BENE-HA-ELOHIM (THE CHILDREN OF GOD) An Elena Duran-Corazon Negro Story 1/15 by Julio Cesar divad72@prodigy.net.mx THE AWAKENING "And there came one of the seven angels which had the seven vials And talked with me, saying unto me 'Come hither, I will shew unto thee The judgment of the great whore that sitteth upon many waters, With whom the kings of the earth have committed fornication, And the inhabitants of the earth have been made drunk With the wine of her fornication'." Revelations 17:1,2 The Revelation of Saint John the Divine He was dreaming, and the sky around him was the color of blood. The color of Lilitu's hair. Waltzing through the heavens, he was a Dancer in the storm. He knew he was far from his enemy, and yet she was so close, though her outer body remained captive deep in the earth, but not for long, not anymore. Instinctly, he searched for her fundamental nature, her evil spirit and her unholy essence with his new Power, his new magic, as a sign of life where he knew he would find none. For thirteen millennia she had done as she pleased, and no Immortal had found what they needed to destroy her. Until now. He had passed through a door in reality, his body left behind him like some discarded cloak in order to fight against her. He was an astronaut of his psyche, naked and free from gravity, earthly and otherwise, string walking to the edge of the world and staring off into the universe. And yet, all his efforts in the past had been in vain. He'd come here long ago walking through the great eternal night of the Immortals; the everlasting hours of darkness, starless, cold and silent like a slave at first, like a master at the present. But right now, he just could feel the pull of the void around him, the depth of the abyss of the Spiral of Time. Then he saw a light in the distance. It was a speck that increased in brightness and size as he approached it. The calming voices of the Dream told him that everything was alright, that he was safe for now, release and trust inside the light that counseled him and consoled him. He looked to the beacon and it blinded his eyes. It was so bright that he began to burn. The luminosity made his soul what the sun made to his flesh every morning. It made him feel alive. He was not afraid. Not for a long time ago had he let fear rule him as it did before in his youth a thousand years ago. Now he was more than a warrior, more than an Aztec. Now he was a Dancer, he was the new Dreamer. But then, Lilitu's laugh resounded all around. "I'm coming," she hissed from the darkness. "I'm waiting," Corazon Negro whispered into the light. ======== Paris March 20, 2013 Corazon Negro awoke. He sat up in the bed, thinking, and tried to unsnarl a knot in his long black hair. He sighed. Something was happening. He knew it. The Spiral of Time was telling him that all his years of training were over. The time was upon him. Soon enough, he would know if all the previous pain and suffering had been in vain or not. Besides him, Elena Duran, whom he called Curi-Rayen, was sleeping. For a moment he soothingly caressed soothingly her black hair. For now they were safe, but he knew it wouldn't be for long. He closed his eyes, trying to understand, trying to feel the world beyond their hotel room. From behind him, Elena gently touched his shoulder. "Bad dream?" she asked him in a soft voice. He smiled. "You know me well, my love," Corazon Negro answered her, caressing her face. "You should go back to sleep." "You know me too-you woke me when you moved, and I can't sleep if you're awake," she said, bringing her legs over so she was sitting beside him. She put her arms around him, squeezing possessively, feeling his strong body. After Corazon Negro went for her in that convent in Peru, they had spent some time just traveling, trying to forget the Game and their Immortal lives. Just living their love far away from the world as they had so many centuries before. Enjoying an unusual peace, their own private dream. "Do not worry," she whispered him kissing his cheek with her familiar move. "I'm sure everything is going to be just fine." Corazon Negro turned his face and watched her for a long moment. She was his lost love-he'd traveled an eternity to find her, risked his life, lost hard-won time needed sorely for his fight against Lilitu, time he couldn't really afford to throw away on personal and privates desires. But he loved her, and he had no regrets. Impulsively, he embraced her and kissed her. She too, was flooded with emotion all at once-back to the real world, not anymore inside a convent, the handsome warrior filling her arms, snatching her from the teeth of the void. She felt overwhelmed. Unable to move, even to speak, they held each other tightly; her only eye closed against all the sordid realities that would come rushing in soon enough. Tears filled her eye. "We'll make it," Elena whispered. Corazon Negro pulled away and looked at her. He could see her eye glimmer in the weak light coming from the window, and he didn't want to turn on the light and break the mood, even though he knew that one look in her beautiful gray eye banished all his fear, his rage, his doubt. Instead, he kissed her again slowly. Her mouth tasted like ripe strawberries. "I love you," he whispered. "I know," she answered with her mouth still close to his. They gazed at each other, their eyes darting from their mouths to their eyes, constantly, dancing like two lovers. They always slept naked, and many times their mutual desire was too much and they didn't get much sleep at all. Elena broke the charm. "You're worried about Lilitu, right?" she said, getting up from the bed. Before she could move too far, he grabbed her arm and turned her toward him. He could see her eye more clearly now, and it was burning with desire. "No. Frankly, right now, I don't care." he said softly, devouring her body with his eyes. "Then, make love to me," she whispered, sitting back down, on his bare lap this time, and biting his neck. Inflamed, he pushed her down onto the bed and lay on her, hovering on his elbows so as not to crush her with his full weight. But it was no use; she pulled him down on top of her as she always did and he found himself rising up on his arms, arching his back and grinding his hardening manhood against her pelvis. She shuddered under him. "You're like a pillar of stone," she said, smiling in satisfaction. "My own private tronco de yuca," she whispered in his ear when he'd let her mouth go. She planted her feet on the bed and raised her hips, angling them to meet his. Corazon Negro trembled with desire. "Curi-Rayen," he murmured, his breath so entwined with hers he couldn't tell where his left off and hers began. "You know when you do that..." "I know," she answered, softly biting his lower lip. "Make love to me now. Right now." Nodding, Corazon Negro raised his hips, positioned himself, and with long familiarity, plunged into her warm depths, feeling her sigh of satisfaction down the whole front of his body. "!Asi mismo, mi vida!" she exclaimed. And he gave her exactly what she'd asked for. Two hours later, the fire in their bodies was replaced by serenity, and they finally were willing to talk again. "I want to go for a walk. Could we go out for coffee? Like a pair of honeymooners. What do you say?" Elena asked him with a sigh as she caressed his long hair. Corazon Negro smiled. "Anything you wish, my love. Your wish is my command." For now, they intended to live just for them. Even when deep within their souls, they knew better.