There was a nuclear explosion going off inside her body, and no one knew it but her.
Mostly, it didn’t bother her, except once in a while the atoms would split in uncomfortable ways and would make her sick, but she could hide that.
She’d always been rather a sickly child, anyway. Growing up hadn’t changed that, much.
“Oh, you know, I just had something that disagreed with me for lunch,” she’d smile softly and wave off concerned looks in her direction.
And she’d quietly patter down the street to the store, or to her home, or wherever she was headed.
It was a good thing she didn’t have to work in an office, she thought. Too many questions, too many strangers in her business, when she really didn’t have the time for any of that.
And the nuclear explosion carried on, creating new worlds and collapsing old ones, deep within.
She’d known, almost the moment it happened, what was going on. That she was forever altered, there would be no going back.
She could almost hear the tick tick tick of a miniscule clock… counting down.
To what result, she wasn’t precisely sure, but she knew the sound was growing in strength.
Which meant, time was growing shorter.
And she needed to prepare for all eventualities.
There were preparations at home that needed to be made, she knew. Things she needed to have purchased and sent to the house, papers that would need to be signed at the lawyer’s office.
It was a good thing she still had mother’s money to help with these things. Granted, she had a decent job, working remotely from home, editing for a publishing company out east, but that job would have to be terminated soon, and then mother’s inheritance would make all the difference.
It was what had allowed her to keep the family home, after all.
But, enough, she shook her head ruefully, a slight grimace on her face.
It was time.
The nuclear explosions within wouldn’t stop, and she – had to be ready for the fallout.
“I’m home,” she called softly, as she dropped her house keys on the foyer table.
The front door slid closed with an almost silent click, shutting out the neighborhood noises.
And a rumble rolled through the house, rolling around her in a welcoming embrace.
“I wasn’t gone that long, it’s alright. And I won’t be going anywhere else today, so it’s just us, luv.”
Flames flared to life in the fireplace as she maneuvered through the parlor, shedding her cardigan, and laying it across the top of the couch.
“Ah, thank you. It is starting to get a bit chilly outside, I do appreciate the thoughtfulness.”
She plucked the book she’d been reading from the table near the couch, and sank down into its generous cushions, reveling in the relaxation of her own home.
“It’s never as nice out there as it is here with you, you know. If I didn’t have to go out occasionally for things, I’d never leave these rooms.”
Stretching her feet out, she laid her head back on the pillowed armrest behind her, and closed her eyes for just a moment.
“Mmmm, that feels nice. You know my feet always love your attention,”
Gentle but firm massage stroked her toes and instep, working its way up to her ankles, sliding her slacks up to push on her calves. Delicious. That’s what it was.
“I do love the way you take care of me, you know that, right?”
A deep rumble of assent was all she got in response, but she knew he heard, she could almost see the smile on his face, even with her eyes closed.
“You’ve always taken care of me, I know that, and that’s why I want to take care of you. I’m almost ready. I’ll have everything here next week, and then we can finish this. After everything you’ve done for me, I want this for you too. For us.”
She felt a hand move from her leg, up to her stomach, where the explosions were going on. On and on and on.
A thumb rubbed gentle circles around her navel, fingers splayed in an arc across her abdomen, warm, holding her, but not pressing down.
“Not much longer, luv, really, and we’ll have forever. But, I suppose, I should really continue my studies, to make sure I get this perfect.”
And opening her eyes, she turned to the bookmarked page in her text to read.
Demonology – Invocations and Summoning Into Being
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