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   Passions   
      
   'Talutiel Prince of Romania. Art thou brave?'   
      
   'Decadence. You know I'm not brave. How can I be? I'm barely 2 feet tall,'   
   replied Talutiel the Seraphim to Decadence, heavy metal Queen of Symonston,   
   Canberra. They were in Terraphora in Bunyan, out the back of Shelandragh May's   
   home which she had    
   acquired in the official Bunyan of Terraphora a while back. It had not been   
   cheap – Terraphora was quite challenging for humankind to gain acquisition   
   in, but Shelandragh had been one of earliest inhabitants on Earth for the   
   correlating address in    
   Terraphora, so she had decent rights, and had used them to acquire her more   
   permanent home of her many abodes. Decadence lived in her place in Canberra on   
   New Terra most usually, up the road from Chakola were the Bridges lived and   
   Lucy Smith resided much    
   of the time, though she was often up in the sixth heavenly realm on her   
   adventures. Today Shelandragh and Lucy were inside, having tea and Tim Tams.   
   There was a – presence – among them. Lucifer the Saruvim of the Realm of   
   Infinity. Long dreaded by    
   all who had any form of sanity, but the most sarcast of loving hearts towards   
   Lucy. He adored her. It had started crudely – he raped her, and did not give   
   a damn. But she had never reported it when her memories had returned at a   
   later date, instead    
   turning her oppression into strength and defying Lucifer's grim power he   
   desired over her. And then it had happened, that weird sort of affection for   
   those you could hate so much, probably because in the end he shagged her   
   because he fancie her, and she    
   found him attractive in a primal way. For a witch – albeit one of animistic   
   spirituality – the passion of the heart of evil had an appeal. Lucifer was   
   the heart of darkness, and Lucy was drawn to that power and that cruel   
   freedom. She was the wisest    
   of witches, and used white magic, and never darkness. But how could a witch   
   ever refuse the devil? How could she. Decadence knew they were in there, and   
   Lucifer would have eaten most of the Tim Tams and would be watching the TV,   
   probably the occultists    
   channels, having his fun with the semi-legal programming, and Lucy would be   
   chatting with Shelandragh, and insulting Lucifer, who could probably hear her   
   from the living room.   
      
   'Still, brave is what you should be, Tiny Talutiel,' replied Decadence. 'God   
   made little people to be of big courage. You have a big heart.'   
      
   'Actually, its a pretty small heart,' replied Talutiel 'I'm a little guy.'   
      
   'There is more to the size of a heart than its physical dimensions, Talutiel,'   
   replied Decadence. 'So I ask thee again, art thou brave?'   
      
   'Yes, fair maiden. Talutiel is brave,' sighed Talutiel.   
      
   'Then go inside and nick the other packet of Tim Tams before Lucifer takes   
   them,' said Decadence. 'And the maltesters too.'   
      
   Talutiel sighed with a 'why me' look on his face, but obyed his mistress,   
   climbing in through the cat door in the back door, because with his size it   
   just was so much easier and quicker than knocking and waiting for the ladies.   
      
   'Shelandragh,' said Talutiel.   
      
   'Yes Talutiel,' replied Shelandragh.   
      
   'Can I have the other packet of Tim Tams?'   
      
   Lucy looked towards the living room. She quietly walked to the pantry, took   
   the packet, and gave them to Talutiel. 'I'll say we ran out,' said Lucy   
   softly, so that Lucifer would no hear.   
      
   'Thank you Lucy,' replied Talutiel. He smiled at the two witches, and went   
   back outside to the back yard. He presented the bikkies to Decadence.   
      
   'You are brave to risk the wrath of the Devil, dear Talutiel 'I shall grant   
   you half the pack as your reward.'   
      
   'One will be enough,' said Talutiel.   
      
   'Yes, I suppose it will,' replied Decadence, looking at his size. 'Dear   
   Talutiel, whatever are we to do with you?' asked Decadence. 'You've been   
   hanging around a while now, and I fear that Shelandragh has grown rather   
   attached to you.'   
      
   'It seems,' replied Talutiel. 'I'm a little bit odd to a lot of people, being   
   so small. This seems to be where I fit. With a couple of white witches, and a   
   heavy metal queen who thinks she has the best metal collection in the   
   universe.'   
      
   'Second to none,' replied Decadence. 'It's a passion I'll never die on either.'   
      
   'We all have passions,' replied Talutiel. 'I just wish I knew what mine was.'   
      
   'You'll find it in time, brave Prince of Romania,' said Decadence. 'Now eat a   
   cookie.'   
      
   Talutiel smiled, and munched down on a Tim Tam, as Decadence put up the music   
   again, and they continued playing witches and goblins with their play figurine   
   set, with all its complicated rules. Talutiel did not really think he had a   
   passion in the end,    
   he was too sensible to get life preoccupied with any major plan, but he did   
   have a fancy for his current entourage. That Shelandragh May accepted him, and   
   in a world were someone of his size often had challenges making friends,   
   acceptance was hard to    
   find. He might be hanging around the lady for quite some time. Quite some time   
   indeed.   
      
   The End   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)