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...)

Beginning of a New Story (yet to be named)

This is the beginning to a new, and likely very, long story. The central themes around this are not new. In fact, many plot details have been mentally hashed over for several years now. However, up until now, I hadn't been able to find a start to this story that was acceptable. This has themes of romance, paranormal, and fantasy.


I will say that Christina will return, but the interactions between Nick and Bella will be the primary interest for awhile. She will be back in the story before her and Bella are reunited as I'll go into what happens from when she wakes up in that first morning until they meet again.


This is a post from my other blog, going into a bit more detail about concepts and characters who will appear later on in the story.



"What can I get you today Bella?" asked the barista, Jenny, behind the counter of Isabella White's favorite coffee shop. It was a local place, just a few blocks from her house. She'd be coming here for several years and all the employees knew her by name. Bella was a tall 5'6, seemingly taller as she was always wearing some kind of heeled shoe. Gorgeous red hair framed her heart shaped face, with stunning green eyes that glistened with unspoken knowledge. She knew how to rock her hourglass figure with every outfit she wore.

"Two large mochas to go. I'm going to Christina's after this. She just moved into her new place. I don't want her to be alone right now, especially after the breakup with Rod." Jenny gave her a sympathetic look, knowing first hand what bad breakups were like. Within a few minutes, Bella was out of the shop and off to her best friend's place. Tina and Bella had been friends since middle school, clicking from the moment they met. They had been inseparable ever since, even going to the same college. That's where Tina had met Rod, and while Bella had never liked the guy, she respected her friend enough to let her live her own life. It was a year after their graduation and the relationship had crumbled. Rod had abandoned her for another woman, leaving Tina to pick up the pieces of her life on her own.

After a quick five minute walk across town, Bella knocked on Tina's front door. "Bella!" she yelled as she hugged Isabella tight. "Oh how I'm glad to see you. There's so much to get done and I don't know where to even begin. Come on inside and I'll show you around." Christina led her into the living room, which was on the left from the entrance hall way. On the left was a staircase leading to the second floor and at the end of the hall, she was able to see part of the kitchen. The couches were already uncovered so they sat for a minute, drinking coffee and catching up. It had been two months since they really had gotten a chance to have some time together.

"Tina, it's so good to see you again. I've missed you, and I'm glad we'll be living in the same town again. I know you were thinking about buying a house, but you never said anything definite either way. This place is gorgeous by the way. I love the Victorian architecture. You really got lucky with this place."

"I know, I fell in love with this house the moment I saw it. I was thinking about buying it, but given everything that's happened, buying didn't feel right. The rent is very reasonable so I'm comfortable with the decision for now. The owners also mentioned that if I ever change my mind, they're more than willing to negotiate a sale. So I hate to put you to work right away, but there's a lot to get done and not enough time to get it all done today!" The young women laughed, having helped each other move plenty of times in the past, they both knew that they could become easily distracted for hours talking. The day went by quickly, but they managed to get most of the downstairs unpacked. The large kitchen was now stocked and the cabinets full. The dining room hadn't needed much work, beyond setting up the china cabinet, which Tina planned to do another day. Curtains were hung, rugs laid out, furniture arranged. By the end of the evening, both women were absolutely exhausted and decided to go out to one of the local restaurants for dinner and drinks.

There was a little place called D'Angelos in between both of their homes, which was known for its' burgers and home made fries. They ended up staying until the bar closed, drinking cocktails and having fun. Forgetting, even if for a little while, their responsibilities and hardships. Isabella noticed one man was watching them throughout the night, but whenever she would mention it to Tina, the man would be watching a game on one of the TVs. At one point Tina said, "You're obviously interested in the guy. Ask him to join us." When Bella shook her head, she continued, "Bella, when was the last time you got laid, hmm? I know it's been awhile. He's a good looking guy. I'm not telling you to date him, just have a bit of fun." Bella refused again, still having an uneasy feeling about the man. But by the end of the night, the man was forgotten as they stumbled back to Bella's place.

Since Tina had just moved in, Isabella offered her the guest bedroom until the rest of the house was in order. They arrived home safely and almost immediately went to the separate rooms. They called out good night and then the house was quiet and dark. Across the street, under the glow of a street light, stood the man from the bar. He was smoking a cigarette, watching the house before him. He was known to most as Steel, though his real name was Nicholas, or Nick, Hall. At 6'4, his height was imposing on its own, and mixed with his toned physique, the average person tended to avoid him. There was something about his aura that made even the toughest biker second guess starting a fight with him. He had dark brown hair and hazel eyes that liked to change colors depending on his mood. Currently, he was wearing black slacks and dress shirt, but his outfits depended on the job and the location.

Nicholas wondered if he should make his move tonight. Given the amount of alcohol she had consumed, her resistance would be weakened. Unfortunately, he hadn't planned on her friend going home with her. He knew her name was Isabella White, that she had grown up in this same small town, she left for college at 17, and returned right after graduation. He didn't know much about Christina Miller, other than she was Isabella's best friend. She wasn't his target though, so it didn't matter much. He decided to take a chance and execute his plan. He went around to an alley out behind the house, and walked up to the back door. He checked the lock and found it unbarred. He was going to have a word with Isabella after tonight. There were plenty of bad people out there who would easily pounce on an opportunity like this. He chose to ignore the irony of this thoughts and focus on finding his way upstairs in the dark.

Nick had excellent night vision and easily found his way to the master bedroom. The door was open and for a moment he just watched her sleep. He couldn't believe that so much was riding on this one young woman, and she didn't have a clue. Confident that she was fast asleep, he moved to the side of her bed. She was sleeping on her left hand side, facing him. He touched her right shoulder and whispered, "Eo, tractus, vicis. Obduco per inritus. Trans rectus quod ager. Vicis, tractus, eo." The room began to shift focus, as colors blended, and changed. Nicholas was thankful Isabella was fast asleep as the travel by magic was disconcerting, even for a seasoned veteran like himself. It felt like they were being blown through a tunnel, lights and colors whizzing by so quickly that they appeared as long streaks. Nick felt intense pressure along his whole body, not entirely painful, but not pleasant either. When the color regained focus, they were in his house. He took a deep breath when they arrived, muttering to himself about how he hated traveling like that. He owned an ocean front home on the coast of New Hampshire. From the front, the house appeared a normal size, but he had built it into the side of the cliff, and was twenty times larger than it seemed. It was all his. Until this moment, no other living person had been inside his home, even interrogations happened at other locations. This was his sanctuary and he risked it all bringing Isabella here. But if she was to fulfill her destiny, she would need everything at his disposal.

They had been transported to his bedroom and he careful laid her underneath the covers of his bed. He brushed the stray hairs from her face before gently kissing her forehead. Then he took a seat in one of the lounge chairs in the room and waited. Come morning, both of their lives would change forever. He had so much to teach her, and not nearly enough time to do it. Throughout the night he pondered how she would accept her new life. Would she resist, or deep down would she feel the same draw to it that he had so many years ago? He wondered how she was going to react when he found out he kidnapped her in the middle of the night, and what she would do when she found out his age. Magic had given him many more years than a natural life had to offer, yet he looked no older than thirty five. He was just beginning to get into the best part of his life, having devoted centuries to studying and practicing his arts.

She was a prophesied warrior, a savior of sorts. Yet the final battle was near, too close for Nick's comfort. He still had doubts, even knowing her potential, that the woman barely more than a girl could save them all. He had discovered her prophecy is several ancient texts, many older than known civilization. They all spoke of a female priestess/warrior/mage, the terminology changed yet the message was the same. The world would need this woman in order to be spared a second coming of demonic control, and if he was lucky, he'd have a few years to teach her all she needed to know. Knowledge that should take centuries to learn. Unless a miracle occurred, he didn't see how it was possible.

He kept an eye on her throughout the night while he went through his daily habit of casting basic spells. He checked the wards and found them all secure. He checked Isabella's overall health, and saw nothing that concerned him, though he saw she needed to get in better shape. While she wasn't overweight by any means, she needed more muscle mass, both for magic and for the upcoming fights. Around six in the morning, just as the sun was beginning to rise, he heard her stretch and looked up to see if she was waking up. Instead she smiled sweetly and curled her body up. He found himself smiling, surprised at how something so innocent and simple could still affect him. His mind struggled until she woke up, knowing he was going to destroy everything that was pure, simple, and innocent about her. It came with the territory of fighting a secret war and watching unsuspecting bystanders get caught in the crossfire.

Around nine, Isabella's eyes fluttered open and she stretched out, waking up slowly. Her body froze not recognizing where she was, and when she looked over in Nicholas's direction her eyes opened wide. She recognized him as the man from the bar the night before, the one who gave her the creeps. Panic spread in, as she watched the man stand and move towards her. He knew the moment had come, where he'd begin taking her apart and building her back up. She'd never be the same.