Tower of Babel Ch.19A Chapter by Anthony JimenezCh.19 A chill gust of
air came from the balcony’s open door, and cooled the room to an uncomfortable
temperature. Curtains that used to cover the windows to the balcony now lay on
the ground in a pile of forsaken cotton. The eight dressers near her bed had
their drawers open and contents thrown about. A vase was in pieces near the
entrance door, tossed by Lilly when a maid attempted to enter her room. The
piano in the mini studio was flipped upside down. All of her brass instruments
were bent to an unrecognizable shape. The lights were off in every room, giving
the destruction a place to hide. Standing
outside, Lilly stared off into the horizon as the wind blew in her hair. She
still wore the clothes she bought with Ben, but she contemplated burning them.
“He kissed her,” she said. “She's trying to screw him over while his guard is
down and he kissed her.” She slammed her fists against the steel balcony
railing, buckling the safety feature as if it were made of hollow aluminum. “I
almost left with him.” “Are you in distress,
Lilith?” Baal walked unto the balcony. “What do you
want Baal?” Baal walked to
the ledge of the balcony and took a seat with his feet dangling over the side.
“Your room is a complete mess. That's not like you.” “If that is how
I want my room then that is how I will have it.” “It's a shame to
see you in such a way. You’re like a beautiful bird who is trapped in cage.
Only this cage is wide open, and you could fly out at any time you want. You do
know that right?” Lilly shook her
head and said, “The Tower gives me everything I want and I have nothing to
worry about living here. Those are the facts.” “Facts? Facts
are an important item to review, but what about numbers? Three Ascending
members are dead and over 300 employees and potential Ascending members have
been murdered. There is a special task force of seven cybernetic engineered
assassins that are on a remarkable kill death ratio who have yet to be
deterred. How long do you think it will take them to get to our rooms?” Baal
turned and looked at Lilly for a moment then looked back into the distance.
“Not to mention one Ascending member who has turned sides and is now assisting
our little friend Ben in reaching the top floor. Have you seen the way they've
been interacting with each other?” “I get the
picture.” “The way she's
just throwing herself at Ben, hmm.” “Baal.” “I watched them
share a kiss not too long ago, won't be long till she's got her lips on his-”
Baal turned to look at Lilly but almost jumped off the balcony. Her eyes were
glowing white, the first sign that Lilly was about to enter Demon mode. Baal came down
from the ledge and took a few steps back. “Now Lilith, let's relax. I didn't
mean anything by it.” Lilly just
stared at him, her eyes still glowing. He could feel a vast amount of power
radiating from her. The kind of power that resembled a nation of marching guns
and a leader with an excellent staff of speechwriters, Absolute. “Remember that
you're not supposed to use your Demon mode. Everyone in the Tower probably
already knows your partially using it.” She had her
hands balled into fists. “Lilith?” Leave, she said with
her mind. Baal put his
hands behind his back and walked back into her room. He won't be bothering
you any time soon. Styx are about to be released and him and the metal men will
be destroyed, Baal thought. After Baal left,
her eyes returned to normal. She walked to the center of the room and looked
around at all the carnage. It wasn't a lapse in memory or a psychotic episode,
she knew full well who trashed her room, but Lilly couldn't believe it. She
walked to the corner of her room, into the studio, and picked up the sole
surviving instrument. She took the violin and bow to her bed, brought the
violin to her chin, and played herself a song. Baal entered his
room and wiped the sweat from his brow. His pet rustled
in its cage when the master entered. Baal looked at the clock on the wall to
discover he was an hour late for feeding time. “Poor girl,” he
said. The refrigerator
door opened and a plate of sliced cheese and salami hovered across the room.
Baal took a seat in a large recliner that faced his balcony, as the tray gently
landed on a stand to his right. His pet pawed at the door and crawled across
the room to his feet. “You can sit on my lap if you want. Let’s enjoy the view.” He fed his pet piece by piece as he stroked her hair. Occasionally he would run his hand down her bare back to her thighs. The naturally cinnamon tan of her body and her black hair complemented her beauty. The young woman curled on his lap and affectionately licked his fingertips as he fed her. Baal never gave her a name. It wasn’t necessary. © 2013 Anthony Jimenez |
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