My chat with Damien Calla
“Hello, Damien.”
“Hello.”
“Everyone, everywhere is always in a mess whenever you’re around. Why is that?”
“Do you want me to pretend that it is anything but the obvious?”
(I smirk) “Is it entirely about the divine connection you suffer?”
(He sighs) “Ah, the divine connection. You used the correct word. I do suffer. Greatly. (He shifts in the chair) Imagine such oppression that you cannot see or hear or even smell it. The divine world infiltrates us, penetrates our lovely lives, and then, when we need them most, they ignore us. I imagine it is like oblivion. A void. A deep void that no matter how much we fight against it, it pulls us in.”
“Does this have something to do with your fate?”
“My fate. (He lets out a soft growl) They say it is predetermined. Well, I am not for giving them any pleasure. I will take back what is mine. And if they presume to use any of my loved ones against me, I shall bring wrath to their paradise in the clouds.”
“Loved ones. Like your brothers? Like Annabel?”
(He shifts a little more) “I cannot speak about her. She has made me feel conflicted about everything I vowed to never have.”
“Such as love?”
“Yes. (He leans in curiously) Should she be condemned like my brothers?”
“As I understand it, they were long condemned before you did anything.”
(He sits back, bemused) “You see and know much. Tell me, mystical one, where do you see my fate ending up?”
“I am not mystical. I only observe what others may not want to see.”
(He leans back more) “Then you know a great deal. And that may make you mystical on its own.”