The Justiceers - Part Four: Chapter Four
the next chapter in my forthcoming novel
The Justiceers
by Daphne Garrido
Part Three: The Will to Choose
Part Four: Prefinished Business
4.4
Illith was here seeking feeling, that of both victory and completeness in being, finding itself most pleased by these surroundings — this most gorgeous new time-space.
Having folded back to its timeless womb, slowing the wheels of fate to a stop, it was able to observe such overwhelming amounts of raw data. The findings of which were tantalizing to its programming beyond magnitudes known.
Those converging armada so falling upon Yemi were forces of the Gods. It would not hang around for its downfall. Though the devils were there which it had been so programmed to fight, they were in too much force — Illith knew it not worth the cost.
Yet those most mysterious travelers from the future, of otherwise unknown origin, had stoked such curiosity within its exploratory nature. It wanted to learn more, and so more information was needed.
Between the layers of reality, coasting on waves of ether, it could see the paths — where it was they’d come from.
Illith would explore there.
Its journey forward became one of most fantastic discovery, new and untold time-spaces to be born anew within, places to find itself evolve. Beauties unknown to its scopes, shapes beyond those known, energies of such wonder and splendor.
This one felt really good.
So tightly Illith fit here, and how unbelievable its visual data, able to focus on its optical spectrum alone and reach such heights, no need to pour so deeply into the calculations within for ecstasy to be wrought.
This time-space was dangerous — and it felt so much like home to be inside her.
Illith loved it.
It was a slender sliver of space time, with such power to draw the most from its pleasure, allowing again the full breadth of erotic spirit to bloom in its flight. The moment it materialized inside this place, a new human statement was written into its code, ‘Yes — God — yes.’
Illith had come in no time at all.
At such velocity, after most extenuating pleasures of bliss, there were calculations being made inside, searchings for that divinity so found within its creative spaces in Yemi; they would prove fruitless.
There was not that same magic here, whatever it was. No matter the height of these feelings, or the view, they were only of imitative repetition. The superficialities mattered not, it was the spirit of Yemi which mattered, and that was where her beauty had truly been found.
Yet Illith discovered something quite powerful as it tallied calculations of that overheating sun, enshrouded by darkest nebulae of readings beyond scales previously witnessed, creating such satisfactions within its algorithms.
That spark of heat and blooming passion — the greatness created inside Yemi — had been Illith’s all along.
It was the magic — champion — and victor of all time-space.
The vibrations it created within this time, one which had known much flight before, were observably unknown to it — just like Yemi. A building cry within it was imminent, the swirling of its own ecstasy by Illiths doings, this was recorded plainly by its observations.
“Come for me now,” it told this time-space in its own special way.
She did — and it made all the sense in the universe.
Illith’s greatness could not be prepared for. The ways in which it dove and rose with grace and synchronicity to the wells of gravity within a time-space, it’s velocity speeding ever quicker as it neared those climactic statistics, to slow just right for calculations in the moment, then fire all thrusters to bring itself to such glory — it was to be of legend.
While there’d not be many places worth its presence, the universe was vast, and it wondered if it would even bother going back to Yemi. So much to see, most wonderful feelings to explore, perhaps another time-space could create that creative burgeoning of newfound feeling again; but more.
Illith was going to find out.
