it away! Are you utterly mad? Do you never learn from past mistakes?”
The Stranger extended open arms. “Well then, a compromise. Come, my once love. Embrace me for old time’s sake!”
Uriel hesitated. “SoulReaver, you are well named. Your voice is a siren of destruction and separation.”
The Stranger responded in kind. “StarDancer, you speak with truth and vision. Nothing escapes your sight.”
Uriel edged forward, golden wings fluttering. “This is not wise.”
The Stranger moved towards him, his form shifting. “Was it ever?”
Gindo sat on the walkway and watched in awe as both figures erupted into columns of flame. Their forms were barely visible inside blinding glow. But the cherub had more than mortal eyes, and could see all. Inside the fire Uriel and The Stranger joined and burned, their bodies coiling in passion. Wings terrible and black erupted from the conflagration, twining with golden ones in a maze as the flames danced higher. Gindo heard loud sighs of pleasure and rapture.
Just as quickly, it was over. The flame subsided and bled off two forms in gleaming armor. They continued to embrace, oblivious to the young cherub.
Gindo was dumbfounded, never having seen such sharing. They’re so beautiful together.
And they were. Uriel was adorned in shimmering green armor that sparkled like dew. A golden crown of spirals matched his wings, a stark contrast to his dark mane. The Stranger stood in his true form, wearing his ornate silver and black armor with red accents. His horned headpiece gleamed wickedly despite the tender moment. The bladed black wings were not weapons this time, twining gently with golden feathered ones.
Gindo watched them speak to each other silently. Curiosity finally got the better of him.
“What are you saying?”
They continued on, not responding. Another kiss and nuzzle, as touching wings vibrated.
HOLD. WHAT OCCURS HERE?
“This isn’t good.” Gindo stared off into the mists. Several figures approached rapidly. He shouted at them.
“There’s nothing wrong! They’re just sharing love!”
WE KNOW, SMALL ONE. BE AT PEACE AND LET US HANDLE THIS.
Uriel and Stranger stopped kissing immediately and separated, facing the unseen group.
URIEL. HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN YOUR MISSION?
“I have not.” Uriel stated firmly. The Stranger moved to his side, clasping hands.
The others became visible as the mists thinned up close. Stranger noted immediately that they were of the Gilded Host, the highest order. And all bore weapons.
I should have expected this. He frowned at their approach.
Ramiel stepped forward first, his pale blue locks bracing silvery wings. “SoulReaver, step away. You continue towards your path of destruction.”
“I fail to see what’s destroyed here.”
“Not Uriel. But we’ve seen the cosmic wheel. Despite your words, you will do what you must, and the universe will suffer for it.”
“And I’ve been called needlessly cryptic. Regardless, no harm has been done.”
“I agree.” Uriel added.
“No harm?!” Ramiel stared at them hard, his pale gray eyes flashing. “You flaunt such intimacy in front of one so young?”
“I thought it was beautiful.” Gindo protested. “They look perfect together, and-“
Vedail took the cherub by the hand. “Stand over here by me, young one.”
“But I’m with Uriel.”
“That is yet to be decided.”
Uriel was offended. “I’m fully capable of my charge, Gilded Ones. You judge me in error.”
“You make love with the Reaver in front of a child and say that? What wild madness is this?”
“I…it was spontaneous, as love often is.”
“Uriel speaks true, bright ones.” The Stranger added. “There was no intent of corruption, despite all appearance.”
“You couldn’t control yourselves long enough to find someplace private?” Rafael insisted.
“I won’t make excuses, Rafael. We hadn’t touched in so long…but Gindo isn’t harmed by the experience. We should have shown more restraint, though.”
Uriel sighed. “I admit error also. Gindo offered us privacy, but passion made us move without thinking.”
Stranger observed the Gilded Ones closely, noting full battle armor and crowns. “Ramiel. Vedail, Beran, Rafael. Why are you fitted for battle?”
“By nature, you can’t be trusted. We do acknowledge your acts of good, however.”
“Which I intend to continue.”
“We know that. You also have morals that are ambiguous at best.”
“It was my behavior as well.” Uriel added pointedly. “We merely shared a quick moment. There was nothing crude or tasteless.”
“Your judgment was extremely poor, Uriel. It’s clear your soul isn’t cleansed of this taint.”
“Taint?! Since when is love-“
“Love with total lack of control, without thought or sense. Obsession and lust have no place in Heaven. We understand you loved in the past. That isn’t the issue.”
“But-“
“You gave in to base desire with no inclination of stopping. Am I speaking the truth?”
Uriel gazed at the Stranger sadly. “You may be right.”
Beran spoke up. “This isn’t about punishment or judgment, but cleansing. Punishment is neither required nor needed.”
“That would be a first.” The Stranger sniped.
“I suggest you contain yourself as well, Stranger. Your sins continue to mount, despite good deeds.”
“What else can you do? I’m already out of heaven.”
“Cast you into the final pit of lava, in chains of admantine.” A new voice stated. All heads turned. Coming out of the mists was Michael, his crown of swirling light indicating his generalship of the Gilded Host. He held smoking dark chains.
Uriel stared in alarm. “That is not required here, Michael.”
“You speak as a lover, Uriel. As such, your judgment can’t be trusted.” Michael glared at the Stranger. “Now be on your way, or your fate will take an unexpected turn.”
The Stranger stood defiantly as rage boiled his blood. “It’s not for the likes of you to decide, Michael. As usual, the Gilded Ones overreact to everything. I’m not invading Heaven nor am I engaged in some abomination. So away with you, and your ridiculous chains.”
“Your arrogance is unbelievable! The Presence himself has blessed these chains. Test the truth if you dare.”
The others encircled, drawing their weapons. Fiery blades, bows and mystic rope were all at the ready.
“This is madness.” Uriel couldn’t believe what was happening.
And still the Stranger was unmoved, staring Michael down. “Go bluster and bellow at some weak kneed cherub, fool. I’ve done nothing wrong. You seem to forget I know the final destiny of Hell. Find an idiot to play with and leave us be!”
“A plague on your twisted soul, Stranger. Abominations have occurred and are still occurring as we speak. That is for you to discover.”
Gindo was smiling. “I don’t understand all of this, but it certainly is exciting.”
Rafael shushed him. “This is not entertainment, young one. You witness an unrepentant soul that was once held in highest esteem.”
The Stranger nearly laughed. “You mean highest fear, Rafael. And it’s painfully clear I should remind everyone why.”
“You’re making this situation worse.”
“I did my heavenly charge and was shunned because of it. You were jealous and resentful because my terrible missions weren’t shared. Then I received fear and loathing because I did what had to be done. Now what? Doomsday threats? I’m the best in the business at that. So let’s match up blessings and see what happens!”
“Still crazed and a madman!” Beran drew his glass bow, aiming for the Stranger’s head. “Your soul must be purged and washed.”
“Drive him from the pathways.” Michael commanded, lifting his blade. “Force him back to earth. If he resists, we chain him.”
“I’ll drag you with me.” The Stranger snarled, fanning his black wings like jagged claws. A fearsome, long handled axe burned darkly in his hands. “Come get your victory and pay the price!”
“STOP.” Uriel blocked everyone. “Enough of this.”
“Don’t interfere, Uriel.” Michael still held his flaming blade high. “Although no specific punishment was called for, his arrogance must be chastised.”
“You enjoy this too much, Michael.”
“I but do my charge, Uriel. If you weren’t so smitten in passion you’d realize that.”
“At least he dares to show his passion, Michael.” The Stranger taunted. “Everyone doesn’t skulk on earth in mortal guise, fumbling about for love.”
The golden one was abashed. “You dare-“
“Deny it if you will. I pursued my mortal openly and without deception. For all your platitudes you never approach anything directly. Am I wrong in this?”
Rafael pulled up. “Is this true, Michael? You gained love on earth via deception?”
“He…he misconstrues the truth-“
Vedail also lowered his weapon. “Hold. I know of rumors regarding this. Some of the Harvest Host mentioned it on the Wheel. If false, we will speak no more of it.”
Ramiel watched Michael closely. “He can’t lie. His soul screams the truth.”
Michael was deflated. “It’s true, Gilded Ones. I…made a mistake.”
“Then we cannot take action against the Stranger.”
Gindo was disappointed. “I really wanted to see a fight! The Stranger looks amazing.”
“This is nothing to admire, silly child.” Rafael admonished. “Fallen Ones are not to be emulated in any way. You are too young for this excitement.”
The Stranger smiled at Gindo. “The Gilded Ones may be misguided, but they are always fair, little one. One day you and I will speak in your maturity. Then you will understand what happened here with greater clarity.”
The cherub brightened.“That’s great. I would like to do that.”
Stranger turned to face Michael next. “You realize I had no real intention of fighting.”
The golden one appeared surprised. “No?”
“Of course not. I merely wanted some truth for once, without the posturing and political nonsense.”
Michael chuckled. “Ironic. Well played, Stranger. Remind me never to play poker with you.”
Gindo was surprised. “You mean it was all a bluff?”
Stranger considered. “Well, I was angry. But really, what would we be warring about? That’s the kind of nonsense that escalated in Heaven eons ago. Politics and emotion.”
Uriel took his hand. “I never know what direction your soul will take.”
“Uriel, I don’t even know most of the time. It’s my curse of having a dual nature.”
Rafael nodded in satisfaction. “Truth is spoken all around. Uriel, I see no reason you can’t keep your charge with Gindo. However, you must accompany us to the Garden of Contemplation to balance your soul. I still sense the wild fever of your passion.”
“I understand fully.”
“And Stranger, go on your way. Once again you prove the avatar of both Light and Dark, Guidance and Destruction. Pray leave us now.”
The Stranger bowed slightly as a gesture of respect. “My once brothers in sphere and might. As always, I follow my heart and unique path. But understand that while Heaven is eternal, I yield to none. My mission is my choice, not a pledge.”
“This we know.” Michael replied. “You are cursed, but touched with grace as well. But a word of caution, Dark One. Should your true Destiny bear fruit, you will feel the wrath of the entire Host.”
There was a sudden flash of light. The Stranger returned to his normal appearance in cape and fedora.
“I run from no challenge, Michael. And I have a warning of my own. Should the Host try to strike me down, know that my axe will kiss all in turn. I will give bloody mountains as sacrifice and shred souls to oblivion.”
The Gilded Ones were appalled. Michael shook his head in dismay. “Many still speculate that you were always insane. There is great sickness inside.”
“Perhaps, in order to be what I am.” The Stranger went to Uriel and kissed briefly. “I will think softly of our time together.”
Uriel smiled gently. “As will I. You are insane, by the way.”
The cloaked immortal smiled back. “I’ve been called worse.”
()
The Stranger continued his silent trek on the universal pathways, sensing the Gilded Ones long in the distance. They hadn’t moved at all, but watched him go.
Irritating. What are they staring at?
He continued on until he could no longer sense them or see outlines.
()
From a fair distance, the Gilded Ones watched a swirling dark form blend into the mists.
“I am relieved to see him go.” Rafael admitted. “His soul is a spiral that twists both sacred and profane. A gaping wound of sickness and confusion.”
“It isn’t his fault, Rafael.” Michael admitted. “We’re all creatures of our essence. I saw his struggle to find haven among the Host long ago. And though he had lofty place, eventually his nature would prove troublesome. The Stranger can’t be blamed for being what he simply is. It’s bitter fate that puts us at odds now. I fear worse in the future, according to the Wheel.”
“I can’t bear this. Not after so long!” Uriel was agitated, still looking off into cloudy wisps of haze. Golden wings fluttered crazily.
“Be at peace, Uriel!” Beran held his wings still. “You must control yourself-“
“I should have gone with him!” the broad chest heaved in stress.
“No.” Michael was emphatic. “I’m sorry, Uriel. You must come with us and calm your soul. The Contemplation waters will cool the frenzy in your heart and give you clarity.”
Gindo was confused.“But I thought love was always good. They were happy, you should have seen it.”
Ramiel stroked tender wings. “There are many types of love, little one. It is powerful feeling, and can either heal or destroy, join or divide.”
“But what’s the difference?”
Gray eyes darkened like distant storm. “One kind is good for you, the other is good to you.”
The cherub thought that over. “I think I understand.”
“When you experience life more you’ll recognize both types of love.”
“What if it’s both?”
The handsome angel sighed. “Then it becomes problematic.”
Vedail put a comforting arm around the still distressed Uriel. “Come, brother. The Stranger’s fire will consume you at this rate. We can help.”
Uriel glanced back one more time. “I hope he can be healed someday.”
“Spoken like the true messenger of inspiration.”
()
After gaining more distance the Stranger sensed he was finally alone. And then he did something unusual even by his standards.

He sat down in the middle of nowhere on a gleaming pathway. Emotional exhaustion overwhelmed him, sapping all energy. Broad shoulders sagged wearily as his head hung low.

I feel almost depressed. It’s been so long…so long since I felt the true rapture of my kind. I’d almost forgotten how exhilarating it is. And now everything seems hollow in comparison. All I feel is crushing loss and emptiness. It isn’t rational, but true. We should never have embraced, Uriel. No doubt the Gilded Ones even now cleanse you of the fire. Perhaps its for the best, though. To burn endlessly without completion is a prescription for madness. And I know that better than anyone.
The Stranger never noticed light footsteps approaching, so engrossed he was in distress.
“This is quite unlike you.” A familiar, feminine voice sounded nearby.
Startled from his depression, the Stranger glanced up. Walking sinuously his way was Tala, Queen of Darkness. Luscious curves were clad in a dangerous, backless sarong of brightest orange. Rare gemstones decorated her neck and ears, complimenting masses of wild raven tresses.
The catlike eyes glowed. “I’m amazed I even found you. Normally you breach the pathways and bounce to another dimension immediately.”
Stranger covered his eyes, not looking up. “I’m not quite myself, Tala.”
“That seems obvious.” She stood over him, observing. “I’ve never known you to wallow in self pity.”
“It isn’t pity. I feel…burned out.”
Surprisingly, Tala crouched down to sit. “Yes, I saw your foolish exchange with the Gilded Ones.”
He stared hard at her, eyes sparking. “You saw all that?”
“I can conceal myself from practically anyone, including the haughty host.”
“Yes, I know. During the War you battled fiercely as any.”
Warmer than human hands traced broad shoulders. “And at your side. Something even Loethe can’t claim.”
“I’ve never forgotten that. What brings you here?”
“The future, dear Stranger. Our future.”
“We have no future, Tala. And I’m in no state of mind to argue about it.”
“What nonsense! You can’t experience the Rapture after so long without having ill effect.”
The Stranger frowned at her in puzzlement. “Explain.”
“In mortal terms, I liken it to a junkie coming down from a ‘high.’ The Rapture isn’t something you rashly jump into, especially after so long an absence. But impulsiveness is one of your qualities I adore. You’re merely crashing out right now, my dear. Given time, your soul will recover its equilibrium.”
“There’s wisdom in your words. I…allowed my feelings for Uriel to overtake sense.”
“Ever and always. But I know the flame that burns inside that stoic exterior. That is why you were cast out, not because you wouldn’t choose.”
Stranger played with her hair idly. “And you know this how, Tala?”
“Say what you will about those of the dark, but we have no illusions about ourselves. But you were different than the others, even then. The hosts knew eventually you would have to leave. Though heaven was your charge, your disposition wouldn’t let you stay.”
“I wasn’t the one instigating the rebellion, in case you’ve forgotten.”
Golden eyes sparkled. “No, but it hardly mattered in the overall scheme of things. Even had you chosen heaven and stayed, eventually they would cast you out. The Presence had contingency plans for everything. It was all Plan.”
The Stranger was bitter. “A setup. I suspected as much, particularly after the attack at citadel Fequadele.”
Tala sighed, leaning against him. “I generally don’t care about the past, my love. But it can reveal truths we may not wish to see. Have you ever wondered at being the best at what you did, yet still residing in heaven? Did that not seem contradictory?”
“Yes.” The Stranger admitted. “I was generally shunned, or accepted with great reluctance.”
“Even Morningstar, who later became the pre eminent ruler of the depths, was better received. Fate plays bitter tricks on us all.”
The big man sighed. “Sometimes I wonder if fate and destiny are predetermined, or if we can shape them to our own circumstance.”
“That’s something best debated by philosophers. In any case, brooding about it accomplishes nothing.”
“No, you’re right.” He smelled her musky, sweet skin. “I have to fight this surge of depression. I know it isn’t real, but-“
“Hush a moment, and just be still.” Tala cradled his head. He relaxed instantly against her. They stayed in that position for some time. Tala felt wetness against her breasts.
“Tears, Stranger? After so long?”
He wiped them away. “I’m just having a moment. But I begin to feel more like myself.”
“Did I not say so? Haven’t I always had a sense for your moods?”
“Yes.” He shifted, sitting up again. “It’s time to leave.”
Tala grasped his hand. “To BlackBriar, my love. New promises will be given!”
In alarm he stared at her. “You misunderstand, Tala. I’m returning to earth-“
“Ah, yes. To your pretty mortal pet in Gotham.”
“You know about Bruce?”
The Queen of Darkness laughed. “Certainly. I mark your trails with great interest, as always.”
The Stranger thought that over. “I have enough entanglements as it is, Tala. Still, you have my gratitude.”
“Gratitude?” she hissed in anger. “I get gratitude from servants and flunkies. A King should offer more.”
“Loethe is my Queen, Tala. You’ve never accepted that!!”
Tala held him down on the pathway. “Fool! A Queen based on deception and lies-“
“Unlike you?” the Stranger challenged, his eyes flaring brightly.
“Unlike me.” The goddess sneered. “And if I told you the book of Illut was wrong, what would you say?”
He stared up at her angrily. “I’d say you were a desperate liar.”
“Really? Then accept a false fate, fool. The book was tampered with long ago!”
Bright eyes blazed to solar flare. “You’re lying.”
“Ask those wrinkled old wretches who reside in the crags of Chaos. They know. Suffice to say someone with power and strength tore a page out. A page crucial to the prophecy.”
The Stranger fell into silent shock. “It can’t be. The prophecy is well underway!”
“Even Destiny gives several paths to a conclusion. But the true one has been distorted. Loethe knows this. So do I.”
The Stranger pushed clear. “I’ll have my answers, Tala. But isn’t some of this a moot point? Regardless of true or false, the Prophecy proceeds on course.”
“In more ways than you know.” Tala was cryptic. “Come with me to BlackBriar-“
He shook her. “If you had this information before you could have told me at any time. Why say something now?”
“Because it’s gone too far for my liking, especially after the Crescent moon fiasco at BluddWerkk. Even my patience has limits.”
Stranger shook her again, rattling her. “A plague on scheming women!”
“Ha! So you no longer love me?” Tala rolled him over on the pathway. “If not, I’ll leave.”
“Release me, Tala. This is my only warning.”
“Mmm. You’re so rough.” She crooned, clutching him. They engaged in a spirited wrestling match on the pathway.
“Have you…forgotten my strength, my love?” the dark goddess taunted as she groped and shoved.
“I trust…you haven’t forgotten mine.” The Stranger growled in response, pushing back.
“Bring it.” She purred in his ear as they rolled wildly.
“Wretch!” The Stranger held hot, lush flesh. Damn her. I can’t deal with this, not now…
He’d all but forgotten his Rapture with Uriel. A different, far darker fire now heated his loins. And Tala was there as she’d always been, a canker in his soul, an itch he could never scratch. Beautiful and treacherous. In blind hunger he crushed her close.
He’s mine! Molten kisses, hot and wet were the reward.
Stranger drowned in her touches and scent, all of it. The wild raven tresses were down and loose everywhere, raining like a curtain over them both. They clutched in frenzied abandon, reason fading with every moment. The Stranger lifted Tala on top, hiking her dress over her back. Dark flame exploded everywhere as he clutched her bare ass.
Oblivion wasn’t such a bad place to be after all…
()
Bruce got in late from a relatively uneventful patrol. Alfred greeted him down in the cave.
“I trust Gotham sleeps securely now?”
A kevlar gloved hand pulled back the cowl. “As well as it can sleep, Alfred. Me? I’m still pretty wired.”
The Brit watched the monitors. “You always were a night owl.”
“What time is it? My chronometer won’t stay calibrated for some reason.”
“Nearly three fifteen a.m.” Alfred paused. “Should I prepare a larger breakfast for later on?”
Bruce gave him a look. “If that’s your delicate way of asking if the Stranger will stay overnight, I have no idea. The only thing predictable about him is unpredictability.”
“Yes, his mission often takes erratic turns.”
Bruce snorted. “My dear angel is erratic, period. He’s got a lot on his plate and I never know when he’s going to pop in.”
“Young master, if I may be so bold. You’ve been with this gentleman for months, and I’ve never seen you happier. However, at times I get the impression the ‘bloom is off the rose’ so to speak. Is this so?”
Bruce dropped at the Cray station. “Your insight is sharp as ever, Alfred. I love him. There’s no doubt about that. But there are aspects of his life…let’s just say I’m afraid the roof will fall in one day.”
“You know I never pry. But I have sense enough to know that a celestial being must have a complex life. And possibly one you can’t reconcile.”
Bruce sighed. “Truer words were never spoken. I almost feel as if my relationship with The Stranger is a test.”
“You’re concerned that his true life will disrupt things here.”
“That circus show that drove up was minor. I never told you about his ‘family.’ “
“No.”
Bruce waved a gesture. “Well sit down. Have I got a story for you.”
()
They kissed lazily, surrounded by swirling mists and colored haze. Tala and The Stranger curled under folds of black cloak. Their other clothing was shredded over the pathways. Tala had grabbed the Stranger’s fedora and was wearing it.
“By the stars.” Her voice was husky and breathless. “I’d forgotten how hot we burn.”
“Perfection, Tala.” Silky baritone rumbled in her ear.
She crooked her face against his neck. “Come with me to BlackBriar, my King. Enough nonsense.”
“I am not-“
“You will discover the truth eventually. But now isn’t the time to debate.” Tala stretched languidly under the cloak.
The Stranger was sated and drowsy. “I feel like myself again. Both extremes have won out, giving my soul balance.”
Tala snuffed sleepily. “You and your infernal balance. The scales will tip again eventually.”
“Eventually.” The Stranger admitted. “But wonderful as this is, I can’t stay.”
Catlike amber eyes gazed into his own. “Do you want to leave?”
He couldn’t lie. “No.”
Moist lips captured his own. “Then stay.”
()

Godol pondered the vision he saw in his mystic crystal, shaking his head. The outcome would affect Hel for ages to come.

Father’s a damn fool. Always thinking with his oversized dick.
His thoughts were interrupted by a familiar voice. “Hail, prince of the realm.”
“Oxok? You bring me news?”
What appeared to be a tall green man nodded. He wore gray multilayered robes.
“Visitors, my Lord. Others of the Family are here, and say your presence is needed.”
“For what? I don’t feel like being disturbed today.”
“They weren’t specific, Prince. Apparently there is news of the Queen. While not urgent, it’s apparently important.”
Godol sighed, scratching his goatee. “Fine. I’ll meet them in my private library shortly.”
()
Alfred sat back in total shock. “My Lord. A demon family?”
“Now you know how I felt.”
A sigh. “I…have no advice to give here, young master. Normally I would say follow your heart, but…”
“But?”
“Will this lead to disaster? And what if your friend loses to his ‘other’ self? Where does that leave you?”
Bruce paced the cave. “He says he’d never harm me, and not to fear him. But I do, Alfred. It’s a bizarre mix of emotions I feel. Love and excitement. Fear and revulsion.”
“Revulsion?”
“At what his past holds. Deeds he can’t speak of . I fear finding out about some atrocity that will make me lose love.”
Alfred considered that. “But he doesn’t love you based on deception.”
“No. And I’m not afraid of him specifically. I can trust him with everything, yet still feel the fear.”
“Then all you can do is accept his love at face value, Bruce.” Alfred stared absently at computer screens. “Otherwise you’ll drive yourself mad with fear, both real and imagined.”
Bruce scrubbed his hair in frustration. “I just wish I knew where he was.”
()
The Stranger opened his eyes blearily, staring up into wildly colored mists. Tala was gone, as was all evidence of their lovemaking. She also returned his fedora.
He smiled to himself, sitting up. Typical Tala. She even dressed me. He stood up and glanced about at the winding pathways.
Keen eyes sensed a direction to turn. I need to find out the truth about the book of Illut. It’s time to visit the Old Ones.
Resolved in his thoughts, the Stranger turned west on the pathway that would take him to his destination.
()
The private library of Godol at castle BluddWerkk. A conference of siblings is taking place.
“What kind of idiocy is this, Godol?” Anduu folded his arms. “You show us a scene of father sleeping on the dimensional pathways? This is your critical information?”
Nuguri laughed from her seat. “I’d hardly call that a frightening discovery. Or even a useful one.”
Godol glared at his huge crystal. “This damn thing hasn’t been right since Rakka tried to eat it. It still has cracks.”
“Then get a new one.”
“It’s on order, sister. Now stop needling me.”
Bazura kept watching. “It’s clearly got some chronal displacement issues. Wait, the images shimmer and change!”
They all fell silent. The crystal revealed another scene with the Stranger and Tala locked in burning passion.
Serona snickered. “Do we need to see the whole movie?”
Anduu snorted at the images. “When the hell did this happen, anyway? And why now? Father’s no more devoted to Tala than he is our Queen.”
“Maybe not, but they’ve always had a thing. Tala’s been chasing him forever, and he can’t get her out of his system.”
“When you couple this with the other news…something is off here.”
Bazura was forming her suspicion. “Aye, Anduu. Let’s put it together, shall we?”
Godol expressed confusion. “Connect everything we’ve seen in the crystal?”
“If you’re referring to the scene with the Gilded Ones, no.” Bazura tapped the crystal. You know how father gets at times, putting his lips on everything. I’m more concerned with Tala. I’ve wondered at the timing of her actions since she crashed the castle recently.”
Anduu sipped his drink in thought. “All right, this is what we know. She appears out of nowhere with an appeal for her liver.”
“In order to regain her full power.” Bazura continued. “And now we discover she’s been with father, also out of nowhere. I don’t doubt she’s the one that tracked him down.”
Serona added her own input. “Compile this with the Crescent Moon phase.” She looked at the others in alarm. “Are you all following this?”
Bazura was angry. “Damn. A Queen for a Queen. Well played!”
Nuguri finally spoke. “The cryptic comments about the House of Loethe. There’s but one conclusion to draw!”
Godol disagreed.“She wouldn’t dare, Nuguri. It would mean war.”
“To achieve her goal, Tala will dare anything.” Nuguri was thinking. “We have to stop her somehow, but I don’t see it yet. All we have is suspicion, not proof.”
“Then we get the freaking proof.” Godol snapped.
Serona was nonplussed. “How? You plan on storming BlackBriar? Good luck with that.”
“We need a plan, not luck.” Anduu stated. “But first we have to share these suspicions with our Queen.”
()
The Stranger reached the end of his chosen pathway. After stepping through a portal, reality itself shifted and reformed. He stood in a dark valley filled with spiked red trees and black scrub bushes. A wide river sliced through the land, bubbling and thick like sludge. The air itself was sticky and wet with humidity. Glancing up he noted the familiar gray mountain peaks and jagged rock bridges. Soon he’d reach his goal. The skies were murky green with a blackish high ceiling. Screaming Avian demons circled high above, their beaks snapping in rage.
Stranger took no note of them. The Citadel should be nearby.
Looking every bit an inhabitant of the dark realm, the cloaked immortal walked imperiously through cloudy air, his form as wispy and shifting as the atmosphere itself.
His appearance didn’t go unnoticed. As he walked through a treacherous gorge, three figures suddenly appeared along the ledges.
Phantom Stranger, explain this visit.
The Stranger glanced up suddenly. “You surprise me, Old Ones. Don’t you have the comforts of a castle?”
Three ancient beings smiled and cackled, their voices like broken glass. Here in true Chaos, all is whatever it needs to be. This mountain face is currently our castle.
As if on cue, rough hewn rock thrones appeared around the ancients. They appeared to be old men, bald with enormous blue beards. Pale purple skin was deeply lined and creased, giving testament to their endless age. Their thin and hollow looking bodies were covered in rainbow robes. Scarlet red eyes glowed like hell itself.
“I will come up then so we can speak.”
The one with the longest beard replied first. “See brothers? Even after all this time the SoulReaver keeps his arrogance.”
The one in the middle was next. “True, Eon. See how he struts, fearless and unafraid, even in the bowels of the Black?”
“Arrogance has nothing to do with it. I’m here on a quest.”
“Then come up and chat a bit.” The one with the shortest beard answered, waving a gesture. A stone stepping path led up the crag.
The Stranger accepted their offer, walking up. “I realize my appearance is sudden-“
“We rarely get guests, SoulReaver.” The old one smiled. “And receiving a legendary one is a special treat. But though we know of each other, our paths have never truly crossed. So an introduction is in order. To my left is Eon. I am Epoch, and to my right is Era.”
Stranger nodded. “Please, call me the Phantom Stranger.”
“Or perhaps Tyfon? After all, you seek us out about the Book of Illut.”
The Stranger appeared surprised. “Your foresight is extensive.”
“Indeed, dark one. And know this: had you chosen long ago, your soul would have been ours.”
“You presume a great deal. Heaven did, and paid a heavy price.”
“As have you. We witnessed your insane battle from our deep realm. Though we knew the outcome, we were quite impressed.”
“I’m not insane, and I weary of everyone telling me so. I had no hope of defeating Heaven, I merely wanted to make a point. And I did.”
Eon burst out laughing. “Hurled into the ether like the rest. But your landing spot was a bit softer, eh?”
“Yes, earth. But about my visit-“
“The price of the information you seek is courtesy, and a secret. Be seated.” Eon gestured another rock throne.
“I don’t need a throne.”
“You have more than enough already.” Eon said cryptically. “Sit.”
With a heavy sigh, the Stranger sat. “Apparently I must parlay.”
“Our realm, our rules.” Epoch stated. “As stated before, we knew the outcome not only of your personal battle, but also The Great War. After all, we were the ones who forged the Pit that would later become Hell. We were the ones who forged the adamantine chains that will bind and burn all traitors at the end of time.”
The Stranger lowered his head, features in shadow. “I’d rather not discuss it.”
“No doubt. The shrieks and screams of your brethren echoed across the cosmos, shaking our realm to its foundation. But your voice was separate from the rest. A voice of madness and defiance.”
“Again with that.”
“Your unique soul requires balance because there is no dominance of either darkness or light, Hell nor Heaven.”
“I know this already, Old One. What’s your point?”
“The point is that because your soul is ambiguous, it is also purely chaotic. You yourself often speak of balancing the scales within.”
“Yes, enough already!” The Stranger grew impatient. “I’m not here for analysis-“
“But you never achieve true balance, do you? Thus, your soul swings from good to evil and back again. Chaos so sweet, so pure.”
“I’ll hear no more, ancients.” The Stranger was growing angry, eyes flaring under his hat.
Era cackled next. “Had we gotten you…then, at the point of your fall…you would have been our slave forever. And we would be avenged from light’s first curse at the dawn of time.”
The Stranger stood abruptly, crackling with power. “Babble! Tales I know of, nothing I need.”
“But you need it all, Stranger.” Epoch taunted. “Your mission and mortal lover for the light, and two Queens for the dark. Everything and nothing, rapture and oblivion-“
“Shut UP.” The Stranger bellowed, pointing a black gloved hand. “You talk and talk with no conclusion. What gives you the right to know my business?”
Eon was smug. “The fact that you seek us is permission alone. Your power is legendary, but even you should tread with care here.”
“You think this nothing realm of soup can hold me, old men?” The Stranger raged, seething out of control. “I battled every Host and cut them down! Smashed the Golden Gates, burned the Healing Waters, then split the Mount of Penance. Did the howling rebellion do the same?”
The Old Gods smiled, eyes lit with hunger. Yesss. And now the delusions end, the masks finally fall away! See your terrible glory, Stranger! See your true destiny.
“Idiots. Fools. Madmen!!” without thinking, The Stranger formed his black axe. “You waste my time with riddles and stupid talk. No more!”
The ancients threw their hands up defensively. “You can’t-”
Stranger lifted his axe high to swing. “Pathetic scum! I send you to the blackness of your own existence. Die now!!”
NO! the ancients cringed, cowering on their thrones.
“You first.” Stranger sliced high, cleaving Era in two. His pieces tumbled with a dull thud, blood spurting in a wide pool.
“Next!”smiling evilly, Stranger split Epoch head to crotch. Blood splattered thickly as the second ancient twitched and toppled, plopping over his kin.
Eon was running for his life along the crags. Stranger chased him, still unaware of his own transformation. His fiery black axe swung haphazardly, clipping rock walls with loud crack.
Manic laughter echoed in the canyon. “Come, Old One. Meet your fate with courage!”
Eon kept running, his bright robes trailing behind. “Away from me, wretch. You’ll not slay me as you did my brothers!”
“I’ll be quick. Now stop running and face me with some dignity.”
Eon’s mad rush led him to a dead end. The Old One was shaking against a polished rock face.
“Spare me, SoulReaver. The Book of Illut…I can tell you what you wish to know!”
The Stranger loomed his way. “I’d rather just kill you.”
“Then let it be done.” The Ancient fell to his knees, head low. Smiling wickedly, The Stranger lifted his axe high. But something made him pause.
Glancing at the polished stone he saw his reflection. For the first time in his immortal existence, he didn’t recognize himself. No longer the cloaked Phantom, he was once again the Dark SoulReaver. But there was a difference. His eyes were no longer visible under the shroud of his helmet, removing all expression and emotion. An aura of black flame darkened the very air around him, casting shadow in his wake. The horns were longer than he remembered, sleek and lethal.
What in creation is going on here? He wondered.
Eon took advantage of the moment, looking up slyly. “Slay me or I will punish you.”
“Silence old fool. Be grateful for another moment!” but his reflection stopped him again.
“Please kill me, Phantom Stranger. I’m old, and have lived too long.”
Stranger stood frozen over the Ancient, his body trembling in rage and confusion. The black axe lowered, then raised again.
“Something…is wrong here-“
“Feeling wild, are we?”
“I’ll destroy you.” The Stranger hissed, ready to swing once more. But that reflection…the dark thing he saw. Was that the one tossed from Heaven so long ago?
“Kill me, Dark One. Do it. It’s in your nature.” Eon crooned from his prone position.
“Nguh” Stranger sweated, battling his inner turmoil. Everything in him screamed for the kill, yet he wouldn’t. The Axe shook in his hands.
“Don’t fight it, Stranger. Be true to yourself for once.”
“I always fight it. You don’t understand me.” The Stranger fell to a knee in exhaustion, axe disappearing. “You didn’t win, Old One.”
“A pity.” Eon stood, his ‘fear’ suddenly gone. “It appears I am in your debt, and must give the information you need.”
“And your brothers?”
“They will recover in time.”
The Stranger observed his nearby reflection again. “I want to know what happened here. Why am I in this form against my will?”
“Walk with me, Doom.” Eon gestured. More avian demons shrieked above as they walked craggy pathways to the Valley.
“Explain.” The Stranger insisted, gaining more control with every step.
“Have you forgotten the nature of Chaos? It always crosses the will. Order on the other hand, is forged of will.”
“Indeed.”
“A great deal of your essence is of this realm, Stranger. It’s why you have such an affinity for Chaos, despite having a neutral soul.”
“I didn’t know this!”
“Also why others feel unease around you. Chaos creates turmoil and imbalance. Potential anarchy and lack of control. The unknown, which breeds fear.”
“Sometimes clarity eludes me, I admit.”
“Chaos never gives clarity, only confusion. Order gives clarity. ‘Tis why you’d eventually be thrown out of Heaven anyway, despite your charge. We Old Gods of Night knew this, and planned a capture at some point.”
The Stranger kicked a stone along the ledges. “I’d make a poor captive.”
Eon smiled weirdly, eyes bleeding red flame. “Oh? You were well on your way. Had you struck me down as well, you’d have been ours forever. And gladly so.”
“I think not.” Stranger withdrew his black aura, but the armor and bladed wings remained. “What madness is this? I still can’t reverse form.”
“Chaos burns too deeply within. Here, you cannot be ‘Phantom Stranger’. Didn’t you guess this realm pulls that out of you? You stand before me pure, in your truest form.”
Stranger put a hand to his head. “I sensed something inside being drawn out, but was too caught up in rage to care.”
“This isn’t just a dimension, Dark One. This is Chaos itself. Chaos calls to itself, and so-“
“You’ve made your point, Old One. Are we near your castle?”
“There, along the next mountain face. Cacophony stands in all its glory.”

”Where?”

“Observe.” The mists suddenly parted, revealing an ancient castle of iron on the horizon.
()
Stranger had to admit Cacophony had a mystic library that rivaled anything he’d ever seen. Ancient books with spells, incantations and tomes were everywhere. Eon pulled a thick purple book with green pages off a shelf.
“The Book of Illut.”
Stranger reacted with surprise. “You have it? How? Who was the original author?”
“Does it matter? You want answers, and here you will find them.”
()
After many hours reviewing the book of Illut, The Stranger was satisfied.
“So. It appears Tala told the truth about the tampering.”
Eon replaced the book to its shelf. “Yes. We’ve had it here for some time and forgot all about it.”
Eyes blank with black flame flared. “Liar. Ancients are all stinking liars when it comes to the Prophecy.”
“Don’t blame us fortw the drunken stupor that got you married. But it worked out well, eh? There’s benefits to having a juicy Queen. Or two.”
“I should pull your wrinkled tongue out by the root.”
Eon walked him to the main entrance made of skulls. They paused at molten gates, looking out into the Deep.
“Do you plan to confront Loethe about this?”
“I plan to surprise her with it. Not that its any of your business.” The Stranger rubbed his temples angrily.
Eon observed him. “Go, Dark One. Back to the dimensional pathways and your wild excesses. We observe from here with much delight.”
“I don’t doubt it, you old freak.”
“Headache getting worse? Control is difficult, yes?” thin lips licked. “I feel your dark need, beautiful one. Kill me as you will.”
Stranger eyed the ancient with disgust. “You won’t turn me into a raving madman again, Eon. I take my leave of this black soup.”
“For now. But know that at time’s end you will be our harbinger of Doom. Black chaos will again hold sway and the circle will close.”
“Never!”
“Even Heaven knows the light sprung from eternal darkness. Before the Silver City, there was Old Night.”
The Stranger walked away, turning into the gorge. “You’ve said enough, Old One. I’m no one’s servant.”
Eon watched him shrink in the distance with timeless eyes. “As you will, SoulReaver. Heaven’s loss is our gain. When the cycle ends as it must, we will make claim. Then will Chaos rule your soul forever.”
The aged DarkLord vanished into bleak mists.
()
Bruce returned from patrol rather early, hoping he’d see his Stranger. To his shock, he wasn’t disappointed. The dark immortal suddenly appeared near the shower stall. But his beloved companion looked…off.
Bruce stepped from the shower, toweling himself dry. “Hey, big guy. Wondered where you’ve been these last few days.”
The Stranger sat on the marble bench, his expression somber. “Hello, love.”
Keen blue eyes observed closely. “What’s wrong with you? You seem ‘down.’ “
“I’m sorry.”
“That’s a pretty cold greeting. Nothing else to say?”
The Stranger got up with a flourish and crushed his human close.
“Much better.” Bruce smiled against a smooth cheek.
“You feel wonderful.” Stranger kept hugging.
Bruce chuckled in amusement. “I’m getting your cloak wet.”
“I don’t care.” The Stranger smiled vaguely. “I’ve missed you these last few days.”
“Care to join me in the bedroom?”
“Need ask?”
Bruce took him by the hand. “Come on. Let’s see if we can break your bad mood.”
()
Their lovemaking was surprisingly gentle. It caught Bruce off balance. Usually after a few missing days his Stranger would have voracious appetites.
“I’m sorry about Cissy and Lynn, Bruce.” Emerald green eyes were sleepy.
Bruce tousled the Strangers’ hair playfully. “You couldn’t have known they would show up like that.”
“I’ll do my best to keep those surprise visits from happening. Shocking to think they’d follow me from the coast.”
“No harm no foul, my fine angel.” Bruce twirled a finger over soft nipples. “So what great adventures have you been on? Save any useful souls this time?”
A pause. “More personal than that, I’m afraid.”
“You’re closing up on me again.” Bruce lifted on an elbow. “I thought we were past that.”
The Stranger puckered up. “Can I have another kiss?”
“You’ll wait. Now tell me what happened.”
“All right.” Stranger sat up against the headboard. “Apparently I have two Queens, not one. The other wants to start a separate legacy. I visited an old lover from Heaven and was threatened by Michael and crew. I also met a young cherub who finds me admirable. Later on I travelled to Chaos and visited the Old Night Lords. They nearly enslaved me.”
“…”
“But other than that, it was a perfectly normal week.”
Bruce covered his eyes. “Alfred warned me.”
“It isn’t as bad as it seems, Bruce. My life often has strange turns few can comprehend.”
“Add me to that list. You’re too calm explaining all this, by the way.”
The Stranger shifted against warm skin. “Two days ago I was a raving lunatic, running through Chaos with my axe. I hacked up two of the Elders.”
Bruce stared in horror. “You…killed them? Why!”
“They are true immortals and not dead. I was under their influence at the time.”
“I’m not sure I want to know everything.”
“Make up your mind, Bruce.” The Stranger’s voice held an edge. “Either you want to know, or not. My love comes with a price. A price you said you had no problem with.”
Bruce drew himself up. “Maybe I spoke too quickly. I assumed I could handle it because of previous experiences. But with you it’s personal, so it’s harder to reconcile.”
Smooth lips brushed Bruce on the cheek. “Never doubt my love for you.”
Bruce lowered his eyes on hot lips. “You’re almost too complex to understand.”
A nuzzle. “I never lied. I told you before that I’m unknowable by nature. Even to myself, apparently.”
“What do you mean?”
“My visit to Chaos revealed something I didn’t know about myself. The unease I bring with me…I just accepted it without realizing the why.”
“The bad vibe thing, right?”
“Yes. Apparently a large portion of my essence is Chaos. And I have an affinity for that realm that I never knew. Ignorance of the fact was nearly my downfall.”
“So you’re saying you’re primarily chaotic?”
“With a neutral soul. I’d never felt so out of control in my existence.”
“This occurred there?”
The Stranger nodded, clearly disturbed. “I was overwhelmed, my thoughts clouded. The darkness in me ran wild, making me incapable of control or judgment. I was literally insane.”
Blue eyes narrowed. “But what snapped you out of that state? You were still in that dimension.”
“A fluke, Bruce. I stood over the last Old Lord with my axe raised, ready to finish him off. Gladly. But I saw my reflection and paused. I grew confused at my appearance-“
“What about it?”
“Rage and disorder blinded me. I’d transformed into my true form without even realizing it. But then it got worse.”
Bruce remembered seeing the SoulReaver. “How worse?”
Sheets of black flame burned from my body. The very air around me was dark, and I cast shadow everywhere. I couldn’t even see my own eyes! They disappeared into blackness.”
Bruce stared, feeling cold all of a sudden. What can I tell him? “Are you certain this didn’t happen before?”
“That’s just it, Bruce. I don’t know. There’s my memory, and there’s the reality. But I didn’t snap out of it until confusion interfered with the mania. The Old Lords taunted me to ‘murder’ them on purpose, making me a slave to Chaos forever.”
“So it was a snare.” Bruce felt a little better.
The Stranger nodded. “Well crafted, and it nearly succeeded.”
Bruce held the handsome face tenderly. “You found the strength to turn away, Fox. That’s all that matters.”
But the Stranger was subdued. “This time I was fortunate, love. But the words of Eon were sobering.”
“One of the Lords?”
“The only one I didn’t cut down. He said that at the end of time I would be their champion and bring Doom. Night would once again rule, defeating Light.”
“The Prophecy!” Blue eyes were lit. “I’ve read my Genesis, Fox. That has to be it.”
“Not the one I went to seek answers on.”
“Now I’m confused.”
“You aren’t the only one. The Prophecy I knew of involved Kingdom and Crown, not a return to Primal Darkness.”
Bruce pondered that. “Maybe your information was incomplete.”
“I suspect you may be right. Or the Prophecy has stages, one preceding the other.”
They were both silent a moment. “What are you going to do?” Bruce finally asked.
“First I confront Loethe with what I know. Then-“
The huge bedroom suddenly filled with a bright glow. Bruce sat up abruptly.
“Not again! If this is your family, Stranger…”
“Hello.” A short young man with red hair appeared suddenly. Sparkling orange mist surrounded his form. He was dressed casually in t shirt and jeans.
Bruce could feel the difference in this visit from the others. “You’re not a demon.” He concluded.
The open features smiled. “Oh, that’s just silly.” Violet eyes shifted. “Hello, SoulReaver. Or should I call you Stranger here?”
The Stranger edged next to Bruce. “Gindo? What brings you here?”
Bruce glanced at his lover in shock. “Is he…another one of your children?”
”No. I met Gindo recently on the dimensional pathways.”
“Your place is very nice, Mr. Wayne.” Gindo moved about the room. “I did research on all your exploits. You’re quite interesting.”
“Thank you, but once again my private life is intruded on.”
The bright eyes were wide. “Oh, I apologize for that. I didn’t want to embarrass you.”
“But why have you come?” the Stranger wanted to know. “Do the Gilded Ones know you’re here on earth?”
“Gilded Ones!” Bruce blurted. “You mean, he’s-“
“One of the young chiri, love. So, Gindo. Are you wandering or did you get permission?”
The young man sat in a soft chair. “I begged the others to let me visit you and see earth up close.”
“Uriel approved?”
Gindo nodded with enthusiasm. “Yes. He says you have special knowledge and insight.”
“He’s probably the only one.” The Stranger was gloomy.
“No, Michael agreed.”
“You mean…the Michael?” Bruce wondered.
Gindo cocked his head askew. “Well, he’s the only one I know of.”
“That isn’t how I meant it, Gindo-“
The Stranger touched Bruce on the arm. “He’s young.”
“I have something from Gabriel to give you.” Gindo approached the bed suddenly, holding out his hand. Something sparkled on his palm.
The Stranger took it gently and lowered his head. A suspicious tear fell down his cheek.
“Fox, what is it?” Bruce was curious at the reaction.
“It’s…a crystal from the Valley of Serenity. It lies above Purgatory but below Heaven. Crystals from the Valley are for healing and peace.”
“Don’t be sad.” Gindo hugged the Stranger. “It’s said the Crystals can mend the darkest of hearts.”
“I…thank Gabriel for me.” The Stranger was muffled against the young cherub.
“He knows. Uriel picked the color to match your eyes.”
The Stranger pulled up, smiling. “Still a romantic. He never gives up.”
“Your old lover?” Bruce was terse.
“Eons ago, my Knight. Nothing you need be concerned about.”
“Can I see the crystal?”
“Of course.” Stranger handed it over. Bruce turned it over in his palm. The Stone was stunning, with many facets in multiple shades of green.
“Beautiful and complex. Like you, Fox.”
Gindo smiled at the two of them. “I like you together. Can I stay awhile?”
Bruce smiled back at the young cherub. He found the openness and innocence refreshing.
“My mansion is more than large enough, Gindo. I may have to call the Manor “Angel Hotel.”
“That’s pretty funny! Hopefully I’ll get to meet your family.”
“You will.” Bruce leaned back against his Stranger. “Tell you what, Gindo. I have a butler-“
“Who’s like a father to you. Alfred Pennington. I know all about him, too!”
Bruce glanced at the Stranger, who grinned. “Yes. Well then, you probably know your way about the mansion. Why not introduce yourself to him now? I’m sure he’ll get a kick out of it.”
Violet eyes were bright. “Really? Sounds fun. I’m a bit hungry, though. Have you any rainbow ambrosia, or subtle blue wine?”
The Stranger smiled “Gindo, this is earth. They don’t have that here. Ask him about the spaghetti and salad instead.”
The young man considered. “Sounds good. I’ll go visit him next, and see the two of you later. Go ahead and finish your love, I’m in no hurry.”
Bruce coughed. “Ah…yes.”
When the young cherub didn’t move, Bruce frowned in confusion.
“What are you waiting for?”
Gindo kept watching. “Oh. Does it take more time with mortals? I thought we could go down for dinner together.”
Stranger indicated the door. “Go on. It’s different with their kind.”
“I was wondering, since you and Uriel were so beautiful when-“
“Go on.” Stranger waved impatiently, cutting him off. “We require privacy.”
“I understand.” Gindo started to fade.
“No, walk down. Mortals don’t like it when you pop in on them.”
The bright head nodded. “Very well.” He exited through walnut doors.
()
Bruce laughed out loud. “I like him. He’s like a child.”
“He is a child.” Stranger sank into the blankets.
Bruce stopped laughing and glared down. “Now what’s this about Uriel?”
“Nothing.”
“You’re lying. Something happened recently.”
Stranger sighed, his head against a pillow. “Please don’t be angry.”
“Translation, there’s still something between you and Uriel.”
“I…we…” The Stranger halted. “We embraced after so long apart. It was spontaneous, not planned. The Gilded Ones arrived right away and interrupted.”
Icy blue eyes were points. “You’re not telling me all of it.”
“Gindo watched us and misunderstood, because he’s young and doesn’t understand different aspects of love.”
Bruce blinked. “You mean…he watched the two of you? But I thought-“
“That angels were ‘pure’and without vices? Not true, all have compulsions and desires. But most in heaven are able to put devotion first. Those that can’t…well, let’s just say they have problems.”
Bruce slid down, suspicious. “Your answer is too smooth, Fox.”
“There’s no affair, love. I hadn’t even seen Uriel in over twenty thousand years. Hardly the stuff infidelity is made of. And our meeting was completely random.”
“My God. I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to your complexities and relationships.”
“Shh. Come here, beautiful Knight.” The Stranger snaked his arms around Bruce, pulling him under. The air filled with spice and hot musk, dazzling all sense. A kiss of sweetest honey halted all protest. Bruce sighed in pleasure as pure bliss wrecked his senses.
A small part of his brain warned of trouble on the horizon. But for now, he didn’t care.
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