Immoral - G. Bailey Page 0,6
corner of the room because the nurses were scared he would pass out. There are so many memories between us, even when we have come to a point where we are not on each other’s side anymore. “Stay alive, Katy. Please. Just see the light above is right. Your future is with me and the angels, not them.”
I don’t give him an answer as the light hurts my eyes, and I close them, hoping the light above is in a good mood.
Knowing my luck...that is not going to happen.
Chapter 3
When the light finally burns away, I open my eyes only to find myself in a new room with blue walls covered in silver symbols. On the other side of the room is an archway with grey slate stone doors that are held open, and I can see three angel guards outside. This room is dome-shaped, and in the centre is a floating sphere of yellow light that feels so wrong to me. I scramble back, pushing my back against the dome wall as the light moves and speaks, shimmering with each word. It’s alive…it’s a real being inside an actual light. I never thought the light above would be a literal light. That’s not even the weirdest thing though. Around the sphere of light are three ghosts, women in long white gowns, and they all turn to me. They have floor-length blonde hair, long white cloaks hanging from their shoulders made from a blue material. They both look nearly the same, and only one thing is different about them. The woman on the left has a long scar down her cheek. They scare me silly, even when they are enchantingly beautiful. They each place a finger to their lips before they disappear…literally vanish.
What in the name of ghosts?
“You were my saviour, and you betrayed your people for love,” the voice says, and I stare at the light. “Yet one of my most loyal angels loves you. Wishes for you to be born again, your memories taken and reshaped.”
“You’re the Great Light. The light above, the creator of angels,” I whisper in awe and a little fear. “Were you ever real? Or were you always a light?”
I don’t expect it to answer me as I try to crawl across the room, and it moves closer. Dammit. This thing is creepy.
“I once had a body that women loved and the world worshipped until my creator decided I had gone mad and banished me from the earth,” he growls, his voice filled with spite. “I made my own world, my own people, and in time earth will be ours. We are so close, but you have made it harder for us.”
“How did I?” I demand. “Why do you hate the vampires so much? Why am I important to you?”
“The vampires are not a creation I wanted. The angels I made were not meant to take the goddess as their lover. The goddess betrayed me! She was meant to be with me!” he shouts, and the power from his voice pushes my whole body against the wall, hurting me. The tension in the room crushes me like a bug, and I scream, holding my hands against my own ears until it finally stops, and I drop to the floor, gasping for air.
“Why am I your saviour? Why me?” I demand, and the pressure slowly drifts away.
“When the angels made vampires, I became curious about the creatures, so I created my own vampires with the last of my power, with the magic that held my body together...your ancestors. They had hair spun like golden silk, skin paler than the moon, and I loved them as much as I loved the vampires...but it didn’t last.” He pauses and the light flickers. “My vampires wanted to be with their own kind and left their home and made friends with the other vampires. They had half-breed children...they ruined the perfection I had created, so I had no other option.”
“What happened?” I ask, feeling my heart banging around in my chest.
“I told my angels, the race which was still perfect, that the vampires were enemies. I made it look like the vampires killed a powerful angel, leaving his body in ruins, but I did it. My people killed them all, well, most,” he snaps. “Some clearly got away. I watched, building my power, until I met you. With the magic I had, I saw in your soul who your ancestors were. You are my creation, Kaitlyn, and you should