A scene from
One Kiss Less
“You wanna know what?”
“No, not particularly. But I’m sure you’re going to tell me anyway.”
He glanced down into her brown face and is taken back at what he sees. The expression she borne was not the one he expected. There was no rage, animosity, nor traces of the unspoken, sworn enmity between them. Strange, it’s rather remarkable, her face showed ambidexterity and amenity peppered with hints of sorrows.
“You can hurt, kill, maim, poison, lie on people, and injure all you want. You got the world’s real prince’s seal of approval. A license to kill. Toot your horn, tell all your lies, tell them until you’re blue in the face. We both know you can. You can do it in the names of whatever you please. Whatever you need to tell yourself that you are right and everyone else is wrong. Tell your ego that you have righteousness on your side. But your conscious know the truth. Whether or not you listen; It’s up to you.”
He smirked and shifted his weight all to one leg, He wanted to see where’s going with this.
“I know you killed her.”
He expressively rolled his eyes. “And what do you plan to do about it?” He confessed.
“Nothing,” she drooped-shoulderly admitted. “Not a thing in this world. There’s nothing I can do about it but there’s Someone who will do something about it.”
“Who?” He angrily grunted. “No can touch me.”
“You can say all like, “When I die, the spirit just leave the body and dissipate into a big ole’ energy Divine Source. A state of unconsciousness. We do not pay for what we do. But we both know that’s one of the biggest lies that ever left hell. It’s a lie that’s been floating around for years. It ain’t new. You have made yourself believe you can do whatever you want and bear no consequences, but the realty is you know that isn’t true.”
“Enlighten me. What’s the reality?”
“The very basic of the Law is written in every human’s conscious mind. You know right from wrong. But just as I have seen the foretaste of heaven, you have seen the demons assigned to bring you to hell. Tow you to the Plutonian shores. I hope your dumb ass know there are demons assigned to everyone just as there are angels.”
“So have I heard, one sits on each shoulder.” He giggled.
“No, your better angel long ago departed from you. I guess, by now, he or she is back in heaven sipping rose tea trying to forget the nightmare that’s you. Your demons ride your ass and your back. You got so many demons by now you look like a ship’s bottom covered in barnacles.”
“You know people say you are insane for the things you say.”He grinned a devious smile. She’s amusing him. She frowned. His smile grew.
“Do I look like I ever gave a damn about what people say? These are the same people who ain’t got enough moral sense to come in out the spiritual rain of hellfire but yet think they are in a moral or mental condition to assert me.”
“Yes, I have noticed over the years you don’t give a damn what any one thinks of you.”
She slowly shakes her head. “You don’t get it? Do you? Every lie you tell pile more brimstones, on your head. Every death you caused compounds what the demons will someday administer your same methods ten folds on you.”
“I don’t believe your insane ranting.”
“Demons don’t give a damn if you believe it or not. You know what, I feel sort of sorrow for you.”
“I need nor want your pity.”
“There isn’t enough years left in your life to enlighten you.”
“Mentally, this is as far as you will go. You will never be enlightened come to gasp a single thing I’m saying here. When your understanding cometh it will be too late. You will never be enlightened enough to feel real emotions. Enjoy a loving relationship with anyone. All praise the all mighty dollar. That’s who you are. You do a lot of thinking but have no real feelings. ”
He’s getting bored with her ranting. Her belittling him. “I’m sick of your stereotypical ranting. Your belittling me. Just because people don’t see eye to eye with you. Makes them a terrible person. You never look at someone else’s situation and see things through their eyes.”
“I supposed not liking or agreeing with using the power of a racism system to kill people is not being kind to you. I supposed calling you up on your bullshit is stereotyping you. That’s the same shit all racists and evil doers sprout when called up on their evilness. What I’m trying to tell your dump ass. You don’t mean shit to this powerful cog of evil. You are nothing but another flying monkey. It will someday fall just as every evil power have fallen, but by then you will be in hell with those barnacles doing everything to you which you have done to that saint.”
“Why do you care?”
“I don’t care.”
“You’re evil. There’s no other way to describe you. But I promised you. You will see all of this again before you leave this world.”