Heaven and Hell (Part 1)

A young woman approaches Heaven's gates. Her life had been taken from her too young and God personally awaited her arrival. She had been a pure woman, still a virgin. She was a loving daughter and a good friend. As she arrived at the gates, she stopped short, her eyes downcast.

God looked over the woman before Him. He saw her purity, but also noticed her reservations. "Child, what stops you from entering heaven? You were kind, honest, and loyal in life. Excellent traits to have. You treated all you met with respect and dignity. Your place in My realm awaits you."

She slowly raised her eyes, tears falling down her cheeks. "My God...I lusted and had such impure thoughts. I am not worthy of Your kingdom."

He carefully thought over her life. He knew about her thoughts, yet found no issue with them. They had been sexual, but not terrible. He also knew that she would never be happy until she felt she had paid her debt. So be it. "Is it your desire to be punished then? Would you have me send you to the fires of hell?" She tried to speak, but no words came out. Instead she nodded slightly. "Then it is done. You will spend twenty years of atonement in the deepest pits of hell. Then I will gladly welcome you into My arms."

She smiled softly, "Thank you my God, for You are merciful." With a wave, God sent her to her punishment. He smiled bitterly. If there was one person who should not be in hell, it was that young lady. But He was humbled by her devotion. Then He put her out of His mind.

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He felt it from the moment she entered his world. Such purity and light had never graced his steps. Lucifer looked up for a moment, wondering what God had planned for him now. He left his lair and shimmered to Hell's Gates. Kneeling on the ground was a woman who shined with the very light of heaven itself, and here she was praying before the deepest and darkest of hells. The underlings stopped, quiet, when they saw him approach. Many of them were staring at the girl, wondering what was going on. He stopped directly before her, making sure she was aware of his presence even when her eyes downcast.

Slowly, she raised her head to look up at the man before her. She gasped as his beauty reached her gaze. He shone like the sun, blinding her with his grace. She could only stare in amazement as she began to realize who this must be. Lucifer. The fallen angel, and such a glorious angel at that. A smile touched her lips and she sighed contentedly. She had been graced to look upon her Lord and his most wicked of angels who was light incarnate. She could ask for no greater pleasures from life, or in her case, the afterlife.

My oh my, what a lovely creature, Lucifer thought to himself. He couldn't help but grin when he saw her smile contently. Humans always saw the angel in him, but little did they know what awaited them. They imagined fire and brimstone, and for some that's what awaited them. But each got their own worse personal hell. This girl was different though. He couldn't see what punishment she deserved or even what to give her. "Girl, what's your name? And why were you sent here?"

The young woman swallowed hard. "My name is Marie. I asked God to punish me...for my impure thoughts. I was given twenty years of punishment in hell." Marie could breathe. Twice now she had admitted things that had only been in her thoughts. Now I can be punished properly. I was such a naughty girl in life.


"Marie, what a pretty name. Quite fitting for you too. So you had impure thoughts. What else?" She gave him a puzzled look, as if she didn't understand what he meant. "Wait, are you telling me you asked for punishment in Hell, all because of a few desires?" She nodded, her misery obvious. He couldn't believe it. What was he to do with her? Since the time he had fallen, God and him had an understanding. The punishment must fit the crime, but he had nothing in all of his realm that would do for this sweet young thing. A challenge. Hmm, it had been too long since he had one of those. This could be exciting. "I will need some time to think of a proper punishment for you. In the mean time, you'll come with me and tell me all about your desires and thoughts. I want to have a complete understanding of your crimes."

Blushing bright red, Marie could barely think. Surely he knew all of her desires. Couldn't he just punish her already, or was this part of her ordeal? He was holding out his hand to her, and cautiously she put one of hers in it. There was a blinding light and a nauseating jolt, which would have knocked her to her feet if not for Lucifer. As they landed, he reached out to steady her. Being so close, she could smell him, a light airy scent. Quite surprising given their surroundings. She expected him to be hideous and smell foul, but instead he still seemed the angel he had previously been. Marie was so lost in her own thoughts that it took her a minute to realize what was going on. Lucifer had buried his face in her hair, inhaling deeply. She blushed and clung even tighter, too embarrassed to interrupt him.

He was lost in her scent, which reminded him of springtime. Fresh and bright, smelling of rich earth and bright sunshine. She was clinging to him and his body reacted as it never had before. Yes, he had desires for the flesh, but not like this. This was a need and a craving. He lifted her in his arms, and quickly dismissed her gasping noise seeing she was shocked, not harmed. He walked through the antechamber into his bed quarters. A giant sized canopy bed stood prominent in the room, directly ahead of the double doored entry. He placed her down gently, reluctant to let her leave his arms. Just for a minute, he thought. Walking to a wardrobe, he grabbed a blindfold and soft leather cuffs. She was watching him like a cornered animal as he returned, backing away slowly as he joined her on the bed. "Now ma chéri, tell me about all your wicked thoughts. Every last detail, and I will know if you lie or omit anything. Should you decide to do so, you will be severely punished. Understood?"

Marie swallowed hard and nodded. "It all began six years ago, when I was 12. I borrowed some of the local library's romance novels, even though Mom told me I was too young for such things. They were all lovely, but there was one that got my stomach full of butterflies. It was about a woman who was kidnapped and slowly but surely her captor captivated her until she was completely under his spell. Oh he loved her dearly, but she had become completely devoted to him, totally his to use in any way he chose. And oh the ways he used her!" She glanced over at the cuffs and blindfold. "Those were some of what he used. A crop, cane, and whip as well. He got her to love and even need the pain from him." She blushed thinking about all the times she fantasized about being that woman.


Lucifer was laying next to her, listening attentively. Marie was curled up sitting on the bed, lost in her thoughts. She nearly jumped when he touched her arm. In a deep voice, almost a growl, he whispered, "Tell me more my little angel." Shivering with both fear and lust, she continued.


"I have always been attracted to the stereotypical bad boys. Definitely not the romantic types, at least not completely. Dare devils, risk takers. The total opposite from who I am. I'm still a virgin..." Lucifer's eyebrows raised hearing that, but Marie didn't notice it. "I've had fantasies of being kidnapped and used as a sex slave. To be forced to enjoy intense sexual pain and pleasure, for my Master. He would force himself on me, and yet as his slave, I would get off on it. It's sick and wrong. That's why I'm being punished."


She frowned as Lucifer laughed at her. "Child, you aren't in hell because you're a bad person. There are those in heaven who have not only thought the same things, but acted out on them as well. You had no reason to come here, except your own conscience. Yet, I still have to punish you and I think I know what that will be..." His grin was cruel and as Marie went to back away from him and run, he grabbed her arms and pinned her to the bed. He stared into her eyes, basking in the power he had over her. He kissed her luscious looking lips, surprisingly gently. The wolfish smile returned as he growled into her ear, "I'm going to make you live out every single dark fantasy in your mind, even the ones of which you're barely aware. Welcome to the next twenty years of the most deliciously evil pleasure."


He grabbed the wrist cuffs and blindfold with one hand as he kept Marie pinned beneath him. Quickly, he tore the clothing from her body. He could have made them instantly disappear, but this method was so much more satisfying. He could feel her shivering uncontrollably now and hear her tears falling freely from her beautiful green eyes. His tongue softly licked away her tears, which surprisingly calmed her down. He nuzzled her neck as each cuff was gently attached to her wrists. As he softly bit and sucked on her neck, he felt her body arch against his as she made cute little mewing noises. Whispering, "Trust me angel. You deserve pleasure and to have every last fantasy fulfilled. Enjoy your time here, in my bed. Immerse yourself into a blissful torture."


When their eyes met, she was no longer crying. Her eyes sparkled with lust, equally matched by his own. She gave him a weak smile, too uncertain about the unknown to truly trust him. But she realized she wanted him. She wanted to be taken by the Devil. What a wicked and wonderful thought. She sighed happily when he tossed aside the blindfold, wanting to watch the demise of her purity. He lifted her arms above her head and attached the cuffs to the headboard. Now she couldn't escape or resist him, not that she really want to right now.


He paused looking down at the helpless woman before him. Her eyes were already glazed over with pleasure, so he knew she wanted this just as much as he did. For the first time in milleniums, he was concerned about a human. He should hate her for she represented all he had walked away from. Yet, he felt drawn to her in a way he could never relate to the damned. With her, he felt like an angel again. He started to move away when with one softly uttered plea, he was lost. "Please," she whispered, her voice and eyes begging him to fulfill all her dark, twisted dreams. The devil inside him rising again, he began ravaging her body.


(to be continued...)

Fallen

Inspired by my new profile picture


She fell from grace
Cast out of her home
Alone without friends and family
She removes the last ties

The pain is refreshing
As the once pure white feathers fall
Stained with blood
A rebirth to a new life

No more pleasing an unmoving Father
Her faith torn from her core
Unearthly glow leaving her skin
Now mortal, neither human or angel

Redemption

"No! It can't end this way!" Raphael cried out. He slammed his fists in the sand, holding back all but one tear. He watches the liquid stain the sand beneath him, being absorbed back into the world. He had been sent down to guide a young woman, Michelle, toward her life's love. She had doubts about their future, and God had tasked him to help her find her way. He never planned on falling in love with her.

The day he first appeared to her, he came in human form. He was to befriend her and offer her advice when needed. Michelle was no ordinary woman though, being chosen by God to do great works, she saw Raphael for what he was. She told him that his wings were bathed in an ethereal presence. He still remembered how shocked he was that day.

She welcomed him into her life easily, allowing him to offer God's divine inspiration. They became close friends, and Raphael treasured every moment with her. One summer night, while lying on the grass in Michelle's back yard, she turned over to look at him. For a while she was silent, but what she said would forever be burned into his mind. "Raphael? Do you really think God means for me to marry Mike?"

He looked up at her, puzzled. "Yes of course. That's why I was sent here. Why? What's on your mind?" She was quiet and laid back down. This time Raphael turned to her. "Elle, tell me what's on your mind." She closed her eyes, sighing. He always had a way of getting her to open up to him, especially when she didn't want to.

"I have doubts. I wondered why He sent you to me, and not another angel...one I wouldn't fall in love with. He had to know. Is this a test? And if so, to what end?" He didn't know that answer. All he could do was hold her close as they lost themselves in thought.

It couldn't be God's plan though. As an angel, he was supposed to be above such thoughts and desires. Later that night, as Raphael tucked Elle into bed, she reached up, pulled him close, and kissed her. He was lost in that moment. When he awoke, he was Heaven and his Father was sitting on the edge of his bed. Raphael saw sadness in His eyes and feared for the worst. He had broken God's command. His Father thought it may come to this, but had hoped for a better end. Even angels had free will and could go against Him.

Raphael learned she wouldn't remember him or their time together. While God wouldn't completely erase her memories, it would seem as a dream and fade from her mind. He ran, far from Heaven, back to Earth, to a small beach on an uninhabited island. Needed to be alone from everyone and everything. He couldn't believe it was just last night he held Michelle in his arms and loved her body and mind. Now she was gone from him forever.

"You bastard! You knew I would love her and she would love me, yet sent me anyway. I did what You asked, trusting You. Father, how could You?" he sobbed. Looking up to the heavens, he silently pleaded that this had to be a mistake. Lucifer couldn't be right. Their Father loved them and would never hurt any of them like this. Right? Losing track of the hours, he knelt there on the sand past the setting of the sun and moon, until the sun once more approached the horizon. There he would stay until this nightmare began to make sense to him.

He didn't hear someone approach, and when the person touched the side of his face, he nearly jumped. Before him was Michelle. He had to be dreaming or delirious. Hands shaking, he reached out to touch her smiling face. When he felt the warmth of her skin, he broke down and pulled her close against him. "I don't understand. God made you forget me. How are you here?"

Elle laughed as she held him close. "My love, how could you think I would forget you so easily? When I woke up yesterday without you, I did think it was all a dream, until I remembered the day we met. I told you that your wings glowed. My room, especially the bed, had that same glow, and I knew something was wrong. I called out for you, and when you didn't come," she paused, chuckling,"I began yelling at God. I remembered it all and there was no way even He was going to take you from me. Raphael, He came to me, and know what I did? I confronted Him. I got in God's face.

He just stood there silently as I told him off. When I was done, I was crying my eyes out, my throat raw. Then He pulled me close and told me only one thing. 'I had to know for sure.' I opened my eyes to look up at Him but He was gone and I was standing on this beach, and you...you were there looking so lost and hopeless."

Raphael was at a lost for words. Did she hear right? Had his Father given His approval? He raised his head looking beyond her, and in the distance, there was his Father smiling at them. The sun breeched the horizon with a flash of light, and He was gone. Looking down at her smiling face, he was filled with peace and hope. He didn't know what his future held, and didn't care as long as he was with Michelle. They kissed passionately, and when they finally broke apart, Raphael flashed them from the beach. They were going home.

Trust Me

Inspired by a picture C sent me, and what occurred earlier this evening.


She walked toward him
Fear quickening her heart
He stood upon the edge of a cliff
The bottom hidden from view by clouds


"Trust me" he whispered to her
His hand gently grasping hers
Tears fell freely from her eyes
Avoiding what lay beyond her view


"I'm sorry my Love, I can't"
Sighing, he turned from her
Wings taking him to a brighter future
Though she was unaware


Falling to the ground
Her heart feeling torn out
Mind racing with unspoken thoughts
Abandoned on the edge of unknown


The sun and moon rose and rose again
Time slipping away into a calm state
Waiting for when he'd return
To lead her over the edge


Remembering his patience
Her thoughts grew quiet
Examining the loss of him
She found a hole in her heart


After many rising and settings
She stood at the edge, looking down
Clouds still blocked her way
Resolute was her soul


"I'm coming for you, I shall not let go"
She shouted to the heavens
Taking the final step
Falling into the darkness


Her eyes closed, she waited
The wind whipping around her body
Smiling at the freedom
Trusting he would come to her aid


With a gasp she felt arms catch her
"Trust me" she heard, relaxing
He flew them high into the clouds
Above the sea and sky


In the distance, a palace lay
Waiting for her to come home
He held her close in his arms 
Whispering the words she needed to hear


"Do not fear what you cannot control
I am your safety in the darkness
Trust me to guide you
For you are dear to me"