For several weeks now I have been trying to access the Warring Fields of Geburah in an attempt to retrieve [the dream version of] my wand from the Path of Teth. Each time I entered the fields, I am quickly ejected by a series of fists greeting my face.
Not this time.
I ducked the greeting fist and managed to catch the second only because I noticed the initial actions were always the same. A right hand hook from just off my right. If that didn’t knock me out, then a kidney punch from the second soldier behind me would incapacitate me.
I ducked under and inside the first punch, allowing me to spin in place to kneecap the first soldier and get prepared for the second.
The first soldier went down far too quick but I didn’t have much time to dwell on the implications. The second soldier had already adjusted his strike and was now aiming for my face.
It took both hands to catch his momentum.
He looked at the capture with a curious face. This was not supposed to happen and he had no quick answer, physical or verbal.
“Soldier.” His attention turned to my face. Completely impassive. “Did I come in the wrong door?”
“… No. You are authorized entry via this manner.” The ambient sound fell into itself as other soldiers were taking up positions around us. I could not see them, but I could tell from the unusually soft noises that they were trying not to be heard. One major ass whipping is about to start.
He did not try to pull his hand back, nor did I let go. I forced my wings to materialize and altered them into feathered arms and hands. It was hard not to smile because the action meant I now had more toys to use. Reminding myself that the legions of Geburah can adapt far quicker than I can helped muffle the smirk.
“I would like to speak to your commander. Where is he that I may present myself?”
The background noise ceased entirely. My ears popped as a sudden mass materialized behind me with a muffling whump. Somethings grabbed my feathered arms and pulled them sharply down. As I barked in surprise and pain, two massive arms wrapped around my neck and head, almost decapitating me from the flexing of the muscles alone.
Checkmate.
“Right here.”
I released the fist of the second soldier. He stood and saluted the giant gripping me before taking his place in the tight circle of soldiers around us. The commander kept his grip on me and lifted slightly. I wound up standing precariously on my toes to keep from hanging myself.
“Good evening, Commander. I would like permission to travel through your realm so that I may step onto the Path of Teth. There is a personal object that has been placed there, and I must retrieve it. I have already applied for entry via Chesed, and denied. If this is not the proper protocol for this request and venture, may I know what is?”
I kept my voice a little brighter than neutral and full of the assumption that I would be released.
I had no expectation I would.
His arms did not move.
Feeling his voice was like being strapped to a stadium speaker. All vibration and little perceived sound.
“This is the proper protocol. I am well aware of your intent and destination. But you will not be allowed to pass until you have obtained the proper authorization.”
… WHAT THE FLYING FUCK LET ME PASS YOU SUNNAVABITCH! GOD FUCKING HELP ME I’M GOING TO HULK THE FUCK OUT AND GO FULL ON BERSERKER MODE ON YOUR ASS SO HARD ODIN IS GOING TO GIVE ME A FUCKING MEDAL!
I didn’t say that and hoped I didn’t think it too loud.
“From whom shall I obtain the proper authorization?”
“The lord of the Path of Teth.”
Are you fucking kidding me? “I did not require such authorization for the Path of Cheth.”
“Different path.”
Oh. Makes sense. Each angel does things differently, after all. I mean, look at all I had to go through to meet Asmodel, and that was with a damn summons from him!
He flexed and nearly choked me in response. “Have you any further questions for me?”
I really wanted a fight. I could use a fight. My gratuitous violence nerve was itching again, and here was a place where I could scratch that itch without lasting damage to them or me. I think. But…
Being responsible is such a drag at times.
“No, Commander. I have no further questions for you. Thank you for your audience.”
“You are welcome. Dismissed.”
He snapped my neck and I jerked awake in my bed, coughing.
Someone once told me that nothing worth doing is ever going to be simple. Fuck that guy.
More homework for me. I think I’d rather have Socheniel babysitting my ass again. ~tired sigh~