She turned her neck as if to greet someone holding her from behind. The heat of the moment enveloped her in a warm, luxurious embrace. Her hands were shaking, and she could feel the blood rushing to her head. All sound was blocked out; all of her sensations were numbed. She took a deep breath, and felt the air struggle to leave her lungs. At the end of the exhale, she felt weak, almost worn out. And then she opened her eyes.
Anger had overtaken her.
Her hands fumbled for the small jewel encrusted mirror as she grabbed her painting tools. Looking at her face, she saw that the anger had given her cheeks a rosy blush. Painting her eyelids a deep royal blue, she applied eyeliner to over-dramatize the affect. Brushing her long henna-bronzed hair, she braided it, adorning it with golden picks and hanging jewels. Surveying her workmanship, her own beauty captivated her, and the fury subsided ever so slightly.
The explosive power of the anger had overtaken her very being, and havoc had ensued. She had said things, done things in public that no ordinary person should have ever said in private. But she was no ordinary person. She was The Queen. Taking a deep breath, she opened her eyes, glancing around the room. As usual, only the eunuchs were scurrying about, silent in their fear.
She loathed the way they constantly watched her and had taken to beating them when she exploded in rage. She would laugh at them as they would lie on the floor, trying to hold their heads in their arms, so she would use a cane to bring welts to their already bleeding bodies. Walking away from them in distain, she would swell with importance at their weakness. She knew they were afraid of her because of her anger. She held on to the anger. It was an old friend.
Anger had had its way with her, throughout her whole life. It was anger that had convinced her time and again that she was justified in all of her actions. Her words spoken in anger would cut through the very heart of those around her. She would hear the Anger demon, telling her how right she was, how wrong they were, and it gave her a sense of power she could practically taste.
Now that her idiot son and brother had been disposed of, she knew she had no choice but to conquer the new man that would take their place. She knew men. She knew that there was not one of them that could resist her. She would snare the new man with her feminine wiles, with her beautifully painted eyes, and then, once again, be in charge. She would bring the new man to his knees so that all would see, once again, that she was a woman to be reckoned with.
As she heard the sound of horses entering the gates of Jezreel, she sat in the bay window, turning her face to the new man. She gave him a mocking look under her eyelashes, and asked, “Have you come in peace, Zimri, you murderer of your master?” Looking for the sting of the sarcasm to affect Jehu’s expression, it was a small surprise to see he held a look of only repulsion.
Jehu turned his attention to her eunuchs standing at her back. Challenging them, he barked, “Who is on my side? Who? If you stand with me, then throw her down!”
The eunuchs glanced back and forth at one another, their eyes wide, startled at the very thought of being free of the angry, wicked woman sitting in front of them. Jezebel cocked her head sideways. Seeing their frightened faces, she kicked them away, angry at their very intrusion in her effort of seduction of the new man. “Pathetic!” She muttered.
At first, she didn’t even realize that she was falling. She turned her head towards the window, to see one of the eunuchs standing there, his hands thrust forward, as if he was pushing her still. His eyes were broad with fear, his mouth open in surprise. Her anger welled up so greatly in her heart, she vowed that she would beat him to death as soon as she…
The horses mindlessly trampled her body underfoot. The only sound heard throughout the city gates was the snarling of infuriated dogs as they battled over pieces of the woman of anger.
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