The Devil's Heir 10 (Miffed Feelings)

10. MIFFED FEELINGS:

"What are you talking about? I… I didn’t get you!" Evan said in exasperated tones.
Rihette shook her head and closing her eyes fell back on the bed. He raised an eyebrow, asking permission to sit next to her. She shifted a bit and he sat on the bed’s edge. Sometimes, sometimes only, she used to become aware of her brief past in which she fell in love with him in college. That strange feeling- how vulnerable she had been, how shy she was when she was talking about him to someone… probably her mother or sister, she didn’t remember. It was unbelievable- how easily she could manage with him- in a car, in his room, in any place she would never have been earlier. How long had she known him? What was their bond?

"Hellllloooo! ARE YOU LISTENING…" Evan was screaming. Rihette snapped out of her thoughts and looked here and there. She felt a painful sensation on her wrist. She looked down, Evan was gripping it angrily. Rihette wrestled her hand out of his tight grip and said, "I’m listening! Stop shrieking! What’s the matter?"

"Why did you say it was me in your dream? Why did you say I was your partner?"

"Evan, try to understand… it was a dream. And believe me, the dreams of an archangel don’t lie."

Evan said holding his head, "I don’t understand anything. ANYTHING at all!. What’s wrong with me?" His hands were shaking as he looked at both his palms, Rihette worriedly sat up. Evan was letting out steam… but it wasn’t usually like this. Something in his mind was troubling him.

"First I wake up one fine morning to see myself living in this huge place without remembering anything but death…"

Rihette entwined her fingers with his. His hands were cold and clammy. She kept mum, and allowed him to speak as she listened his heart out. Maybe she could find out more about him.

"Then my uncle tells me he made the memory people had of me is gone, just the same that was done to me. I know I’ve some powers but I’ve no idea how to use them. He tells me he can teach me but I just end getting beaten up! What rule is that?"

Rihette was by now on her feet coaxing him to sit down comfortably… "Evan relax… you’re hurting yourself. I’m with you, you know that. Keep talking it’ll help you lessen your load."

Evan went on in a shaky voice, "Then I start going to college, there I am asked to maintain out of contact with all humans. One day I go against him and befriend a girl who dashed into me," Rihette expected a smile but he showed no specific reaction continuing his life’s story, "I know she likes me and I like her. The ravens start hounding me for no matter and they come to know I’m in love with her. I hadn’t even told it to her! Then because my uncle forces me I’ve to break all contacts with her. I obeyed him, almost I agree but still he sets fire to that girl’s house with her and her mother in it and the two of them perish to death, screaming in front of me."

Rihette said softly, "Its alright, it wasn’t your fault. Why are you referring to me as her?"

"You are different. She was shy and realistic and she was the one confused there, not me. She was the vulnerable one not me. You wouldn’t know… you just won’t understand…"

Rihette’s eyebrows furrowed and she spat in a way she hadn’t meant, "You mean, I don’t know how open to all elements you are and of course… I’m not realistic now then am I?"

Evan looked at her, why was she distancing herself from him? Why was she talking that way? Evan said raising his voice, "It’s not that Rihette. I didn’t mean to hurt you…"

Rihette continued looking at him crossly, "Fine… continue!"

She heard him but was looking hurt and that confused Evan even more, "Then I feel depressed and everything but you show up saying you are back into my life as an archangel. Then comes Razek another angel. Won’t you be confused if you would be in my position?"

Rihette didn’t say anything and Evan answered the silence, "See… your silence speaks for itself. I was confused, shocked, happy and terrified at the same time. I’m not used to emotions and from the day I met you, I’ve been swimming in emotions. I’ve been going crazy just thinking how lucky people are to born- live without knowing anything of this sort and finally die. If everybody has to become an angel or devil after death it is not worth living…. That is what I believe… I wish to die and yet I’m mercilessly immortal, stuck as the crown prince of a devil’s curse. One which is misbalancing the rules and laws of living. And all of a sudden, fresh out of a dream you tell me I’m your partner, some crap about an angel of… what was that… ah! Angel of vitality! You saw me in your dream which fanatically happens to not be a lie."

Rihette’s anger was gone, she had been concentrating on what he had to say. Now, her eyes beseeched him she spoke pleadingly, "I was not lying, all I say is everything I’m doing, I’m doing it because you need me… I too am living after death for you. why don’t this get into your head?"

Evan said harshly, "Yeah! And you had no business of your own… no reason other than me to come down here and help a sickly guy like me…. I don’t believe what you are telling me…"

Rihette felt a strange feeling she hadn’t felt in a long time- anger, hatred, rage all rolled into one. She bluttered out, "I didn’t ask you to believe me…"

Evan’s peripheral vision turned grey for a moment and then he said in a whisper, "Rihette, I don’t think you should be here."

Rihette turned her back and said, "I didn’t ask you to order me around… honestly, that part about me being unrealistic! Oh please! It hurt me, totally! But would you understand?"

Evan said so softly that Rihette couldn’t catch what he said, "…sorry, it is my worst memory…"

She turned around hearing the frailness in his voice. Even before she could help him, he slipped from the bed, landing on the carpet with a hand stretched out.

"EVAN! No… don’t do this to me." She was on her knees next to him wiping the sweat off his forehead. "Listen Evan… I can’t call for help… no one can hear me," she shook his shoulder and yelled, "Don’t do this to me. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry."

She tried listening to his heartbeat, it was almost inaudible. She felt a lump in her throat as tears fell off her eyes. She stood up and turned the air conditioner’s knob to its fullest.

A second later, Razek had appeared next to Evan’s body and gently laid him on the bed. He looked less radiant than usual but was nevertheless there. She ran to him and started, "Where have you been? I was informed that you were called. Please help me… it was a small argument, nothing much, please…." She started crying as Razek brushed off her tears. She looked in his eyes, somehow he understood what was going on.

"Rihette, he is your soul mate… you both drift away from each other and that’s the end of your powers. Make him understand your dreams and once he becomes the Devil, once he gets the throne everything will come rushing to him, he’ll change drastically but you have to let him know it’s alright. He will change as drastically as you did. He will answer your queries, all of them." His feathery wings started appearing as his form started disappearing.

"Razek wait… when is his coronation?"

She only heard him say the answer cause he was completely gone, "In a week’s time. You two are our last hope."

Sobbing she walked over to the bed looked at Evan, at his deathly still palms which had been shivering like crazy a few minutes back. Washing her face and dampening her hair in a quickie, she walked over to the bed. Thinking about all that she had to tell him before his coronation, she lifted his head in her lap and stroked it softly not knowing whether or not he would keep loving her after waking up….