Key Twenty-Two: Women:
Marion sat up in her cage. A vision of Leda floated in front of her.
“Oh, it’s you,” Marion said. “What do you want?”
“We need to talk,” Leda said. Marion frowned.
“It’s about Allen.”
“I know!” She looked down at her knees to her chest. The angel sighed.
“What did you want to say?” she asked.
“He is slipping away. There isn’t much time,” Leda said. Marion glanced up at her.
“And what do you suppose I do about it?” she asked.
“That I do not know.”
The other angel threw back her head. “I don’t have the powers you do.”
“We still have to try.”
“No. You still have to try. I am no use to you. I can’t do anything.”
“I will still need your help.”
Marion sighed. “Why?”
“What do you mean?”
“Why do you need me so much? There is no escape from this tower or city. Why do you even bother?”
Leda had a serious look on her face. “He’s out in the city trying to escape.”
Marion looked up at her. The vision of the other angel knew that she had her attention now.
“Who is Harry?” Leda asked. The other angel tried to hide her reaction.
“I don’t know who you are talking about,” she lied.
“I believe you do.”
“What’s it to you?”
“He too is trying to escape.”
Marion stared up at her. “You’re making this up.”
“No. I am not.”
“Let me guess. He talked him into this.”
“Baby?” a third voice asked. The women turned to see Alma shifting in place. She lifted her face.
“Just go back to sleep,” Marion whispered. The third angel rested her head back down. Marion turned back to Leda.
“There’s something you’re not telling me,” she said. “What’s really going on?”
“You are really perceptive,” Leda said.
“What is it?” Marion asked. “Enough with these games.” The angel dropped her shoulders.
“A child,” she said.
“What?” Marion asked.
“A nephilim is going to be born,” Leda said.
“What do you mean? Where?”
“The living world.”
Marion leaned in closer. “How much time do we have left?”
“Days. Weeks, maybe.”
“You can’t be serious.”
She drew in a breath. “What do I need to do?”
Leda held out her hand. “I will show you what I need to do.” Marion stared up at her. The other angel waited. She looked down at Alma sleeping next to her. The angel narrowed her eyes and took Leda’s hand.
Allen turned in bed with a drunken cat smile on his face. Something inside of him could feel it. The world he had known was going to be ripped into two. Meanwhile, Road stopped and looked up.
“What’s wrong?” she asked. The angel didn’t answer. Not like he needed to anyway. She herself already had her answer. The monster crawled out of bed and walked over to her window.
“So it begins,” she said.
Back in the living world…