from heaven or hell?

I saw her again. Red that is. The little red haired slave that seems to be the catalyst for all my recent experiences. Like an angel with an omen. She was the portent of the recent dabbling with beautiful people. I don't know if she is a good angel or a fallen angel. Both ideas hold some value for me.

She left after seeing me. I was disappointed, understanding but still disappointed. If I were a slave I wouldn't serve me either. I am not the kind of guy that attracts slaves. They don't jump into a kneel when I am around or crawl instantly to beg to serve me. Probably because I don't look like I care enough, at least about them. And slaves seem to need a shepherd through the darkness. I sure as hell am no shepherd. But my Red Angel still draws me in .. or up. She makes even my scattered intellect sit up and take notice. It has to just on the premise of keeping up with her. Not that I am all that successful at it. Sometimes I realize we are talking along parallel lines that shall never intersect. Instead of finding that frustrating, I am entertained.