The Ketravim Delta

[Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly]

THE ANGELS SAGA

The Way of the Eternal Ketravim

BOOK 1

By

Danny Daly

© 6178 SC

Delta

'Are you bored, Delta?' asked Cheryl.

'She's bored,' said Jack Dagger.

'I'm not bored,' said Delta. 'Watching paint dry sounds good at the moment.' She turned and looked at the wall of the Harvestfield 'Way of the Eternal Dove' Assembly hall. 'Yep, I suppose it's still drying,' said Delta.

Jack looked at the wall, lit a cigarette, and smiled. 'Atomic interaction on drying still going on you think?'

Cheryl looked at the stark blue wall. 'It's just paint,' she said.

'Boring paint,' said Delta, disinterested now.

'Do a crossword,' said Jack. 'It passes the time.'

Delta looked at Jack's book of Crosswords. 'How many of them have you done then?'

'What? You mean in my life? Fuck. Trillions, I guess. What's an ex Hull copper got to do then? With my time? I'm not as gay as I used to be, you know. These days the biggest thrill is an extra scoop on my ice cream cone.'

'Ooh, Ice Cream,' said Cheryl. 'Is there any left in the fridge?'

'I ate the last bit after last night's service,' said Jack.

'Bugger,' replied Cheryl.

Delta turned to look at the wall once more. 'You know, being a dove is great,' she said. 'So much peace. So much lovely peace. No, it isn't bland at all. It's great.'

'Is that sarcasm?' asked Cheryl. 'I can never tell with you.'

'Noooo,' said Delta. 'Not at all. Wouldn't dream of it.'

The paint continued drying - supposedly.

'Posssibly Quadrillions,' said Jack.

'Huh?' asked Delta.

'I've possibly done Quadrillions of crosswords in my life. I've been thinking about it, and maybe Quadrillions of the fuckers.'

'Fascinating,' said Delta dryly. 'Oh, do go on.'

'I like word find as well,' said Jack. 'And number find.'

'Your life. It must be an endless cavalcade of fun,' said Delta.

'Right,' said Jack. 'Shutting up now.'

Delta looked at the paint again. 'I'm bored,' she said. Cheryl continued on knitting, and Jack focused on his crossword book.

* * * * *

'I like soap,' said Delta. 'It keeps you clean.'

'God knows I could use cleaning,' said Jack.

'On your morals?' asked Delta.

'Crotch, mainly. The beasts which have been down there. God only knows.'

Delta smiled. 'Charmed.'

'I've met some of those beasts,' said Cheryl. 'Alfie Lambert, right?'

'What in God's green heaven are you talking about?' asked Jack. 'Alfred Lambert is a dear old heterosexual friend of mine.'

'Sure he is,' replied Cheryl.

'No, we did not have multiple liaisons in the early years of Televon. That is a vicious rumour.'

'God knows I could use some multiple liaisons,' said Delta, looking at the paint dry.

'Your considering an affair with British Paints?' queried Jack.

Delta turned and looked at Jack, and then returned her focus to the wall. 'Is the bossman cute?'

'Rolf mentioned him. Said he was a cracker.'

'Rolf Harris?'

'Trust British Paints. Sure can,' replied Jack.

'I didn't know Rolf was gay,' said Cheryl. 'Thought he was just the Octopus.'

'He's the Octocock from my memories,' replied Jack. 'Nah, I'm just shitting ya. Maybe.'

Delta continued staring at the paint. 'I wonder what it would be like doing Rolf Harris?'

Cheryl looked at Delta. 'Sometimes I worry about you Delta Goodrem.'

'It's apparently massive,' said Jack. 'I'm reliably informed.'

'You like em big, don't you D?' asked Cheryl.

'It's like thinking of having sex with your grandfather,' said Delta. 'Isn't it.'

'Gee. Thanks,' said Jack.

'Oh, I wasn't casting slurs on you oldies,' said Delta. 'I'm sure you are great in the sack Jack. It's just that beard and everything. He looks like a Teddy Bear.'

'He's scruffed a few of those in his times as well most likely,' said Jack, grinning.

'I could use a Teddy Bear,' said Delta. 'Who would wake me up from this Way of Dove eternal dream, and say to me, 'Remember your fans, Delta? Go on tour. But, no. The big bossman says that life is over with. I have reached 'Enlightenment' and must rest for eternal bliss in the comfort of Noah's arms.'

'Daniel said that?' queried Cheryl.

'He hinted that the world will send me to hell if I keep on whacking at my parties like I used to. I don't know. I was never that wild.'

'I've heard tales,' said Jack.

'Rumors,' said Delta. 'No, seriously. I choose this serene environment to escape the fans in the end. It's calm her. Harvestfield is quiet, and very few bother me here. A show a millennium. It's all I want anymore.'

'Are you married?' asked Jack.

Cheryl stood and walked over to the side of the room, and returned with a Jewish Bible. 'Go on. Throw it at me,' said Cheryl.

'Huh?' asked Delta.

'If Jack Dagger, after knowing you for more millions of years I can remember has only now finally asked you if you are married, well. Well I need the word of God thrown at me to get over it.'

'I don't really pry,' said Jack.

'I'm not married,' said Delta. 'I have a man. Who I see. Once every blue moon. He takes care of those things. He lives on New Terra. Once a Millennium, when I tour, I visit. Technically a boyfriend, but he's mainly a priest. Doesn't see anybody else. Says he only wants my love very rarely.'

'What type of priest?' asked Cheryl.

'Anglican,' said Delta. 'He serves the Lord quietly. We're not technically married, but we don't see anyone else.'

'Fascinating,' replied Jack.

Delta looked at the paint dry. 'I'm bored,' she said.

Life continued rolling on by.

* * * * *

'I've been considering suicide,' said Delta.

'Always an option,' replied Jack.

'Could be a rush,' commented Cheryl.

'Death by boredom,' said Delta.

'You're getting good at that,' said Jack.

'Practically an expert,' commented Cheryl.

'Maybe I could paint the walls,' said Delta.

'Why would you do that?' asked Jack.

'That paints been there forever,' said Cheryl.

'I could watch it dry then - literally,' said Delta.

'These crosswords aren't as boring as you think,' said Jack.

'I find knitting very therapeutic,' said Cheryl.

'Tip buckets of paint into a bath and drown myself in it,' said Delta.

'You might be good at Sudoku,' said Jack. 'I can never work them out. Takes me forever.'

'Jumpers, socks, little teddies named Pookie. I do all sorts of things. I sell them too. Part of my income. They go out on shuttles to distant planets usually. My fame commands quite a price for them now,' commented Cheryl.

'Maybe drink a bottle full of Methylated Spirits,' said Delta.

'You'll get drunk,' cautioned Jack.

'I could use some grog,' commented Cheryl.

'Go swimming in a Piranha filled section of the Amazon, maybe,' said Delta.

'Don't like swimming much,' said Jack. 'Don't like them seeing my pale skin.'

'They always perve,' commented Cheryl. 'Always the boys gawking at Cheryl Colson.'

'Bungee Jumping without a rope, maybe,' suggested Delta.

'Could be a painful landing,' said Jack.

Delta looked at him. 'That's the frikkin point.'

'Oh,' responded Jack sensitively.

'Ok, ok, ok,' said Cheryl. 'You have earned it I guess. We'll go out next Friday night to the club in the city, and flirt with boys, drink till we're drunk, and have the time of our lives.'

'Sounds bliss,' said Jack. 'I could use a break from this.'

Delta looked at the paint for a while, and, slowly, turned to look at Cheryl. 'I have been very patient, Cheryl Colson. Can I bring a pack of condoms with me?'

'I wonder if they let teenage boys into that place,' said Jack.

'JACK!' yelled Delta and Cheryl.

'What! I'm kidding. Really,' replied Jack Dagger.

'Friday night. Finally something to do,' thought Delta to herself, as she thought of the break from their perpetual routine just around the corner.

* * * * *

'Get down and boogie, all night baby. Get down and boogie all night,' and so the song went.

They danced. They drank. They danced some more. Cute boys flirted. Jack noticed a couple of them. They sat on the seats, in the upper loft, and drank, and watched the show.

'Ah, it's been good,' said Jack.

'Better than watching paint dry,' said Delta, smiling at a guy looking at her.

'Think you'll get lucky?' asked Cheryl.

'I don't know,' said Delta. 'But he seems interested.'

They looked at a bloke who was looking towards their table. He came over, and smiled at them all.

'I'm Paulie,' he said. 'Call me,' and he took out his card.

'I'd be delighted,' said Delta. Paulie gave her a funny look, and put the card in front of Jack.

'Uh, thanks,' said Jack, and gave Paulie a wink.

'Don't say it,' said Delta.

Cheryl didn't comment. Her smile said it all.

The following morning Delta awoke. Jack's hand was on her knickers. He was asleep, half naked.

Cheryl was in the bed also, in her bra and knickers as well. Just like Delta.

She stood, went to the hotel windows, opened them and looked out. Early morning. The Sun was dawning.

'Life. Life is not that bad at all,' said Delta to herself, as the sun shined gloriously the new day. 'Not that bad at all.'

The End