A note from the author- you can totally kill me if you want for posting this chapter so late but the sad part is that such delay might continue due to the situation i am in now. Thank you for reading my story. Please make sure you read the former chapters to understand the story better. Here we go!
‘In the gnostic mythology,milady, a Barbēlō is often depicted as a supreme female principle, the single passive antecedent of creation in its manifoldness. The emanation of Barbēlō may be said to function as an intermediary generative aspect of the Divine, or as an abstraction of the generative aspect of the Divine through its Fullness. The most transcendent hidden invisible Spirit is not depicted as actively participating in creation. This significance is reflected both in her apparent androgyny (reinforced by several of her given epithets), and in the name Barbēlō itself. To be not very prolix milady, Barbelo is simply an angel, angel of goodness, an angel who is also symbolised as the bearer of fertility and child birth. She stands at the apex of the female angels in theology!’
‘I see, so basically everything about her is positive!’
‘Yes milady!’
‘Erika!’
‘Yes Gerard!’
‘Please allow me inside your room Erika!’
‘Why not! Aunt Amber, you may leave and let Gerard inside.’
‘Yes milady!’
‘Thank you for enlightening me Aunt Amber!’
‘It is an honour milady!’
Amber, the oldest maid of the Plath house, gracefully walked towards the door and opened it for the highly agitated Gerard. She gave him a look which was enigmatic and esoteric, certainly something which was indicating towards a new trouble.
‘Miss Amber, what were you and Erika talking about?’
‘Nothing much, i was just quenching her thirst for knowledge.’
‘Knowledge about what exactly?’
‘Apparently the Mythical Barbelo!’
All blood had drained from his face upon hearing that. He gulped and entered Erika’s room, frightened. His expressions were rather forlorn.
‘For goodness Gerard! What the hell is wrong with you today! I was just curious about something that’s all!’
‘Where?’
‘Where what!?’
‘When?’
‘When what Gerard!’
‘How?’
‘Would you tide over the monosyllable questions please and come to the point!?’
‘Why do you know that word Erika?’
Gerard’s voice was just a notch lower than a thunderstorm. He was sweating heavily, his eyes red with rage and a complexion that reeked of anger. Erika had seen him before like that, that is whenever she made a mistake and was very well aware about her wrong actions, though knowing the very fact that you are about to commit a mistake and yet doing it doesn’t make it a mistake, it translates into foolishness. But right now, she had no idea as to what she did was wrong to aggravate Gerard’s anger to such an extent.
‘Why? Well your lovely cousin called me that!’
‘Cordelia!?’
‘Yes.’
Gerard gaped at her while her confusion escalated further. She never liked him this way but earlier she would accept it knowing that she deserved it but right now things were very different from the usual. This situation was odd.
‘May i ask you something Gerard!’
‘Yes.’
‘Is it me or or your hair seems orange in colour,’
‘What the fuck!’
He leaped towards the mirror at once and saw the same old black hair on his head but what was more relieving a sight was the one he saw when he turned towards Erika. Her hair flew around her face like the sun rays exuding from the sun as she sat their brimming with mirth and laughter.She is the sunshine, the light. She is beautiful like the jubilant rising sun. *i love her, no wait*
‘Gerard!’
Her call interrupted his contradicting thought process. He looked at her with painful eyes. *i don’t want to lose her. I want to protect her. Our fates are against us but i wish to love her and cherish her and celebrate her*
‘Gerard! What are you thinking my darling nuthead!’
She leaped out of bed and walked towards him and as the distance between them decreased, their heart-rates increased. The longing love that hung in silence was appalling. They hated their situation. Love yet no love. Yet this time, Gerard didn’t stop. He needed her right now. She finally stood in front of him with nothing but their clothes debarring their physical contact. Their eyes locked into each other’s. Intensity of their gaze could set the universe ablaze and as they stood their, wordless, a sudden yearning prevailed their senses and tears rolled down his eyes. She wiped away his tears with her fingers while absorbing his sorrow thoroughly.
‘Gerard! I LOVE YOU’
She shines forth like the resplendent rising sun
Hallucinations of an angel 