Vesper held tightly to Samir as the young looking man walked with her in his arms up the many staircases of the spa. She thought he would take her to her room, but then she remembered that it was currently a wreck. Mr. Hughes had smashed down her door. For a moment, she worried about where her kittens were, but knew that someone from the staff would have checked on them by now. She knew that the two little troublemakers had several fans among the people that worked at the spa. She thought maybe they were going to a spare room, but he never entered one. Instead, they continued up the stairs until they exited out onto the roof top, and he walked with her over to the mattress that was in the middle of the finished roof. He laid her carefully onto it and then stepped back to look at the angel who had quietly followed them upstairs.
"I won't be needing you anymore, Samir. You may go back down. Please help the men who are fixing the door to Vesper's room. They will appreciate the assistance." Mr. Hughes sounded upset, and she was sure she was the cause of it, but didn't really care.
She frowned as she watched Samir look from Mr. Hughes, to her, and then back again before he finally let out a frustrated sigh and then he turned and walked away from them. Vesper looked at the man standing about six feet from the bed.
"I don't understand why you're upset with me." She said in a sigh, crossing her legs under her as she faced him, she was still very weak, but thankful that her body was just numb and not shooting her with darts of fiery pain.
"You didn't let me explain." He told her flatly.
"I don't want an explanation, I don't need one. What you did was wrong." She shook her head, she really didn't want to go through all of this again, she was exhausted from what he'd put her through today.
"I have no choice." He said in almost a shout and she stiffened, her eyes widening and her mouth dropping open in shock at his words.
"I don't believe you."
Mr. Hughes closed his eyes and Vesper frowned at him, they were getting nowhere with this. "I was not created a sexual being, Vesper. No angel was. When I came to earth, when I fell, I began feeling compelled to fuck, compelled to force my sexual dominance over mankind. I don't have a choice."
Vesper scoffed, "You have a choice, you can ignore it. Couldn't you have ignored it for me?"
"I tried. Please believe me, I tried. I went three days, I couldn't-I couldn't control myself, and when I gave in, I was much more forceful than I should have been. I hurt them, Vesper. I couldn't control myself."
Vesper furrowed a brow, was he telling the truth? Was he somehow being forced to perform sex acts with people like he was telling her?
"Isn't what you do as part of your job at the spa enough to handle these...compulsions?"
He shook his head, "No, I don't-it's not the same, the level of control, the things I do to them. I thought it might work at one point, but it doesn't."
"Well, they're gone. Maybe not having people around so accessible to do those things to will help you control yourself." Vesper shrugged and watched as his eyes darkened a little.
"At one point, Vesper, if I wait long enough, it won't matter if a person is here to service me, I will find someone, be they willing or not."
"This doesn't make sense, why would you need to do this, why would God allow this to happen?" She shook her head, frustrated that none of this seemed to make any sense.
"I would never assume to speak for Him, Vesper. I do believe He enjoys the agony that He puts me through. I will have to find someone, to replace the ones you sent away." He told her and she looked at him with heat in her eyes.
"No."
"Vesper, you need to understand."
"I need to know that the man I care about isn't having sex with other people, that he's not-that he's not leaving me at night to go and have sex with someone else." She crossed her arms in front of her body and glared at him.
"If I don't fuck, Vesper, my body will take over and I will hurt someone." Mr. Hughes was upset, she knew, he wanted her to understand, she got that, too. But this idea, this idea that God would punish him in this way, would force him to do this? That was not the God she had grown up believing in all of her life. It just wasn't. How could she ever accept that He would allow such a thing?
"Arc." Her voice was broken now and her lower lip trembled as she looked at him beseechingly. There were tears threatening to fall again and she shivered, wanting to keep them at bay, she had cried enough over this.
"Close up, she's even more exquisite than I thought, Archimendes." A deep voice suddenly sounded from the other side of the mattress and Vesper turned her head and gasped.
An angel was standing about a foot from the mattress, tall, with light brown skin and dark hair that was a shade lighter than black on his head. His eyes contrasted so heavily with the darkness of the rest of him, a blue color that reminded her of a clear sky in South Dakota, not dark and intense like Samir, but also not as light as Yegor's eyes. He was beautiful with a wide jaw, perfectly straight and proportionate nose, and wide, firm lips that were currently set in somewhat of a smirk as she looked him over.
His wings were massive, white and erect on his back as he allowed her perusal uninterrupted by speech, and his body was a textbook on what muscles should look like and sexuality of a man. Though, he was an angel, so he was probably a lot like Mr. Hughes under the slightly drooping bit of cloth that was hanging around his narrowed hips. She refocused on the wings, his most beautiful feature, and a feeling of sadness overwhelmed her for a moment as she thought about the fact that Mr. Hughes had cut his off. What a foolish man.
"Vesper, I apologize for the interruption. I want us to continue our conversation, but this is Fezekial. He wanted to meet you." Mr. Hughes said in a voice that bellied his irritation at the arrival of the other angel.
