No Good Deed

No Good Deed by Jerry Jackson Read Free Book Online

Book: No Good Deed by Jerry Jackson Read Free Book Online
Authors: Jerry Jackson
about,” and Alister, true to form, took Lady Seer into his arms, dipped her so that he was over her and he was looking deep into her eyes. As he stared into them he almost could not get the words out, “I, I’ve always wondered what it would be like to kiss a goddess.”
    Unsurprised by his request, Lady Seer began to change form, assume every possible woman he could imagine. Fair skin to dark skin from white, to black, to yellow, brown, blue, and orange, long hair to short, blond brunette, redhead, bluehead, and bald, straight to kinky. Every possible combo was displayed. “Pick one.” Alister settled on long black hair, tanned skin, deep red eyes, slender but with a nice chest. “Make it count.” Alister kissed her, deep and long.
    Almost instantly, he felt himself transported away. Everything fell away before him and he was in the stars. They swirled about them first slowly, then picking up speed. He felt warm and tingles ran down his spine. He thought he was in control. He wanted to release but realized he could not, so he went with it. He saw the end of the world, and he saw the beginning. He heated up even more, then everything went totally dark, the pure light surrounded him. He felt like an eternity had passed.
    In the real world, the kiss only lasted about 3 seconds. Lady Seer undipped herself and left Alister’s arms. He was in a trance. They gently sat him down back on the pew. Everyone else returned to their seats.
    “Too bad he won’t remember that. Maybe someone should have told him that no mortal kisses a goddess and remembers. No mortal can handle a kiss of pure love, truth, and energy.” Lady Seer said. With a final farewell they left the church. At that moment, Alister recovered.
    “What happened? I feel as though I was in a state of bliss, but it’s fading fast and I can’t remember what happened. Damn, I know it was something good but I don’t know what. Wait, no, it’s gone. Whatever that feeling was, it’s completely vanished.”
    “We’ll tell you later. Let Mordechi finish the sermon,” Terry said.
    “Well, . . .” Mordechi began, when the Seers returned.
    “Ha, thought we forgot you, Mordechi?” Lord Seer said. “No such luck.”
    Lady Seer approached him forming a carnation out of thin air she placed it in a buttonhole that wasn’t there on his tunic. She then took his hands into hers.
    “Your gifts are special, and you use them well. We can only guide you, but in the end, your decisions are your own. Keep the carnation close to your heart, it will help guide you,” she patted his hands and at that, they were gone.
    Mordechi stood silent for a moment, along with everyone in church. No one wanted the moment to end and everyone tried desperately to hold on to it. But just like Alister’s kiss, the moment passed and people still wondered what happened.
    Mordechi finally spoke, “Well, people, after a day like this I think we can adjourn a little early. Good day and I know we’ve all been blessed.”
    The room exploded with applause.

While gods usually appear during their holy days with rote blessings, it is rare, that they pop in as they did today. The fact that the Seers got so personal was very unusual. Some say they were being overzealous parents with their paladin. Other say it was truly a sign of the coming Tribulation and they were trying to comfort everyone.
    A light drizzle was beginning to fall. The Vanguard created mana umbrellas. Most people used ponchos or normal umbrellas if they had them.
    It was decided they would go to the local bar for lunch to celebrate. Obidaan looked over at Mordechi, “Care to join us for lunch? We’re heading over to the Silver Arrow.”
    At first Mordechi was going to refuse politely, when he realized it had been a very long time since he had been to a pub. Deep down, Mordechi was lonely and the thought of going back to his office and drinking alone was too much to bear. He was secretly overjoyed to get the invitation, though he

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