Jewels of Darkness - 4. Princeps Conventus

“If I were to die, I will encounter Darkness as a bride And hug it in mine arms”1

William Shakespeare, Measure for Measure2

That night, whilst Adam slept peacefully, Evelin was clutching the copy of the book he had let her borrow from the library; under his bedroom window, in the warm summer breeze, she was watching him sleep. Darkness stood behind her at Her full height, with Her wings open; She looked like the epitome of dignity, with the secrets of Her past servitude hidden away in the symphony of Her shells.3

“My child, what brings you here?” Evelin could only answer with wide eyes, and a motion towards the now snoring Adam. “Ah I see… You have found him, my child, the man you have been dreaming about. And what is that you hold so tightly to your heart? Something he gave you? And, my child, is that remnants of your mobile phone number I see written so elegantly on his hand?” Darkness smiled at her obsessive messenger. “My child, he will call you, and you shall date him.”4

Evelin stood up, quickly and dramatically; the movement was so sudden, Darkness Herself was shocked. “Really? I date him?” Darkness nodded, Her gentle mothering smile, never fading for her most treasured messenger. “Darkness, he’s a writer too. But his work is light hearted, not like ours.” Turning back to Adam, Evelin failed to see the fear spread over Darkness’ face.5

“My child, he is the messenger of Light. Your love is your mortal enemy. I am not saying you must forget about him, of course not; yet, my dearest child, you must let me help you. You may both be in danger. If Light finds out…” She let her sentence remain unfinished to show Evelin the seriousness of the situation.6

Evelin nodded, knowing why Darkness was forced to not say the truth. She held out a shaking hand to Darkness. “Take me home,” she whispered, tears of mourning already falling for the one who was pretending to sleep. In a blink of an eye, both Evelin and Darkness were gone, and Adam was left sobbing. He did not know what had just happened, but he did not like the idea of losing his life, or the idea of being a messenger to something with the same name as what he needed to see.