The results of his long-term plan were coming together far better than he had imagined.
Watching the guitarist that had wowed the L.A. music scene and the Fae blood of his benefactoress and her youngest daughter and their family now struggle with a form he was unused to was precious indeed. Of course, the lad was shocked. Who wouldn't be? To wake up and find that you'd changed into a form that you had never known before and not sure how to get out again? Ah, the beginning lessons of those who were born with the ability to shapeshift always amused him - whether or not they could assume the forms that he could, it made no difference. It almost made him feel as if he might be able to laugh.
Who would have suspected that the seed he planted a little more than two decades ago in the Canadian wilderness would turn out so well? he wondered. Melek found himself wishing for a bit of cognac. It would be the perfect thing, even at this hour, especially since he was so very pleased with himself at this moment. If the Celestial had been either his form of a peacock or a dragon, he would have been sorely tempted to preen himself and strut with great pride. None of his brothers, not Azazeal, Amenadeil, or even his his elder brother, Lucifer, had any idea of what he had been planning all of this time.
Oh, yes. Azz definitely most definitely been scattering his seed in as many young witches as he could possibly impress. One or two actually came to term before Dee and his progeny quickly snuffed them out. The Peacock Angel would have liked to have claimed to feel sorry for his brother Azazeal, but in truth, his brother’s failures amused him more than anything else.
Melek on the other hand, had been choosy and enjoyed taking his time. Yes, there were witches in his past, but he had watched more closely than all the rest. Therese Adams had been a beautiful and sensitive young woman. Not only did her beauty capture and hold the Angel’s attention, but she was also known to be compassionate, kind, and above all, curious about the world around her. She had not been afraid of the legends of the Mohawk people which warned about lake serpents that tipped over boats and ate the warriors inside. Even if he had done such things on occasion, he would never imagine doing something so terrible to Therese. She was far too interesting. She would come to the water’s edge and sing the songs in her head and told the lake and the land often how much that she loved it and expressed her gratitude for being born and able to live in such a place. Such a quality made her an irresistible prize to him.
Over the weeks he would listen to her songs. Weeks passed into months until finally, he resolved that he would approach her in his dragonadae form. If she did not flee from him, he would transform into that of a man. As he expected. Therese, for her part, did not run from him but rather reached out to touch his blue-green and violet scales and had looked up into his eyes with wonder.
“How can anything so beautiful be terrible?” she had asked aloud.
Therese’s words pricked in him now - as if that were even possible.
Again, the young woman did not run away but instead offered him a smile and her hand. He had made no enchantment so that he could approach her. What she gave him in those moments were choices that were all her own. Even when he revealed his true self to her, she had not been afraid. Even when she gave herself to him completely, her dark eyes had looked up at him with adoring trust.
It was almost heartbreaking when he told her that the Yazidi People who lived in the mountains far across the ocean had summoned him and he had no choice but to come. He assured, her, however, that he would dream of her often while he was away, and vowed to return when he could.
That was not how it happened, however. He kept putting it off again and again until almost a year later when he returned to the lake. Therese, who had been with child, traveled to the other side of the country to a gathering of the First Peoples of the Americas. There she had met David Two Horses and the two were married in short order. The man did not care about the circumstances surrounding her pregnancy.
Melek was grateful to David Two Horses for having taken care of Therese and her unborn child. He asked her no questions and accepted the boy as his own. Even as he watched from far away, he could see that his son would have both his mother’s beauty and his own. That would serve his ends in time.
It was near torture for Melek to keep his plans all to himself. He had wheedled and manipulated his way into the Unseelie Court. It almost felt a bit dishonest to have seduced and loved Amarante and became a member of Faelyn’s inner court. He knew that with Caroline, his cause would be for naught. She loved the Immortal Spartan and that, as they say, was that. She was far too innocent and loving for his tastes anyway.
But Jocelyn, ah Jocelyn! She so closely resembled her Halfling mother when she was younger that it was almost frightening.
What was even more delicious as he watched the affections between his son and Jocelyn growing that he had sensed his brother Azazeal sniffing around the girl ever since she was a babe in her crib. True to form, the Grigori had been carefully watching and overseeing her development as a child, and it was clear, at least to Melek’s mind, that his brother had every intention of eventually seducing the girl when the time was exactly right. More power to him if he could actually accomplish it. Certainly, Faelyn had not played a witting role in his brother’s plans other than snatching her long-dead husband from the Realm of the Dead and eventually give birth to Jocelyn. What was most interesting was that the girl’s father was of even older Fae blood than his Fae wife.
Could either he or his brother be blamed if both daughters both carried more Fae blood in their veins than either of their parents? That increased bloodline made them more desirable in terms of cementing plans that were bigger than themselves. What was clear to Melek Taus was that Azazeal in aiding Faelyn to bring her husband back was not out of a sense of charity or even a favor from their long-established friendship. Rather it was precisely the kind of Celestial plot that he himself had been making.
And now, the child he had given Therese was a man, and was finally coming face to face with who he was in the form of a Dragon. As Melek allowed himself to be seen, and the now-golden eyes narrowed.
"Who are you?" The large creature spoke with Jimmy's voice.
"I think you know already," Melek said as he took a few steps forward to stand before his son.
The realization that dawned on the face of Jimmy-Who-Who-Was-Now-A-Dragon almost caused Melek's chest to puff up in pride.
"You!" Jimmy said, "I know you!"
"Yes, you do."
"What the hell are you doing here? How did you get here?" Jimmy's questions blurted out quickly one after the other.
"I've been watching for a while, Jimmy," Melek shrugged. Then his voice was more amicable. "You really do look like your mother, you know. She was beautiful and talented. But now it seems as if you're a little.....stuck."
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Revelation
Date: 2021-07-30 11:07 pm (UTC)Watching the guitarist that had wowed the L.A. music scene and the Fae blood of his benefactoress and her youngest daughter and their family now struggle with a form he was unused to was precious indeed. Of course, the lad was shocked. Who wouldn't be? To wake up and find that you'd changed into a form that you had never known before and not sure how to get out again? Ah, the beginning lessons of those who were born with the ability to shapeshift always amused him - whether or not they could assume the forms that he could, it made no difference. It almost made him feel as if he might be able to laugh.
Who would have suspected that the seed he planted a little more than two decades ago in the Canadian wilderness would turn out so well? he wondered. Melek found himself wishing for a bit of cognac. It would be the perfect thing, even at this hour, especially since he was so very pleased with himself at this moment. If the Celestial had been either his form of a peacock or a dragon, he would have been sorely tempted to preen himself and strut with great pride. None of his brothers, not Azazeal, Amenadeil, or even his his elder brother, Lucifer, had any idea of what he had been planning all of this time.
Oh, yes. Azz definitely most definitely been scattering his seed in as many young witches as he could possibly impress. One or two actually came to term before Dee and his progeny quickly snuffed them out. The Peacock Angel would have liked to have claimed to feel sorry for his brother Azazeal, but in truth, his brother’s failures amused him more than anything else.
Melek on the other hand, had been choosy and enjoyed taking his time. Yes, there were witches in his past, but he had watched more closely than all the rest. Therese Adams had been a beautiful and sensitive young woman. Not only did her beauty capture and hold the Angel’s attention, but she was also known to be compassionate, kind, and above all, curious about the world around her. She had not been afraid of the legends of the Mohawk people which warned about lake serpents that tipped over boats and ate the warriors inside. Even if he had done such things on occasion, he would never imagine doing something so terrible to Therese. She was far too interesting. She would come to the water’s edge and sing the songs in her head and told the lake and the land often how much that she loved it and expressed her gratitude for being born and able to live in such a place. Such a quality made her an irresistible prize to him.
Over the weeks he would listen to her songs. Weeks passed into months until finally, he resolved that he would approach her in his dragonadae form. If she did not flee from him, he would transform into that of a man. As he expected. Therese, for her part, did not run from him but rather reached out to touch his blue-green and violet scales and had looked up into his eyes with wonder.
“How can anything so beautiful be terrible?” she had asked aloud.
Therese’s words pricked in him now - as if that were even possible.
Again, the young woman did not run away but instead offered him a smile and her hand. He had made no enchantment so that he could approach her. What she gave him in those moments were choices that were all her own. Even when he revealed his true self to her, she had not been afraid. Even when she gave herself to him completely, her dark eyes had looked up at him with adoring trust.
It was almost heartbreaking when he told her that the Yazidi People who lived in the mountains far across the ocean had summoned him and he had no choice but to come. He assured, her, however, that he would dream of her often while he was away, and vowed to return when he could.
That was not how it happened, however. He kept putting it off again and again until almost a year later when he returned to the lake. Therese, who had been with child, traveled to the other side of the country to a gathering of the First Peoples of the Americas. There she had met David Two Horses and the two were married in short order. The man did not care about the circumstances surrounding her pregnancy.
Melek was grateful to David Two Horses for having taken care of Therese and her unborn child. He asked her no questions and accepted the boy as his own. Even as he watched from far away, he could see that his son would have both his mother’s beauty and his own. That would serve his ends in time.
It was near torture for Melek to keep his plans all to himself. He had wheedled and manipulated his way into the Unseelie Court. It almost felt a bit dishonest to have seduced and loved Amarante and became a member of Faelyn’s inner court. He knew that with Caroline, his cause would be for naught. She loved the Immortal Spartan and that, as they say, was that. She was far too innocent and loving for his tastes anyway.
But Jocelyn, ah Jocelyn! She so closely resembled her Halfling mother when she was younger that it was almost frightening.
What was even more delicious as he watched the affections between his son and Jocelyn growing that he had sensed his brother Azazeal sniffing around the girl ever since she was a babe in her crib. True to form, the Grigori had been carefully watching and overseeing her development as a child, and it was clear, at least to Melek’s mind, that his brother had every intention of eventually seducing the girl when the time was exactly right. More power to him if he could actually accomplish it. Certainly, Faelyn had not played a witting role in his brother’s plans other than snatching her long-dead husband from the Realm of the Dead and eventually give birth to Jocelyn. What was most interesting was that the girl’s father was of even older Fae blood than his Fae wife.
Could either he or his brother be blamed if both daughters both carried more Fae blood in their veins than either of their parents? That increased bloodline made them more desirable in terms of cementing plans that were bigger than themselves. What was clear to Melek Taus was that Azazeal in aiding Faelyn to bring her husband back was not out of a sense of charity or even a favor from their long-established friendship. Rather it was precisely the kind of Celestial plot that he himself had been making.
And now, the child he had given Therese was a man, and was finally coming face to face with who he was in the form of a Dragon. As Melek allowed himself to be seen, and the now-golden eyes narrowed.
"Who are you?" The large creature spoke with Jimmy's voice.
"I think you know already," Melek said as he took a few steps forward to stand before his son.
The realization that dawned on the face of Jimmy-Who-Who-Was-Now-A-Dragon almost caused Melek's chest to puff up in pride.
"You!" Jimmy said, "I know you!"
"Yes, you do."
"What the hell are you doing here? How did you get here?" Jimmy's questions blurted out quickly one after the other.
"I've been watching for a while, Jimmy," Melek shrugged. Then his voice was more amicable. "You really do look like your mother, you know. She was beautiful and talented. But now it seems as if you're a little.....stuck."