LP Love Story 10

I woke up once more, my eyelids still heavy with the passing from conscious to sleeping. Two glowing red eyes watched over me, something I had grown more accustomed to than randomly falling asleep. Instead of just staring they seemed to light up. The man that owned those eyes was pleased with something, and usually, that didn't mean anything good.

"You are leaving today, Itkalis," he growled calmly. His voice wasn't truly harsh, but seasoned with a large dose of hatred. He didn't ever pretend to care, and that was what made him genuine. The large horns on his head, gleaming red eyes with no pupils, and large set of six wings didn't detract from his natural beauty. The fact that he came into my room-well, whoever's room he said this was-covered in various organs and bone dust did take away some appeal.

"And where am I going?" I asked, forcing my eyes to open fully amidst a large yawn. He didn't say much in response as he rummaged around for something in a desk drawer. I cleared my throat and his attention turned to me.

"Lucifer left something here and wants you to return it to him. Then you'll head off to Earth in the past. Nothing special, just do what you are told, and get out of his room; he wants to wash the sheets. Created everything alive, and is scared to death of dirt…" the demon host replied. I shrugged, confused as to what he meant.

"Earth in the past? Like an Alternate Earth?" I inquired. "You know, like LP's alternate Manhattan? Or maybe something better?"

"Damn it! You ask way too many questions, woman! Ask Lucifer when you get to Spain or something; I am running a delivery for him, so be glad I won't eat you alive, and don't look at me like a mother!" the Devil shouted. His voice became menacing when I smiled at him.

"Do you even have a mother, Satan?" I asked him. I apparently activated his ignore button because he said nothing more to me while he looked for his-Lucifer's whatever. After a moment he turned back to me and tossed a crystal in my direction. When I caught it I realized it was a chunk of solid Mithril: pure, natural, unrivaled metal. My eyes grew wide at the sight of it glistening in the dark.

"Now get out, you have worn out your welcome, and tell that lover of yours to design his own tattoos," Satan stated, pointing me towards a portal.

"Thanks for your…hospitality, if you can call it that," I replied. After he smirked at me I walked through the supplied exit. Being stuck in a vacuum had to be more pleasant than doing time travel on Lucifer's schedule. Light speed was meant for light, auras, and spaceships; not humanoids.

"IZ, you have to be quicker about getting from place to place! I am already running late and things can't get much more hectic! Do you have that rock I asked for?" Lucifer stated. He was pacing quickly, his bright blond hair bouncing down his back in a tight braid.

"You call it a rock…I call it worthy of worship," I responded. He took the Mithril from me as soon as I held it out. After a moment of staring at it, he handed it back to me.

"Good, he found the right one. Keep this with you, the boat ride is going to be worse than Hell, and you'll probably want something to do to pass the time…LP will be able to identify you by this, if he can't already identify you, things changing a lot…and make sure when you two meet up he gives proper praise to the sun! Now go!" Lucifer cried out, instantly throwing me into a body covered in armor.

Spain, I thought, running my hands through my now blonde hair. What era of forgotten time is this? And why am I cross-dressing in public? Hell, why am I cross-dressing period?

"Silence!" a familiar voice shouted. My mind went to a variety of curse words in the Speech and when the cold eyes met mine, I knew the boat ride was going to make several millennia in Hell look fun.

The man wasn't Michael, but Cortez. Michael had become a coward, apparently, forcing his little pawns to do the work while he waited to gather the glory. I could feel something worse than Michael's usual deeds though. Then it dawned on me-I could feel things again.

Cortez was nothing short of a pre-civilized Hitler. Granted, there were no bald Nazis running around and no major gassing rooms, but his Conquistadors proved history a redundant game. We-the Spaniards-were commanded to board the ships carrying us to our destination. A new world; a place to discover, conquer, and gain. A load of bullshit, in my opinion.

I decided to do research and cheat a little, looking ahead to see who we would be defeating. Aztecs, Incans, Mayans, and many other small tribes were on the menu for the Conquistadors-we specifically were to take out the Aztecs. I had heard of them before, somewhere, but my memory wasn't quite up to par. Apparently my Hellish slumber had not worn off completely.

"Reyes, Cortez wishes to speak with you, get to the cabin now, compañero," a young soldier called out. His name was Adana and he was extremely cheerful and compassionate. So this means my name is Reyes. Glad someone told me before I had to wing it.

"Si, Adana, iré en este momento!" I replied. I was suddenly glad to know Spanish, though the Speech could have carried me through if I had not. Languages were fun, but I knew the mother, the carrier of them all, and had recently learned that the Speech I knew was not in fact the original…confusing, but fascinating. Where did I learn that though? I have been asleep in Hell, and Satan didn't speak enough for me to have remembered that. I must have dreamt it, maybe it isn't really true. I shrugged and walked to Cortez's cabin as told.

"Capitán?" I muttered. My voice was fragile but male. I wasn't pretending to be a man after all.

"Reyes, mi compañero, habla Inglés?" Cortez asked calmly. I nodded.

"Yes sir, I speak English well," I replied, "They teach many languages in Salamanca, as you know. I learned much more in Hispaniola, from traders and prisoners."

"Good, then I can talk to you privately but still be in front of the people. What do you know of the New World, Reyes?" he questioned. His eyes looked at me, colder than usual. I was unsure of how to answer him. If Michael was controlling him, lying would be useless, but if it was only an influence, I could delay an invasion. Decisions are such a bitch.

"I know there are people there, different people than us. They have dark skin, dark hair, and dark eyes. The travelers call them Indians, but I do not believe we have found India, but a new place-hence why it is called the New World, mi Capitán," I stated, watching his eyes read my lips with hunger. I continued, trying to protect myself and what I could of the Aztecs. "The Indians there are poorly armed; they have tiny weapons, arrows and bows, like many of the tribal peoples, and rely on stealth, alliances, and nature to save them, alongside their pagan beliefs. They are not civilized like we are-sacrifices, ceremonies, and prophecies guide their actions. They have likely never seen a horse, or armor, or creatures that resemble us, so their ignorancia should be to our advantage." Or maybe your death. You never can tell what to expect from those you judge before you attack. Their gods might just stop you; I'm confident miracles happen for people that don't worship Christ. They just respect them more and don't give pretentious thanks for their blessings.

"Do you hold doubt for our endeavors, Reyes?" the leader whispered. I shook my head quickly. I was sure he had heard my thoughts-Michael often heard what I thought; why would his toy be any different?

"No, no sir, I wouldn't doubt our abilities ever, we are-" His lips pressed into mine. I couldn't move or protest. I am not supposed to be with you…I cannot be with you. Too many people count on me to be with them, not you…LP…I have to stay away from you for him! My mind shouted but my body disagreed. Cortez's hand ran under the chainmail I was wearing and my skin trembled where he touched it. A loud knock on the door saved me from committing a crime I would never forgive.

"Mi zagal, no perderé usted, comprende?" Cortez muttered, pulling his hands back to his body. His breath left my lips and he shoved me towards the door.

"Capitán? Capitán?! Tierra, Capitán!"

I ran out of the room, my face flushed. I heard laughter behind me that was too familiar. My body ran from the deck of the ship down into the soldier's cabins and crashed on a cot that was undoubtedly my own.

"Reyes, usted bien?" a quiet voice asked. I didn't know the voice-I felt it more than I heard it. I refused to respond as my hand clutched the chunk of Mithril Lucifer had given me earlier. The sounds above the deck were of the sails being lowered and excited cheers from tired workers. Home…I just want to go home before creation existed, before things could really hurt. I want to go back to Timeheart and play with little people inside vials. I want to hold my short redhead and laugh-I want my gift back. People abuse my gift! I want to go home and cry for hours, letting dad comfort me. I want to be off this stupid boat and on solid land, away from possessive jerks that like to fondle teenage boys!

IZ, calm down. You know you aren't really a teenage boy, and you were not going to be cheating on LP. I understand why you have a complex about that, but IZ, you didn't want it, so relax. I'll set up some boundaries to make sure you and he don't cross paths like that again…but make sure you take that rock onshore, LP is going to need it a lot. Well, both of you will, but I can't say anything else or I risk changing the entire progression of things…Sorry!

"Lucifer…you idiot. Why are you the Everything?" I stated aloud. My mind was comforted by knowing a blond genius was watching over me. I opened my eyes to see Adana staring at me confused.

"Reyes, you okay? Praying to the Demon Lord isn't getting you out of this alive…it is bad luck, you know?" he chided softly. I laughed.

"I must've hit my head, praying to the Demons, Adana," I chuckled. I could hear Lucifer cursing at me in the back of my mind, and it made the moment of peace much more worthwhile.

"Reyes, if we sneak off now, we can meet new people! I hear the natives are very strong and agile…you do want to meet them too? Delante de ellos muérarse, sí?"

I nodded and we began planning our own adventure. Adana laughed a lot as I told him of what we might encounter. He commented that my imagination was wild. I smiled and nodded, though I knew my 'imagination' was actually history. After a bit of hashing out details, we implemented our plan.

Adana created a distraction by letting loose several cockroaches in the cabins. The noble warriors of Cortez all flailed about and ran for cover as the innocent little bugs scurried towards a suitable home.

Thank you all for that, I whispered in the Speech.

No problem, Creator of Love, just make sure we get someone out there who cares for us someday, please?

Absolutely!

I snuck off quickly, Adana tight on my heels. The clanking of our armor didn't seem too loud until we heard the bushes move nearby. Adana froze with fear.

"Reyes, no me gusta…no me gusta…" he mumbled. Adana cringed as several arrows clanged on our armor.

"Stop attacking us and we can help you!" I yelled in the Speech. I was suddenly curious as to what language Adana heard me-he was fluent in both English and Spanish, so what language did the Speech convert to in his mind? Adana began yelping as the natives examined his clothing.

"Montezuma needs to see this, jaguar brothers. Our god Mictlantecuhtle told us truth! Cortez has come, and he sent warriors to kill us!"

"Yes, we should take them now; Mictlantecuhtle will gladly see his liar brother fall!"

The two men continued to speak in Nahuatl until I finally began screaming at them in their native tongue.

"I am not a liar, nor am I any god's brother! You-both of you, can be glad to see me fall, but Death will gladly hold me when I do! He loves me, you idiots!"

Adana stared at me like I was possessed by the Demons he imagined, his hand clutching a silver crucifix hung around his neck. My eyes were wild with fury; each thing in nature responding to my distress. Adana looked at me one last time before he fell to the ground, dead, a tribal knife being the reaper. I growled deeply, the trees beginning to glow with my anger. The two Aztecs took off running, screaming things to their party of 'evil' arriving.

I sat down and cried. LP didn't come see Adana. He didn't come see me. I was alone, but I was still furious. Lifting the rock to my lips and kissing the sea salt off of it made my tears fall faster. There had been a river so much like this place in Timeheart. Home was so full of life, the temples, jungles, volcanoes, rivers all harmoniously coinciding. Timeheart had been my home billions of years before. Had been, I reminded myself as battle cries sounded out amongst heavy gunfire.

I found myself watching the sun set and rise with no comfort coming to my aid. My lips often touched the rock in hopes for something to sweep me away. My hopes weren't fulfilled as I expected them to be, but unlike most other times they were not slaughtered.

I walked along the shore slowly as the death count rose with the tides. My mind wandered from places in the past to those of the future. Mindlessly I followed a small creek to a newly formed lake. I saw a small calendar made by Aztec people and noticed the tick marks in it. They represented how much time had passed from the day the Conquistadors-the people I was supposed to be fighting alongside-arrived to invade. I counted the dashes slowly, totaling thirty-two when tribal shouts sounded.

A young Jaguar, an Aztec warrior elite, came and grabbed me screaming that I was to be taken to Death. I jerked my arm away from him, nearly breaking his in the rejection. A bullet from an AK-47-wait, Aztecs didn't have machine guns-whizzed by my ear. I expected a sharp ting or chunk of wood to break from a tree. When an explosion sounded loudly, I was suddenly confident again.

Dark Matter explosions? Only a few men I know can control it-only one I know can compact it and use it destructively. So LP cheated and took weapons from the future to change the past…cute.

"You have to come with us now!" The Jaguar shouted, tugging on my arm again, his own hands trembling. His Nahuatl had a tinge of the Speech in it-Michael wasn't here nor was he in control. Michael was about to have his ass kicked again!

"LP!!" I screamed. My heart was pounding as Cortez fired a wayward shot at the leader of the Aztecs. I watched in smug content as the man I was desperately searching for held up his palm. The bullet slowed down, then stopped in mid-air. I could hear the trees and stones shouting gladly that the war was over.

The same warrior began struggling to tie me up and I fought him vigorously. He was not pleased to see a Conquistador winning a fight.

"My Lord Montezuma," LP said spitefully. "Let us show Cortez and whatever of his warriors yet live what we do to prisoners of war."

I nearly laughed as I watched the pale sex addict drug up the sacrificial stairs. The Jaguar warrior began trying to tie me again, so I landed a fist in his face.

"LP!!" I screamed in the Speech hoping he would actually notice me this time. I often wondered what he saw from behind those deep reddish-brown eyes. When his gaze came upon me and a flustered young Aztec he smiled his cheesy grin-which looked even funnier because of the tribal tattoos all over him.

"…except for that one. That one I shall take with me back to Teotihuacán," he stated firmly. Then he walked down the stairs with his smile-once again we were back together.