Shelly continues after Jessica, hoping to stop her before she kills a deity.
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Chapter 29
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Shelly knew the deserts in the Middle East. She'd seen wealthy countries with ugly landscapes. She remembered training with her brother in stark vistas, and ugly climates. Discounting the Pillar of Darkness's demesne, which only the devil knew the landscape of, she couldn't think of an area she disliked more than the one she walked through now. Even Antarctica held it's own beauty and more color than the lands controlled by the Pillar of Light.
It didn't help that she remembered what happened the last time she was here. If she ever got her hands on Amenadiel, he'd find out that Heaven couldn't save him from a scorned woman's fury.
Aecus raped her body and willpower, but it was the angel that raped her soul, taking with him something she'd taken for granted. Sure, he took her guilt, and for a moment, she'd felt relief after finding out what Jessica did to her family and the torment Aecus put her through. That relief was short-lived. The angel left a hole in her soul that cried out demands impossible to ignore. The drive to be entertained without restraint suffused her, and the lack of guilt meant that anything went. But nothing satisfied her.
Shelly glanced over her shoulder at Sonia as they trudged through the washed-out landscape. All color, including themselves, was muted in the soft white light. The Rocs were left behind, so Sonia's and her approach wouldn't be as apparent if they managed to sneak up on Jessica.
Sonia was the one to return Shelly's mentality to herself after Amenadiel's insidious meddling.
"I don't think I ever properly thanked you," Shelly said, slowing to let the android catch up. Sonia's eyes revealed a combination of suspicion and curiosity.
Is she aware of her facial expressions, or are they all algorithms that operate beneath her notice? Or is it the bit of my soul inside her that allows her to act like a real person?
Shelly grimaced and shook the terrible thought from her head. Sonia
was
a real person, regardless of her origin. Seeing the other woman's suspicion deepen into a frown, Shelly spoke up. "I mean for everything you've done for me. You killed Aecus in cold blood. You saved meβthe real meβafter that angel took part of my soul. Despite everything and how poorly I've treated you, you're sticking with me. I wanted to make sure you knew how thankful I am."
Sonia stopped walking and regarded her for an uncomfortable moment. She didn't say anything but continued to stare. Shelly knew how fast the woman could think, making her prolonged silence feel even worse.
"You're a real bitch," Sonia said right before Shelly lost her temper. The statement made in an off-hand manner set Shelly's mind stumbling. She knew she'd mistreated the other woman, and knew she deserved the comment, but Sonia acted as if she didn't care about what she said. "You treat me like a second-hand citizen, a fill-in for someone who has more screws loose in her head than I have in my whole body, then you get all clingy before we come face-to-face with her. You can quit thanking me, too. I'm sick of hearing it from you. I'm doing my duty, and no more."
Every word acted as a blade slipping between Shelly's ribs and into her heart. Tears formed in her eyes, but she blinked them away as she worked to keep her emotions under her control. She knew she deserved the sentiment, if not necessarily the callous way it was delivered.
"I deserve that," Shelly said, proud of how level her voice remained. Only the slightest quiver marred her words. "I've apologized for how I've treated you. I meant it then, and I still do. I know I hurt you, and I don't deserve your forgiveness, but that won't stop me from trying anyway. I said what I did a moment ago to let you know that I do appreciate you and everything you've done. I'm not trying to win you back, but I am trying to make up for my mistakes."
This time her response was immediate. "I am following orders. Nothing more."
Shelly ground her teeth and shook her head. "In that case, thank you for having such a strong dedication to duty."
For the barest moment, Shelly thought she saw surprise in Sonia's bright green eyes. It vanished as soon as it showed, and she stared hard into Shelly's eyes before shrugging and saying, "Huh."
"Queen's Mother!" A sudden shout interrupted them from continuing the conversation. Shelly grimaced, but then remembered her daughter. How had she forgotten about Rain? No, she knew that wasn't right. She hadn't forgotten about Rain but instead recognized the infant was in safe hands, allowing her to focus on their current task.
That one shout shattered the mental walls she'd unknowingly created. As if on cue, she felt her breasts leak into her bra. She felt disgusting.
"Is everything all right?" She tried to find common ground between shouting to be heard, and whispering to keep their position from being revealed, should another angel or Jessica be near. She looked across the bleak landscape, and it took a moment to spot Nanny. With her body made up of every type of ant queen, she blended into the dull background. Even Nanny's colors dulled here, and if anything, it made her appear more alien with her giant ant body, humanoid face, and mandibles.
"Our Queen has missed you," Nanny's back four legs flowed over the muted ground with fantastic speed, but she was too loud for Shelly's liking.
Shelly placed a finger over her mouth, indicating the strange woman needed to be quieter. Nanny's head tilted, then looked around. Her voice lowered despite her next words. "There are no living beings worth worrying over within hearing range."
"What about dead beings?" Shelly hissed, while wondering how the ant-thing knew.
"There is a secondary pocket dimension in the center of these lands where the spirits of past creatures go after death," Nanny said in tones that bordered between respect and teaching little children. "Rarely does one ever escape."