Dashing into the cafe’s mini serving room, Isabella spots a metal shelving unit with salt and pepper shakers in the top two rows. On its bottom row is a 1.8-kilogram box of table salt.
“Excuse me, may I have that..? (pointing to the box of table salt). You may charge it to room #507.”
Said the puzzled server, retrieving the large box of table salt from the serving setup shelf and passing it gingerly to Isabella.
Isabella was poised to run to the Jumeirah Al Naseem Southeby hotel’s main floor Emergency Exit to catch up with her latest asset of sorts; however, her gut was telling her to slow down and think.
Even as she walked towards the Emergency Exit, she could not shake the feeling that she should slow down and formulate a plan to close The Door she had opened last night with a forbidden incantation.
Giving in to her instincts urging her to take a moment, Isabella slipped into a private made-for-one female washroom ensuite. It was discreetly set off to the side from the cafe’s main seating area. Its almost imperceptible door sign read: “Private Ladies’ Ensuite, Donated by The Royal Family.”
Isabella turned the door lock with a soft click, on the inside of the private washroom ensuite after a thorough sweep of the room.
Confident she was alone, Isabella slumped on the tufted leather sofa, in what was the largest one-person toilet area she had ever seen in her life. Its area was about half a football field, and its accoutrement were a display of unimaginable comfort.
Everything was off-white in color including the five Sterling Swarovski Crystal chandeliers dangling smartly all in a row from the ceiling.
Ignoring the beyond-extravagant opulence around her, Isabella’s mind raced. She took deep breaths and centered her core.
Then, she prayed.
A few moments later…
…as if in answer to her prayer, the massive flaming twelve-meter sword Isabella guarded/carried about in her blood stream, materialized on its own!
The giant sword then suddenly adapted itself to fit inside the box of salt, Isabella carried.
And then, with no fanfare, suddenly, Isabella saw in her mind’s eye, the entirety of the events that were about to unfold relative to closing The Door. It was as if she had received some sort of Divine download in pictures only..
Isabella shook her head to clear her thoughts—digesting mentally what she had just “received” spiritually.
She felt that she was “shown” the plan so that she would be on her a-game. And of course, to keep the details secret from her new “ally,” Mr. Tracer (Maatu) currently awaiting her return in the hotel’s Emergency Exit stairwell.
Still cloistered in the impressive washroom ensuite Isabella outlined what troubled her most about her new “ally.” She spoke out loud softly:-
“Mr. Tracer or assassin or whomever you are, I believe, you Sir have a big secret.
My late grandmother knew a thing or two about one subject in particular: immortals that should not exist.
These immortals are humans kept alive by allegedly unbreakable spells where one life was offered up to Molech in the place of a dying child.
And, imagine that, of all the people she and I knew, my late grandmother Clemora showed me you in that vision in the suite before my recent firey exit through the hotel window.
I believe that my late grandmother was warning me, that I should not trust you Mr. Tracer (Maatu)…And trust you I shall not!”
Meanwhile, at the penthouse suite Burj Al Arab…
“Athena, come, come!” said Aunt Virginia snapping her fingers while she spoke.
Athena rushed to her side, her speed causing her running shoes to squeak loudly on the marble tiles, as she stopped abruptly at Aunt Virginia’s bedside table.
“I feel the darkness in the energy in the atmosphere. We should pack up and leave quickly. But, first. What news of Old Sisyphus and the kill order for my former employee, the lovely Isabella, aka Ms. Navigator?”
“Oh yes, that…uh…Well…”
“Speak up, woman..” Chided Aunt Virginia as Athena hesitated further.
“We lost satellite contact with the high-tech goggles he carried when an unexplained fire partially gutted “The Company’s” fifth-floor safe house suite at Jumeirah Al Naseem Southeby hotel.”
“What? A fire! What kind of fire, any reports of injuries, witnesses?”
“Well, yes there were many witnesses actually. From the news reports and from Social media…All of the witnesses claimed to have seen the same thing…I think Ms. Navigator is still alive. Apparently, she escaped the flames through a window rolled up in an area rug.”
“Did you say area rug?”
“So, my generous benefactor who granted me fame, fortune, and beauty did play his hand. He promised me that I could finish her off; but, he had been planning to do so himself all along. He duped me!”
“Ah, Ma’am pardon my er…insolence but when you deal with Him, The Deceiver as he is commonly known, and the Legion that do his bidding in the spirit realms, how can you expect honesty?”
“Oh be quiet, Athena. If I wanted a sermon insulting my mistakes, I would phone one of my Ex-husbands, thank you!”
“Summon him. I made a deal with Him, and at great cost. I want to speak to him, Now!”
Nervously, Athena donned her witch’s cloak and poured out salt from the small dispenser on the nightstand. Carefully, she sprinkled the salt in the secret shape of the ancient spell casters and stood inside the now-enchanted Cross of Iona outlined in salt.
As suddenly as the enchantment began. It stopped!
There was a darkness in the eerie silence that followed. The smell of death was palpable. It enveloped the spaces around the two women. They were suddenly terrified.
Not one to be shaken easily, Aunt Virginia asked nervously, her voice, suddenly quite feeble, echoed none of its usual cheeky bravadoes-
“What just happened?”
“He, I mean, Dark Lord Morning Star, son of The Dawn, said: “Who are you to summon me? You will pay for your disrespect!“
“Oh, I have a really bad feeling about this. We must leave immediately, Athena. Come, come help me pack quickly. Call the Concierge we need a taxi to the airport. Now!”
The two women frantically rushed about the lavish suite packing small suitcases with travel essentials.
Neither one of them remembered that the spell Athena cast to the Dark Lord’s realms was still held open, nor that the salt-outlined Cross of Iona was still enchanted.
Therefore, when the curiously handsome severed humanoid head appeared behind them from inside the still-enchanted Cross of Iona, Aunt Virginia and Athena did not see what happened next…
Suddenly, the posh hotel room changed entirely.
The vortex Athena had opened, had transported them to a strange land, courtesy of the severed head’s dark ability to expand innocently casted magic into true evil (spiritual wickedness in the heavenly realms).
In this strange land, Aunt Virginia could see everything but she could not move.
While Athena could move but she could see.
The two women struggled to hold on to each other trying to get their bearings and keep their footing on the rocky terrain. Its arid petrichor wafted to the two women’s nostrils; it was a dry barren heat that had not experienced rain in eons.
Suddenly a great rumble in the sky caught Aunt Virginia’s attention…
Fire rained from heaven hurled by two massive angels dressed in white. The fire consumed two areas that looked like they were once great cities now charred and burned-out gullies.
“What the heck is this place…how did we?”
“Oh, no Athena, you did not close the enchanted vortex you opened to Him!”
“I am sorry Ma’am. I panicked. You know how His voice vibrates when he speaks. I was distracted.”
“Never mind apologies. Can you get us…”
Before Aunt Virginia could finish her sentence, or Athena formulate her reply, the two women turned into (became) the salt flats that encircle the barren edge of a place that recent archaeological finds suggest where the fabled twin cities— Soddom and Gomorrah…
“****To Be Continued Next Sunday****