A Fairy Out of Her Tale - Dear Diary - 63. Scene 63

In which the Paparazzi show up...

28th January, 1995

Dear Nessa,

This morning Lóránt woke up us earlier than our alarms. The house's front door was overtaken by people with cameras and flashes and megaphones. They called for Lóránt, for them to give statements about the situation and why they let a convicted criminal close to us.

'They want my head,' was how Lóránt summarised the situation to us.

'And your wings, and your reputation, and your freedom, and your job,' was Unn's idea of an uplifting come-back.

'What are they even doing here?' I asked, before Unn's comment had the chance to sink in.

'What do you think? News of Nessa's and Kris's disappearance travelled fast once the case reached court. Public opinion against demons is already at an all-time low since they used Daisen as a battle ground last year. And it has been turning against angels too because the celestial cities refuse to help. So this is too perfect an excuse to cause mass panic and enrage Daisenians.'

'To be honest, I would be fed up with the angels too.'

You must have realised already that there are times when Unn simply cannot be pleasant. Must be some cultural obstacle she is still to climb. This was one of the times.

'I mean, everybody has known for centuries that they're the only people demons fear. Everybody has been suffering for centuries with demons thinking we are their play-things. Nobody has ever been able to effectively keep demons away for long. Not even top Daisenian technology can stop those monsters. But the angels' sole reason for existing is stopping demons. And what they do instead? They build pretty sky cities to pretend the world down here doesn't exist. And all we get are the spares ones who are not fit to live close to the sun.'

Lóránt was standing right next to Unn when she said that. To their credit, they kept a decent poker face, though it is not hard to imagine that Unn's words stung like hot metal on the skin.

'Either way, you are not to leave the house today. Don't speak to the people outside. Don't give them a chance to take pictures of you.' Lóránt turned away from us.

'What if they don't go away?' I asked.

'One way or another, this will be over by Monday.'

Lóránt left us then.

I wish I had the presence of mind to tell Unn how this was all her fault. She should have measured her words properly before spewing out words against angels like that. She lacks the empathy to understand how hard it must be for Lóránt and all the other albino angels who are forbidden from being with their people - not because they were banished like us, but because staying up so close to the sun would kill them. Surely she could understand that...?

But alas, Unn and I obeyed our orders. We stayed in. And Lóránt did not leave their room for the rest of the day.

The only way this will be over by Monday is if they find you by then.

Love,

Lydia

Thanks for reading!
Nessa's world has paparazzi too! Not even fantasy worlds can get rid of that plague! Oh, the horror!
And unfortunately we still have no sign of our main character, though at least her romantic pair is making up to us by doing a lot of gratuitous info-dump.
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