SEX TAPE FROM HEAVEN (PART 2 OF 4)

The two immediately went to Terminus where the winged lady is said to be transferred after a rescue operation done by the 8th Police Unit in the city. They found out the angel in the sex video chained and jailed deep within the sewer annals that serve as the headquarters of the biggest prostitution ring in the city.

Though her beauty is still apparent, the sky maiden shows signs of exhaustion both physically and emotionally. Her eyes still have the ethereal spark on them and yet dark, heavy rings encircle it. Trace of tears is all over on her fine, high cheeks and her whole body is quivering as she put herself in a fetal position. Her wings are now but a vestigial prosthetic; its bones are broken while some of the feathers are shedding one by one.

Once inside, Draymon and Mike were accosted by guards into the underground floor of Terminus. This is one of the key features of the most highly secured facilities that house prisoners and criminals that are considered a threat at the national level.

The upper floor serves as the main office but the main prison chambers are placed in the vast floors beneath. Besides the 24/7 rounds of guards equipped with long-range taser guns, shock batons, and digital communicators, the facility is also crawling with AI cameras and Smart Key lock that requires multiple passcodes and biometric scanning (both eyes and all the fingertips). There are even security bots that are programmed to “neutralize” prisoners if things can get really messy.

In the worst-case scenario, the whole Terminus has an automatic lockdown system that even high powered missile or cybernetic assault can’t infiltrate outside or inside its walls. The only one who can unlock was through the special keys given to the Commander Chief of the armed forces.

Despite its notorious tomb-like appearance and infamous villains that currently reside on it, Terminus is the best place to secure the angel away from both prying eyes, the annoying media, and of course the people who might still try to pursue the winged maiden and eager to impregnate her.

It took 30 minutes before Draymon and his companion reach the 20th floor where the mysterious sky being is located. The chamber that given to her is far from being a prison; it was actually a comfortable pad fully furnished with bed and sofa chairs all in pure white like the walls that envelope it. To the farthest corner of the room lies the angel looking at them like a hurt animal.

“God...they broker her.” There was a pain in the voice of Draymon as the fragile maiden of heaven cower as they approach her. The deep crease around the wrist and ankles proves that really puts her body to a toll just to force their way into her. There are no signs of wounds or any bruises and yet it was etched on her beautiful face the terror she experiences to whoever put her down on the level of a sex toy of man.

“She’s been like that since she arrived here yesterday. She refuses to eat anything and even won’t sleep.” The designated guard said to them.

“Can she talk?” Mike asked as he tries to touch the angel; completely mesmerized and intrigue as to how does it feel to the glistening ivory skin of someone from heavens above.

The sky maiden responded with terrified eyes as she covers herself with her broken wings.

“That’s also a problem sir...she can talk but we don’t understand anything coming from her mouth.”

Draymon kneels down in front of her and takes a much a gentle approach. He tries to strike a conversation with her and soften his gesture.

“Don’t be afraid. We are here to help. I am Draymon and this is Mike. Tell me, what did they do to you.”

The angel looks at him for a couple of seconds with her shimmering eyes; studying him yet the reluctance remain there for she never moves an inch from the cloister of feathers she brought around her.

Draymon took a cross necklace from the inside of his shirt and let the angel gaze upon it.

“I am a child of our God.” He said. If his hunch was right, the angel would recognize the holy implement, and thus it might respond finally to her query.

However, the words that came from her mouth added more complexities to the riddle that they haven’t got a clue yet on how to solve.

“It’s not eastern nor anything from the pacific...what kind of language she is using?” Mike rubs his chin as he tries to rack up his brain for anything that resembles the gibberish words of the angel spoken in symphonic like singing manner.

“There is no kind of language, perhaps in our world, that is uttered as if it was sung.” Draymon just continues listening to the angel that is now starting to become talkative. All he knows is that base from her pleading face and the urgency of her tone, the message she is relaying is of imminent importance.

“Might as well record it.”

He took a portable camcorder from the pocket of his vest and start documenting the angel speaks the language of heaven that no man can’t decipher yet.

When the visiting hours ended, the two officers leave the angel’s chamber with nothing but the gibberish language as their first clue to the case.

However, the image of the angel and its eyes never leave the mind of Draymon as they return to their office to examine the footage that they have taken.

“Let’s start by reversing it.” Mike uploaded the video into a software that can manipulate any multimedia files. All the sounds and images can be edited, reverse, speed up, and dissected bit per bit under a binary command that acts as a digital scalpel under this program.

Albeit, for an hour the two never managed to extract any concrete words from the raw data they have. The language of the angel forbids them still to give it's meaning no matter how sophisticated their technology it seems.

Nobody said to them that the language barrier between heaven and earth is practically impossible to cross. The line between the divine and mortal divides them by linguistic proportion.

“Goddamn it! We are on a rut. There is no way we can understand this!” If he still has his hair, Mike would probably tear it out from his scalp out of sheer frustration. We’ve been chugging mugs of coffee since 6 in the evening and now it's quarter past midnight, no development is beyond our reach.

“Hey take a look at this.”Draymon motion his companion to come over to his PC to look at what he found. He’s been scouring the internet for anything that can help them crack the sacred language of angels. Dictionaries, encyclopedia even obscure forums; the list piled up but no one can give any significant lead.

Until he found himself in an outdated site created during the proto-days of the world wide web. Build by basic HTML engine and possibly abandoned by its owner for its last update was nearly three decades ago, the site offers information from the pits of antiquity and the occult; a combination that Draymon never imagines will offer the answer that they have been looking for.

“Enochian? The language of angels?” Mike gave the website the dubious look but when they proceed in the page that provides sound clips of every word and letter of the alleged language of the heavenly cohorts, he too was compelled to give it a try. Both officers notice that the sing-a-long undulation is uncannily the same between the sound clips and the recorded voice of the angel.

“Alright. Time for the next batch of Macchiato.” Draymon pops the lid of his canister and starts drinking another dose of caffeine. Decoding the whole video requires them more hours of resisting the call of bed.

At exactly 5 in the morning, the audio from the documented footage of the angel was converted and then through meticulous comparison, translated into English. Both Draymon and Mike have no background in translation and decoding despite the presence of the sound clips as their key. It took them a couple of trial and error and an enormous amount of caffeine before they manage to complete the translation.

As they play the translated audio file, their skin starts to crawl. The caffeine on their nerves added more jitters to them as they listen intently to the catastrophic warning of the angel’s message:

“Lucifer was right. Man doesn’t deserve any kind of love. They are far worse than what we expected. I understand now why the Fallen is so eager to burn their soul. They deserve it.

But what they have done now is completely beyond the spectrum of evil. They plant their vicious seed into my body. They wanted to create the Holy Evil through me. May Father forgive me for rearing the child that will overthrow both heaven and earth! But I can’t get rid of it inside me; now that I am slowly becoming mortal as I lose the essence of divinity when they force themselves on me.

You who wear the mark of the Messiah, you should do something to stop the Awful Horror that is coming. The product of mortal men and a holy spirit like me is the Destroyer of the world. An Omnipotent God with the heart bearing the lust of your kind.

The only way to defeat the new God is for you to have the new Devil. When both of them exist, the world will not be thrown in chaos.

Plant your seed into a demon. But make sure your heart is not filled with lust. Instead, it must be of love.”

--TO BE CONTINUED--