Just a Taste/Start/Day6/Other/Shower/Church/Sit/Alpha
Andrew turned to look at the Mother Superior and saw she was standing with the Father and the other two sisters; all four looked upset and the two junior nuns were clearly staring daggers at him. Andrew turned to look at his aunt, who was staring nervously in the direction of the Mother Superior. "Aunt Carol, it'll be okay. Please go sit with the others, and let Erin and Lacey know I will be right back. No matter what, none of you are to come looking for me, is that understood?"
"Yes, Master," was her only reply before she headed to the table where their family was sitting.
Andrew turned back towards the front of the Rec-Hall and headed towards Father McDonough and the three nuns. The room had gone completely quiet and every eye in the hall was on him and he felt very self-conscious. Once he reached the front of the hall, the father gave him a frown. "Follow me, young man," he said as he turned to address the congregation. "Every one, please, this is a private matter. Return to your lunch. The sisters and I will return shortly."
Father McDonough turned and headed for the door leading out into the main courtyard. The group left the hall and after a short walk, entered the rectory where the father and sisters lived. He led them all to the main living area and motioned Andrew to have a seat. Andrew took a seat in the nearest chair and looked around the room nervously. This was the second time in as many weeks that he was not almost completely in control of the situation. He was so nervous that he didn't even register at first that his sense of the others had once again dulled, just as it had in the church sanctuary.
The nuns all took a seat on the nearby couch and the father sat in a large recliner chair. He sat there for a bit, his finger tips pressed together and his lips pursed, as if he were carefully considering what he was going to say. Just as the father opened his mouth to speak, the room was filled with a bright light and everything around them went deathly quiet.
The light was blinding, and for a second Andrew couldn't see anything. Once his vision finally came into focus, he saw that the room had vanished. Everything was gone except himself, the three nuns, Father McDonough and the furniture they were sitting in. The priest and nuns looked around with a mix of fear and awe on their faces. They were obviously just as shocked as he was by the current turn of events.
"Be at peace. No harm shall come to any of you, I come with a message from the One Most High." A calm, soothing feminine voice told them from somewhere in the empty whiteness.
A few seconds later, a blurry figure started to take shape walking towards the five of them. It slowly came into focus, with the form of an amazingly beautiful woman, with pale white skin, long slightly curly white hair and bright blue eyes. She was wearing a long flowing opalescent gown that played tricks on the eyes; one second Andrew thought he could see the shadowy form of the woman's figure, the next, nothing. It tantalized and drew the eyes to her and radiated her beauty even more. A nimbus of light surrounded her entire form and two large white, birdlike wings extended from her back. "I am called Andromeda and I come with a message and an offer for Andrew Parker."
Father McDonough and the sisters rose from their respective seats and fell to their knees in supplication to what was clearly and Angel. She, for her, part ignored the four of them and walked directly to Andrew, who was rising from his chair. Andrew felt awe at what he was seeing but felt no need to kneel or supplicate to her. "You have a message for me?"
Andromeda walked up to him and smiled - a smile that made his heart skip a beat and his soul yearn for her touch. Strangely, there was nothing sexual in the feeling, only a pure and true desire to please and love her. "Yes. His Most Holy has felt your presence both in His house and with His people. You bring a corruption that normally He and His would not tolerate and would seek to destroy. Your very nature is an abomination to His most holy tenants; you are an aspect of adultery, lust and fornication, corrupting those around you and dragging them into sin. You also strip people of their free will, the very gift of choice that was granted to all sentient beings since the beginning of time."
Andrew frowned; he felt he should be angry or scared by Andromedas words, but instead he simply felt concerned. It was as if her very presence freed him of the most negative and base thoughts or feelings. "I did not ask for this to happen, and from what I've been told, it controls me just as much as I control them..." She cut him off.
"Yes, that is known. The Most High understands your situation. It is He that allowed you to awaken; through His agents at the hospital, the spell that was affecting your mind was altered. If it had been left to run its course, your mind would have been consumed by the magic and your body would be nothing more than a living automaton, under the control of the one who cast the ritual on you. But the All-Knowing One has seen the need for your abilities. Only you, with your powers, can fight the greater evil that created you. He is going to use the enemy's very creation to upset and defeat its agents."
"What?" Andrew exclaimed, his mind reeling at the revelation from the Angel. "You mean to tell me that God is not only allowing me to do what I'm doing, but encouraging it?"
"To quote one of your peoples more popular sayings, 'you can't make an omelet without breaking a few eggs.' The Highest is saddened by what must be allowed to happen, especially to the innocent ones that He knows will fall under your sway. However, to not act as He has done and to not use you as His agent, the world would suffer a far worse fate and even more innocents would fall to the corruption that is your magic. The one who created the spell that calls itself Maggie, is an agent of the evil one, without conscience or remorse. If they got access to your powers and abilities, the entire world... no, all of your race, would be gone within a generation."
"Wow, that is just... Wow..."
"I have been authorized to offer you a choice, a bargain, a deal of sorts. Please understand that this is a choice and you still have your free will, despite the situation or the apparent lack of a true choice. As things are now, Father McDonough and the sisters are required to end your existence with any means they deem necessary. This meeting you were about to have was so they could assess the nature of your abilities and the best, most humane way to eliminate the threat you represent. However, since the highest has deemed your existence a necessary evil, He has authorized me to offer you a reprieve from that judgment and allow you access to things that would normally be out of your control. I'm also obliged to inform you that all choices you make from this point on, should you agree, will be added to the weight of sin that rests on your soul. Only through repentance, when this is all completed, can you save your soul and the souls of those you corrupt." She rested a hand on Andrew's cheek as she finished.
Andrew took a step back from the Angel; he wanted his head clear and unhindered as he thought about what she was saying. Her touch, like her voice, was mesmerizing and distracting, almost pushing him to agree to anything she said. "So, if I say no, then Father McDonough will be forced to try and kill me, but if I say yes, he will leave me alone? Also, as long as I'm here in the rectory, I'm unable to use my abilities to defend myself."
Andromeda frowned and looked over towards the priest. "Sadly yes. He would not be happy about what he would have to do, and about the fallout the church would have to endure. But to save the world from what you are and to ensure you do not fall into the hands of the Enemy, he would do what must be done." She s looked back at Andrew. "However, if you agree, you will be blessed by the Highest and given tools that you as of yet do not have access to, and never would."
Andrew turned away from the radiant beauty of the Angel and looked at the three bowing nuns. He no longer felt any of the arousal that he felt before, only compassion. It had to be something about the Angel's presence. He then turned back to the Angel and looked into her dazzling blue eyes. "Why can't God just make it all go away? He is all-knowing and all-powerful. He performed many miracles in the past and destroyed evil."
She frowned and turned away from Andrew. "That's not how it works. God has given Man free will. To fight or accept the evil of this world must be the choice of Man. Through this free will also comes the concept of evil and the influence of the Evil One. Even when He was performing His miracles, they were always done through his agents. With the coming of the second covenant, the use of such miracles has been limited even more. If The Holy One were to interfere directly, any more than He already has, by sending me, then the Evil One will also be able to directly interfere to counter that affect. And yes, before you ask, The Highest is more powerful than the Evil One, he is but an ant when compared to the One. However, in the ensuing battle between good and evil, the world would come to an end, as was foretold in the book of Revelations. It is not the time for that battle, so he must work through agents, just as the Evil One does."
Andrew nodded in understanding. "So, if I accept, I will be allowed to continue as I have, as long as I persue the one who created me and attempt to stop him and those who follow him?"
"Yes, and as an agent of the One, that which protects his flock will be lifted from them for a time."
"Then I accept."
She smiled, took a step towards him and took his head lightly in her hands. "Then receive the Holy Spirit and the blessing of He Who is Highest." Her words came whispered as she lowered her lips to his and kissed him, her tongue slipped into his mouth. As they kissed, he felt a flash similar to his own, but this time the flash seemed to go in the other direction. His mouth was then flooded with flavors, delicious, mesmerizing flavors reminiscent of the sweetest, most amazing foods he had ever eaten in his life. The flavor was almost overwhelming in its intensity and his mind was unable to completely process the glory of her taste.
Andromeda took a step away from Andrew, and to his surprise, he could sense the nuns again. There as no desire or arousal, only love, compassion, a bit of fear and utter adoration. She looked over towards the nuns and sighed. "They are yours once again; that is part of His gift for agreeing to become His agent. None of His people nor any of His land is barred from you any longer, however He has but one request. Sister Mary and Sister Grace are still virgins, their hymens are still intact. He asks that they remain that way. Do as you must with them to achieve your victory, but be gentile and keep that one purity intact. This includes any more of His clergy that you feel you must claim; if they are virgins with their hymens intact, refrain from taking that from them."
Andrew nodded and then looked once again at the three nuns. "You said that Sister Mary and Sister Grace were virgins, what of Sister Margret?"
Andromeda frowned and then sighed even louder. "She came to His Holiness impure and without her innocence, so there is nothing to protect. Do with her and those like her as you need to, to achieve your goal."
She turned to walk away from him only to stop as Andrew's hand fell on her shoulder. "Wait, please I have a few more questions?"
She stopped but did not turn around. "Ask your questions."
"Andromeda, I recognize that name, from Roman Myth..."
"I was Greek, not Roman," she interrupted. "And yes, I am she. Many of the myths of the ancients are but stories of the battles between good and evil. Ancient Man had little understanding of the battles between The Highest and the agents of evil. Those who did not have The Lord's favor were forced to seek the favor of others. Thus, your myths and legends were born. The world of the powers of the universe are beyond the understanding of mortals. Suffice it to say, I have found my calling after death and serve The Highest in whatever form He should take."
With that final statement, the Angel vanished, and Andrew found himself back in the rectory living area with Father McDonough and the three nuns, still kneeling on the floor. Andrew turned towards the three supplicant nuns and gave Sister Margaret an appraising look as he felt his cock growing hard from the arousal and desire that was emanating from the young nun.