“Yeah, maybe it’s possible,” Jay says softly. I’m not sure he really did believe but it helped to hear it. The Twins consulted each other silently then they signaled that they would help. We all turned to Ameana.
“I think this is a waste of time. You cannot cast out a Dy. It’s a death sentence for the person it’s inside of. But fine, I will help.”
I could actually feel the relief flowing through Marcus’s body.
Rio then quietly asks the question that Marcus has been torturing himself with.
“We’re willing to help Emmy but if all our efforts fail, are you willing to do what needs to be done?”
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So here we are in the living room a month later and we are no closer to finding a way to save me. I keep helping Marcus search because he needed me to do it. In truth, I’d rather be off somewhere else.
Marcus interrupts my thoughts by asking if I think there is any truth to the story of “Blue Rain.” I tell him no but he insists on repeating the Para fable for the millionth time. It’s a story about Isis, a Para Angel, and Demetri, a demon. The two of them fell in love. The Council forbid them to unite, fearing it would throw off the balance of good and evil.
“One evening, Isis and Demetri fled their homes and met here on earth. The Council sent the Omari after them. They were sought-after fugitives. They ran to the ends of the earth but still the Omari tracked them down.
That’s when they learned a shocking secret. Isis had given birth to triplets, three girls who were half demon, half Para. The news of the three sisters traveled throughout the Angel world. Furious with the potential danger to the balance of the world, the Council devised a plan: They made an Amulet containing unrivaled power and they told Demetri he could have the Amulet if he found the key.
They then broke the key in three pieces. Each of the babies had a Dy cast on them containing a piece of the key. The only way for Demetri to open the Amulet and gain infinite power was to kill all three of his children.
Weeks afterward, the Council checked to see if Demetri had given into his natural instinct and destroyed the babies. But so far Demetri had not given into temptation. The Council grew weary and once again Isis and Demetri were being hunted down.
One day Isis came home to find all three cribs empty. Demetri was gone. So was the Amulet. Isis, having lost her children and the love of her life, began to cry. Her heartbreak was so powerful, so pure in its sadness, she did something no Angel had ever done before. She cried.
It’s said her grief was so strong, it pulled the blue out of the sky and poured itself into millions of raindrops. It rained a blue rain for forty days and forty nights. A group of Para Angels, helmed by their then-leader, Noah, built the ark to help humans take shelter.
When Atourum learned that Demetri now had power, she sent Demons to destroy him in fear he would someday overtake her.
It’s said that in the end, Isis cried herself to death. And when it’s a bright sunny day but a sudden burst of rain appears, it’s the heaven’s dedication to Isis.”
“That story gets sadder every time I hear it,” I tell him.
“Now Angels just use her story as an expression: Yeah, I like so and so but it’s not blue rain.”
“Oh, so…am I blue rain worthy?” I ask teasingly.
He used to pull me close and hold me when I would joke around like that. Now, he tells me to be serious and focus. I resigned to the new “all business” version of Marcus.
“I guess the Council always hated couples, huh?” I ask.
“They’re real serious about maintaining balance.”
“But they tempted Demetri. If they hadn’t, he would have still been with Isis.”
“That’s a point Para Angels argue about in bars all over Daraquin.”
“I didn’t know the City of Paras had a bar.”
“Yeah, the Coy keeps flowing.”
“Have you ever been to one?”
“No, I always wanted to.”
“So, let’s go.”
“Go where?”
“Daraquin.”
“Emmy, be serious.”
I am serious. I am going to lose my life in a few weeks and I just want to spend as much time as I can with you. Please, please stop trying to fight the inevitable...
I want so much to say my thoughts out loud, but I know it will only upset him. So once again, I play along.
“So what is it about this story that you think could help?”
“The Amulet. If it’s still around, maybe it will give me enough power to somehow get the Dy out of you.”
“It’s just a story. It’s not real.”
“Noah’s real. He was at the Summit.”
“It’s a fable. Some parts are true and some aren’t. I mean blue rain? C’mon. How strong would your pain have to be to drain the blue from the sky?”