Muninn & Huginn

With a startled cry, Lilin awoke alone in ‘his’ bed. In a different life, she was a Lady of Gehenna and a shadow succubus, who was in love with a new kid sister he just met last night. The memories of Lilin’s past lives illustrated that ‘love’ was definitively illogical and irrational. It was also completely alien to her ego.

“Ooohhhwww…!…”

What exacerbated the trauma of this scenario is Lilin striking his head against the slanted roof of his bedroom. Mysteriously, accepting that ‘she’ now possessed a male body went without question. He simply was free of a want to change to anyone else.

The spike of pain that lances through Lilin’s skull left him rubbing the sore, as he grabbed his box’mod for vaping and went outside on the balcony. Vaping is fundamentally different than smoking. Yet, Sam still bought into the religious dogma against it. Dogma that failed to have any empirical evidence vetted with the scientific method, to say that they were even related.

Yet even the service-to-others act of vaping outside on the balcony, failed to come to Lilin’s attention. Instead his mind was focused on remembering a stark and vivid dream he had before awaking. A dream of where he was talking with two crows.

Having a conversation with the birds was only one of the weird traits of Lilin’s Dream. What was even more excitable was that he somehow knew their names were Huginn and Muninn. That was all though, that his dream self innately knew about them.

Two points of interest, after a few drags of vaping from the box’mod, spark abruptly in the mind of Lilin. One, he was physically seeing two crows sitting on the railing of the balcony. The second, was that he was smoking some sort of mind altering substance.

‘Remember John, you have a choice. Either run, and let Tomás de Torquemada kill your sister. Or stay and protect her and newly gestating life within her.’ The crows mentally communicated to Lilin.

“my name is Lilin…” was the only thing he could think of, but the crows failed to reply. Instead Muninn and Huginn, stretched their wings and launched into the air.

From behind, the pleasant voice of Sam’s questioned “John…?… Who are you talking to? Who is Lilin?” The last question was asked with a fair amount of jealous heat in her timbre.

Without much thought, Lilin abbreviated the truth. “A name I go by, so nothing to be jealous of, love.”

Reaching out, Lilin wraps his arm around Sam’s lithe but svelte waist and affectionately pulled her to him. She let her body be shifted closer to her brother, turned lover. The strangeness of their relationship was evident in her mannerisms. However, she wanted to show her approval of his answer.

The family knew of John’s womanizing past, and never made an issue of it. Yet, that was before he fucked Sam senseless the previous night.