[violetharlequin]

“An angel face smiles to me / Under a headline of tragedy/ That smile used to give me warmth / Farewell – no words to say” . . . The room in which the guardian angel had been resurrected and died was now smelling of basil; meanwhile, in Hell, the Devil was preparing to paint yet another wall . . . love . . . lust . . . in what chains are you trapped ? I invite the reader to come into a journey through “The Register Of Fallen Angels “and pick a gate – Hell, Heaven or Earth.
I should warn you that if you choose Hell, be prepared to play with Lucifer himself . . . and what fun that is . . .
It involved hard work but nevertheless it was a great writing experience; a word which could describe it . . . I think dedication .I might say I put my soul in it and never got it back . . . but that’s not so important. I’m quite “bloody” proud about the way it turned out and I hope the readers will find it interesting . . .

P.S. I will not be held responsible for your wings getting damaged . . .


The Register Of Fallen Angels


My name is Jin. I keep the register of fallen angels... This week I have a new entry – a guardian angel who has fallen because of love. Bleah! There is no such thing here; there is only lust.

***

A very tall room lit by candles...Laughter. Coming down the hallway you could hear laughter. Besides the usual sacrifices that took place in the chambers below, there was a room, a special one, in which Lu spent most of his time. I opened the door. I saw a man, tied in chains to a wall. Lu was swinging, and every time he would reach the “trapped”, he would stab him, causing the man violent and profound bleedings. The blood was draining on a white wall.
“Can’t you knock?” shouted Lu irritated. He got up from there (the swing was very high) in an instant and landed right in front of me. I felt a knock in my throat... Lu took my beard and raised it to look into my eyes. He stroke my face and then gently scratched my right cheek.
“I’m painting...” he told me smiling, and turned around.” What is it? Have you come to give yourself to me?” he asked me as he was walking towards a candle. He started playing with its flame. “No... There’s something else...isn’t it?”
My eyes were captivated by Lu’s game with the candle and my mind, my mind was feeding on devious thought regarding his body and wings. I couldn’t hear him. The flame turned blue. He took the candle’s fire in his hand and brought it to his lips.
“The flame of passion...Forbidden love...Yes...And who is the protagonist of the play?” Lu inquired. Awaken from my wistfulness, I responded in disgust: “Christian”.
“Christian...” he whispered. “ How interesting...”
I was standing in the room, watching the candles burn. I wished his wings would burn too... I didn’t have anything else to say so I left. Lu’s hand stopped mine from opening the door.
“Won’t you stay a bit longer?” I didn’t want to look at him. I just removed my hand from the door handle.

***

On Earth, the pieces of the puzzle were starting to combine. Agatha was sitting at the computer, writing an e-mail. The light, a fat and bald man, came into her room. Because of the heavy dust of rapture inside, the monster within the man awoke and came to the surface; the skin covered with a sable-coloured fur with golden reflexes, his arm grew disgusting tentacles and his mouth ripped open to make room for his fangs. The light’s sticky new arms spread on the walls and its long, sharp teeth were ready to bite the flesh when...
“I know you’re there...” she said. Christian, who was standing lent to the wall with his legs crossed, raised his eyes. “Hmmm...” She got up and went to the door. She stopped and turned her head to Christian. His blue eyes were starring utterly surprised at the girl. A wind started blowing although the windows were closed, hermetically closed. Agatha looked at him for a few seconds, smiled and left. In Christian’s head there were several voices screaming, one of them, louder than the others: “How could she have seen me? She couldn’t have!! How was that possible?! “. This episode shook his grounds. He couldn’t stay there anymore so he left, although he was still ... there. Agatha came back and found the room empty; sadness and disappointment were reflected in her eyes. Christian was watching her on an enormous screen. “Maybe I shouldn’t have left...But my Protégée...Agatha!” he sighed after his hand had slithered on the screen. He bowed his hand. It was late therefore the girl turned off the computer and went to bed. She was now sleeping and Christian, well, he was sitting on a chair watching her.
For the following days, Christian kept a low profile, living in the underworld. The underworld was an alternative existential plan, from where he could keep an eye on his Protégée when he felt he was too close... Moreover, he couldn’t talk to God, as he was caring a huge burden on his heart and was avoiding that encounter as well. Meanwhile, Agatha was feeling neglected and hurt. Not being able to feel his presence anymore, she buried her head between the sheets and archived her heart and put it into a folder. Christian would come at night when Agatha would be asleep. The fact of the matter was that his feelings for her were not normal feelings a guardian angel should have had for his Protégée. She was a sharp, wild and attractive young woman and he noticed that... but what drew his attention was her unique comprehension of the world; she had a connection with the universe. She would feel the air surrounding her transforming into mercurial dreams, the water into solar seas, the earth into a giant maze and the most important one-fire- creating a chain of memories between Earth and the other worlds. She could reach fear, grab it and dissolve it and go to places where time was nothing more than a dice. Slowly, the angel’s natural attachment grew from admiration to falling in love with her and along with that feeling came one, totally new for a “winged”: anxiety.
The Sun-Moon game lasted until one night. It was raining. The bed was too tight and the human body needed to spread its own wings. Her head was being invaded by horrific images. Agatha woke up barely breathing. She didn’t have time to see Christian, in her rush to the bathroom. After drinking a little water and escaping nausea, she calmed down. He appeared in the doorstep. Their eyes met and were speaking instead of their mouths...
“Come to me...Please! “, she begged him.
“I can’t...You are my Protégée”, he said, scarcely hiding his emotions.
“I want you...I want to feel you near...”
“You are my Protégée.” (A profound wound had opened in his heart and was now hurting).
“I know you love me!” Agatha’s eyes yelled.
“I do not know love.”
“You’re a liar! You’re feelings are alive and real!”
“I am not alive...therefore I cannot love. You are my Protégée. I have to take care of you...” The wound was bleeding terribly. He bowed his head.
“Then...then...I don’t want to see you anymore!”
The rain drops were splitting the earth into shivers. The bedroom door closed in Christian’s face, leaving him speechless. On the other side was a nervous and impulsive teenager who was lost and confused.
“What should I tell him? Should I tell him not to come in? He will figure it out by himself, won’t he?” she wondered. Agatha moved away from the door. “He can come when I’m already asleep. Then it doesn’t matter...”
The angel was sitting down, waiting outside, in the hallway. The rain flooded the city that night.

***

Every human is blessed at birth with a guardian angel. This angel has four major assignments: to teach, to protect, to advise and to be the Protégée’s Mystical guide. The relationship between the guardian angel and his Protégée is love, but it is a love beyond human nature; it is God’s expression of love for each soul through the wardship of His other spiritual creation. Any other type of love is impossible because, besides the angel’s care for the soul he was entrusted, he is incapable of other feelings. Nevertheless, it is forbidden... Furthermore, a guardian’s sacred vows also include Distance and Silence. Firstly, he must be far in order to be close, gently and discreetly “sickening” the human soul with his guidance, thus respecting free will. Second, there is the promise to keep Silence; an angel’s silence is an expressive tranquility and not an arrogant voicelessness. It is the supreme form of obedience towards divinity. You remember Adam and Eve? They broke the sacred vow of obedience when eating from the forbidden tree. Well, there is more to the story than just that- when God made the first humans, He put the power of knowledge and immortality on a balance. Adam and eve inclined the first thaler and lost immortality. They really thought they could have both... such ignorant! However, in guardian angels’ case, things were a both more difficult because being gifted with both powers they could have easily fallen into the temptation of interfering over free will (and other have fallen because of less...) so All Mighty had them keep two promises .If broken the sacred “rules”- love included- the sinner would fall from Heaven and be disowned for eternity.

[violetharlequin]

***

It all started with a dress (Agatha’s favourite) that had gone missing and reappeared by miracle, back in the closet and other such manifestations of pure luck. Of course, she considered them coincidences until she started seeing Christian. She didn’t see him clearly at the beginning, but more like flashes so someone. His presence resembled the one of a ghost but despite that, the girl wasn’t afraid; actually she felt quite safe with him around... Later, the silhouette turned into a distinct figure. Agatha could feel his breath sometimes when the spaces in which she found herself were narrow and his steps when she would walk alone, at night, on the street. Her feelings for Christian were in the limit of ‘normality’, given the fact that she could see her guardian angel. The bond between them was a strong one because of the unique characteristic of their relationship and because of the love he was carrying for her- Christian was always there and that felt safe. But that feeling would soon turn into something completely different.
Life was running with its bare feet on the shore of Time, leaving printed on the sand seconds, minutes, hours, days... There were moments of glory, when she lit the room with her happiness and dark hours. Those were the days in which the shadows walked on the earth instead of people and the Light was hunted down by Fear- treacherous and slippery was the road Light had take to escape... It wasn’t depression, it was never depression. You might say that it was a cloth she would wear sometimes when she wanted to feel something else. What was Christian afraid of was that she would one day not be able to come back; she always did, but he feared that the dark side would possess her, being a more spectacular world, full of mystery and thrills. And the truth was that Agatha liked to gamble... The same human nature- insatiable for power and craving to subjugate had now been awoken in her; a thought, a thought so daring that it could make the devil envious, had made its way into her head and stuck its thorns into her heart. “Could I make him fall in love with me?” Agatha asked herself. “I know he cares for me but what if? What if I could make him shatter that wall between us?” And so the orchestra started to play and the couples to dance...

***

I was on my way to the storage room when I saw Lu coming. His long wings, like made of granite, were giving me the impression that they were cutting the ground. I kept my sight straight and my pace normal. He had passed me by only one step when he suddenly turned around, grabbed me and pushed me to the wall. Lu put his hand round my waist, holding me tightly and with his other he touched my mouth.
“What have you done?” he asked me. I didn’t know what he was talking about. He started playing his fingers down my chest, arm, until he reached my hand, gripped me by the wrist and raised it. I had my hand bandaged because I had cut myself that morning and because I hadn’t had time to change the dressing, it was red. (I later realized what had triggered his reaction...fresh blood) The devil was touching my blood...my wound was burning... and his eyes...his eyes were piercing me with their look; the pain was however bearable. Lu then softly brushed his face against mine and squeezed my hand.
“Does it hurt?” he asked me. It did, but I ground my teeth. Seeing no obvious reaction, he squeezed harder.
“Ahh...” sighed my worthless body-
“You should take better care of yourself”, Lu advised me and let my hand down. While he was unbinding the dressing, I was looking aside, with my eyes hidden by my hair.
“You’re upset. Have I offended you?” I was silent. He took my bleeding hand and kissed it. “Forgive me.”, he responded humbly.
“And what if I don’t want to forgive you?” I replied on an easy flirtatious voice, curious to see his reaction. Lu’s eyes glowed of surprise. He took his hand from my waist and slipped it under my kimono.
“Well then...I’ll just have to make you forgive me, won’t I?” His nails weren’t long but they were tickling my skin and the warmth of his hand, his sensual touches were making me blush. The light in the corridor was slowly fading- we disappeared in the darkness...

***

The glow of Christian’s wings was competing with the morning light. The girl woke up. She didn’t know what to say or do so she just greeted him “good morning”. But behind her politeness and tempered attitude was in fact a powerful desire to win the angle over and very soon he became her perfect challenge. Her struggle to seduce him was getting more and more fierce. All that and no reaction- not on the outside...on the inside things were quite the opposite: “I can’t... he sobbed. Why is she doing this to me? She is my Protégée and she’s acting like this... I would take her in my arms and never let her go! Christ! What a thought! Lord, forgive me!” The angel was in the underworld, on his knees, crying. Meanwhile, Agatha was arguing with everybody, her room was a total chaos; she had lost her key and was now on the verge of breaking something. The puzzle was a few pieces from completion.

***

I was in my office, working. Lu came in. I was a bit surprised but I didn’t let it show.
“I’m going away for a couple of days. I’m leaving you in charge.” I raised my head. The amber of my right eye was covered by a few stripes. “OK”, I responded calmly and continued on with my work. Lu turned around to leave, but something very familiar drew his attention...A part of a wing was lying there, on a shelf.
“Please, do be gentler next time...” he told me on a deep voice, and left the office.

***

The people on the streets were like beasts- wondering about, angry and always in a hurry. The city had become a sanctuary for them and a young soul could not be safe in such a crowd, in such a mixture of wicked, evil thoughts. But on that day, the young soul was hungry for risk and the temptation of gambling with fate blossomed inside her like a flower. She was waiting to cross the street; the light was red, the cars were speeding... Agatha tightened her fist, bit her lips and flashed onto the street. All the mad drivers were honking and swearing: “Are you insane?! Stupid girl!” She was almost on the other side when she saw a yellow cab coming towards her with tremendous speed. The girl froze. The city’s voice was now silent- she closed her eyes. When she opened them, she found herself in the angel’s arms. Time had slown down. She was gazing at him, amazed. “You love me, don’t you?” she thought. He took her hand and they crossed the street. Her lips were sealed and her eyes wet. She took a step back...and ran. The desire to run away from him was the only thing she could think of. Agatha got home and went into her room. But its image didn’t calm her down as hoped. She started crying. Christian appeared in front of her.
“Leave me! Go away! Please! Go away, leave me! “, she shouted. He wanted to touch her, to calm her down. The wound in his heart was bleeding again; the voice of reason was screaming not to interfere, not to touch his Protégée. He couldn’t bear the pain anymore and with a trembling hand, he reached for her. Agatha slapped his hand, pushed him to the wall and kissed him. Christian’s feelings had made him real... His pupils dilated, his wings stretched out and enlightened. The extraordinary energy released burnt his wings, which had become matter but despite that, he didn’t feel the pain as he was overwhelmed by happiness. In the sky, a storm of rage had been unleashed. God was infuriated by the angel’s actions and as punishment for breaking the sacred vows, He disowned and doomed him. Christian’s body was slowly evaporating while Agatha was looking desperately at him. She put her hand to her mouth. The angel’s figure disappeared completely, leaving a basil perfume in the room.

***

A very tall room lit by candles. Lu is probably finishing his painting. As I am walking down the corridor, I can hear music. I open the door. Next to another white wall, a new candle has been lit. My name is Jin. I keep the register of fallen angels.


Note: for A.

I will post the rest of the story if I get feedback. Warning! Mature content!

[Falsum]

do you mind if i give you some comments? i'm not exactly the most qualified so i feel kinda bad for giving comments as my writing isnt perfect by a long shot...


the thing that stands out the most, and is rather distracting, is the little amount of information you give. You really don't give much description on certain things, and leave much for inference. I'm assuming Jin is the same narrator who is in love with Lu? I'm assuming that the candles are the record of fallen angels? Lu paints with a swinging body? did agatha try to kill herself? and then just run home afterwards? you explained the protegee/angel relation rather late as well... i don't mean to sound mean, but it felt like the entire story i had missed a passage or a page, and i was just trying to catch up.

you might explain more in the second part, but quite frankly that does me no good, because i don't know what is going on now in the first part.

however it is well written at the same time. For everything you don't describe or describe poorly, you describe other things well, and overall the story and organization is pretty well done.

again this is just IMO, and just comments that i felt when i was reading.

[violetharlequin]

Originally Posted by Falsum

do you mind if i give you some comments? i'm not exactly the most qualified so i feel kinda bad for giving comments as my writing isnt perfect by a long shot...


the thing that stands out the most, and is rather distracting, is the little amount of information you give. You really don't give much description on certain things, and leave much for inference. I'm assuming Jin is the same narrator who is in love with Lu?[1] I'm assuming that the candles are the record of fallen angels?[2] Lu paints with a swinging body? [3]did agatha try to kill herself?[4] and then just run home afterwards? you explained the protegee/angel relation rather late as well... i don't mean to sound mean, but it felt like the entire story i had missed a passage or a page, and i was just trying to catch up.

you might explain more in the second part, but quite frankly that does me no good, because i don't know what is going on now in the first part.

however it is well written at the same time. For everything you don't describe or describe poorly, you describe other things well, and overall the story and organization is pretty well done.

again this is just IMO, and just comments that i felt when i was reading.

First of all, let me say I'm surprised someone actually read it. Thank you.

The story is meant to be fuzzy in the beginning because it has a lot of symbolism in it and I, as a person, am hermetically closed, if I may say so. Other ppl have "complained" they don't understand a thing , but I can but only "blame" it on my style of writing and choice of words. However, after reading the rest of the story, they came to understand the role each character plays, and implicitly, the plot. I don't mind if "the reader" gives up on me or the story- it was a risk I had taken from the very beginning. I cannot describe things in an explicit manner-for me, beauty lies in the darkness, in the hidden face of the world. If they were out in the open, where anyone could see, feel and reach them, then they would become empty and shallow, thus losing the essence.

I'll take one question at a time
1. there are two narrators, as it is a story within a story. The first narrator is me and the second is Jin, who is also a character. Yes, Jin is in love with Lu, that you have figured out and it is correct.
2. Each candle represents the existance of a soul. The new candle that has been lit refers to Christian, who will fall soon. That is the reason for which the flame is blue (it is a new soul).
3. Now that is bothersome... If that is what you understood, it means I have to rewrite the paragraph :| No, see, Lu's idea of painting is morbid. The white wall is his canvas, the trapped body is the colour (red) he uses and the swinging part is the technique. He swings and everytime he gets close to that body, he stabs it. The blood, coming from the trapped "paints" the white wall aka the canvas. Hope it is clearer now :|
4. Agatha tried to kill herself to make Christian appear. She wanted him to react and prove his love, which he did. But after the little stunt she pulled off, Aggy realised that what she had done was wrong.Yes, after the "epiphany" she runs home to try to calm herself and to recap what had happened.

Don't worry about appearing to sound mean. I'm not made of glass
If by any chance, you are interested to read the rest,please tell me and I will post it. Again, thank you for the feedback. I was expecting none

Have a good day!
Violet

[Falsum]

Originally Posted by violetharlequin

First of all, let me say I'm surprised someone actually read it. Thank you.

your welcome

Originally Posted by violetharlequin

The story is meant to be fuzzy in the beginning because it has a lot of symbolism in it and I, as a person, am hermetically closed, if I may say so. Other ppl have "complained" they don't understand a thing , but I can but only "blame" it on my style of writing and choice of words. However, after reading the rest of the story, they came to understand the role each character plays, and implicitly, the plot. I don't mind if "the reader" gives up on me or the story- it was a risk I had taken from the very beginning. I cannot describe things in an explicit manner-for me, beauty lies in the darkness, in the hidden face of the world. If they were out in the open, where anyone could see, feel and reach them, then they would become empty and shallow, thus losing the essence.

well i suppose that makes sense, as long as you knew the risk of a writing style like that...
"Confusion makes men cowards"- i don't remember who said it, but i think it's relevant hah hah

Originally Posted by violetharlequin

4. Agatha tried to kill herself to make Christian appear. She wanted him to react and prove his love, which he did. But after the little stunt she pulled off, Aggy realised that what she had done was wrong.Yes, after the "epiphany" she runs home to try to calm herself and to recap what had happened.

1-3 i understood, but this one i didn't get at all. so thanks for explaining it to me hah hah


[QUOTE=violetharlequin;126767]Don't worry about appearing to sound mean. I'm not made of glass
If by any chance, you are interested to read the rest,please tell me and I will post it.[?QUOTE]

yeah sure post the rest, i'm curious to read hah hah

Originally Posted by violetharlequin

Again, thank you for the feedback. I was expecting none

i spend all my time on the forums here in the author's corner hah hah

[violetharlequin]

2.1


I could see the red candles burn upside down; burn to death . . . I wanted to scream but I knew that if I did that, He would prolong my torture until dawn.
“Don’t you like me anymore?” he whispered in my ear. His voice was carrying an almost undetectable feeling of fear. Don’t like you? I thought in my mind . . . “Don’t like you?? You’ve gotten into my blood and beyond … and now… n…n…nnh...ho…o…w –as you are poisoning my neck with your kisses – I … am…damned…
Lu stopped, grabbed me by the wrist of each of my hands and raised them above my head. He then drew his legs forward to catch my thighs in between, keeping my body beneath his own. I was breathing fast and was anxious to see what he would do next. Lu opened his mouth a little bit but then closed it and instead, intensified his eye contact. If you would expect the devil’s eyes to be any colour of the spectrum, the most circulated one being the red– blooded version, then you are the foolest mortal who has ever read a book about the creatures of Hell and his master and actually believed what was written there! Lucifer’s eyes are fragments of divine light. When God made him, He made him the brightest angel in Heaven but he lost that inner light when he fell. Nevertheless, his eyes hold the deepest and most magnificent transfiguring of light ever created, as a sign of who he once were.
Lu was continuously looking into my eyes; he was just, sitting there, warm and comfortable on top of me, in a silence that was making me mad.
“Stop looking at me!” I told him and turned my head on one side.
“I like what I’m seeing …” the bastard responded gravely and flirtatiously.
“Let go of me …, I asked of him with half a voice. My wrists hurt”. I was lying, of course. The grip wasn’t at all strong. To my amazement, he let go. I got up and because he had also freed the rest of my body, I moved away from him and covered with the blanket. Yes, I cheated on you! What do you want me to do now??
I am a foolish and weak slave, trapped inside a place made out of glass; the walls, thick but translucent, are arranged in a hexagonal shape– if it were circular, it would have meant my death– Do you… still want me? The air inside that place was making me feel like my skin had stuck to my roost so I started hitting the walls, wanting to break free…but there was no use…I …can’t… breath… However, the lantern was let to drop and hit the ground, breaking in thousands of shivers.
“Jin…”
On hearing that word, I relapsed.
“Yes?” I responded. Our eyes met. Lu smirked and asked me.
“Was it enjoyable? “
I raised, put my yukata on and went towards a candle. I put it out and then looked at him through the fading smoke.
“Better than the devil…”
The door closed behind me…

***

Winter had already come on Earth but that didn’t matter. Not anymore. Since Christian disappeared, Agatha engaged herself into an evil race to kill souls; she was 20 and she had already buried “by love”, a graveyard of hearts. That was the punishment God gave to her: “Shall you walk like a zombie on this Earth until the angel you have killed will be reborn once more!” An angel? Be reborn?! What a joke!

***

The door of my office opened; a pair of blue eyes appeared, followed closely by a mischievous smile. I ignored him completely until it started to get on my nerves, which was pretty soon; seeing no other alternative to be left to work, alone, I addressed him.
“You’re standing in my light.”
“I don’t want you to get burnt…” he replied.
“Is there anything I can do for you?” I asked, obviously annoyed by his presence and in the very least mood for any of his games.
“You can…” he said and then whispered the continuation of his dazzling proposal in my ear.

Meanwhile, the corridors of Hell were being lit, foot by foot, by a mysterious figure; it was its master and He was heading straight for the “Archives”…

“Close the door when you leave. I’m busy” I cut him short. Before I could take my pen back into my hand, I was violently grabbed by my arm and thrown on my desk. He climbed on top of me, holding my hands to my back. This highly uncomfortable position infuriated me.
“Do you know you have the most beautiful eyes when you’re angry?” he asked, smiling like a rat.
“Get off me!!” I yelled at him while struggling to break loose.
“Are you this feisty when He’s on top of you, touching you? «My Jin»… “

Lucifer couldn’t have had a better timing! Hearing one’s beloved yell like that, well, I would also hurry to see what was going on; this more or less an intrusion however, brought him closer to the truth than any crystal ball would have…
The “aggressor’s” body was thrown with such strength, that it hit the north– western wall, smashing the embedded cupboard to small pieces of wood. After a quick scan, the demon’s eyes darkened and tightened his lips.
“Christian…Tried to play with…«my Jin»?” he asked the injured on a deep voice.
I was looking down, my hair covering completely my own fragments of light, my forearm bleeding like in one of his masterpieces… I stopped right beside him and spoke without raising my head.
“I need a new office.”

The former guardian angel was lieing on the floor with his bones crushed from the impact of the blow, in a somewhat conscious state. Jin’s power, better yet, Jin’s manifestation of any sort of mystical power, took him completely off guard. All of a sudden, he started feeling an excruciating pain in his left shoulder– Lucifer had pierced his flesh with his nails and had sunk his fingers in Christian’s limb; the physical torture made him come to his senses, only to realize he wasn’t touching the ground anymore. The devil then gently brushed away the wounded’s hair and licked one of his fingers to taste his blood.
“Delicious” he remarked.
“Master…” the angel tried to speak. Lucifer raised his eyes.
“Now, Christian, don’t force yourself…you are seriously injured.”
Christian sighed and closed his eyes in relief. His master, however, sunk his fingers deeper in his flesh, making the lovely, wine– coloured blood flow like the affluents of a river.
“You would make a marvelous painting, my darling…” he said caressing his face. “Although it would mean a total waste of these beautiful blue eyes of yours and I do hate to waste…But perhaps, if I only were to use a small part of you, then…” Fear had already infected Christian’s mind and paralyzed it as he could see in the demon’s eyes, what he was going to do to him. A cry of pain like a shock wave shook Hell’s Gates.


Hell’s corridors seem so narrow and so long…and the ceiling is no longer a ceiling! The floor is up, instead… Stop beating! …You are beating too strongly and each pounding makes me puke. Stop beating, please!! You’re a burden…You’ll make me spit my guts out if you don’t just relax…just a little bit… A window! If I could just open it to get some fresh air…Ahh!…I think I’ve hit my head. Good, you’re relaxing…

From under Jin’s body, a shadow rose and started taking a concrete shape. Its perfect skin and opaque eyes became visible, but oddly enough, instead of clothes, it was “growing” a sort of sandy crust with subsidences, just like the desert platform, that were randomly covering the humanoid’s body. Its left hand wasn’t however a hand but a bone– modified hourglass with black blood instead of sand running through it.
“Shar`an…”
“Lucifer…” he said and bowed his head. “Is something wrong?”
Lucifer knelt besides Jin and then took him into his arms.
“No…He is mine” the devil looked at him and then responded. You’ve lost so much blood, my love…
“Do you know what this means now?”
“I don’t recall asking your opinion on that matter, Shar`an. His hourglass belongs to me – Also, you are never to come by his path again. Now leave me.”
“Yes, Master…” the docile servant replied and made itself one with the darkness…

Jin was as white as the snow falling on Earth and almost as cold – this displeased Lu terribly so he kissed the blood on his beloved's lips and then they disappeared like ghosts…

[violetharlequin]

2.2

Warm…what is that warm, pleasant feeling? Can something such as this exist in Hell? I don’t want to open my eyes…Maybe it’s a circle– dream like the ones Lu tortures the seventh level sinners with; the sweet dream ultimately turns into a nightmare that keeps repeating itself over and over in the damned’s head until his eyes and mouth are dried up…Is it a dream? Have you found the way to punish me for what I did? If so, then, opening my eyes won’t change anything, will it?
I opened my eyes and saw an arm holding me. His arm... but Fear kept me from turning around to see if it really was Him– the fear my dream would vanish. Therefore, I just stood there silent, hoping this feeling would last and that I would remain in this stage of the illusion. I noticed my arm bandaged. The window! I remember now…I was begging my heart to stop beating and it finally had listened to me and relaxed…Wait! Then…does this mean I am dead? If I’m dead I can’t be having this dream! Damn you, Christian! Damn you!
Suddenly, the body that was generating my delicious warmth started moving and the arm draw me closer to it.
“Are you awake?” Lu’s voice resonated in my ear, which was then kissed.
“Am I?” I replied a little bit frightened.
“Why wouldn’t you be?” he asked.
“Because…I…Am I not dead?” I am so confused…
“Why would you think that?” he asked me again, intrigued.
I closed my eyes for one moment and then turned around on my back. It is you! These magnificent black– light eyes starring at me now, going through my whole body in search of my essence…It can’t be a dream…Not anymore…
“I…I felt my pulse slowing down and I imagine I must have lost a tremendous deal of blood…”
Lu was listening to me, a bit surprised, like a mother listens to her little boy talking about things he is so “sure” about.
“Your pulse was weak but you didn’t lose that much blood. The dizziness and nausea –which are logical effects by the way, install after a ravishing display of power such as the one you pulled out in your office– might have made you believe you were going to die. Is that all?”
“I know what I felt!” I responded.
“Really?” Lu raised his eyebrow.
“Yes. Doctor…” “Doctor Quack” I mumbled.
“Then I should believe you when you said angel– boy was better than me…shouldn’t I?”
“Gealous?”I asked him with satisfaction.
“Yes. I was. And I enjoyed every minute of it…” Lu said smirking.
“What do you mean? What did you do?”
“I just played a little with Christian too” he replied.
Now I was gealous.But that feeling quickly disappeared as I was surprised by a deep, slow kiss. I closed my eyes and let my pores be invaded by the warmth of his touches. «My demon»…

***

“Who are you? No!! Get away from me! Stay away! No! Noooo!!!”
Rejoice my darling…You are now a fallen…In the land of the damned, you are too a damned…You will never return to who you were – your heart will change…it has already begun… The seed of lust will thrust into the crystalline of your eyes and will grow there prosperous! Its flowers will then bloom, cloaking your eyes and all that was once pure love will turn into a dirty and savage sexual act…The light will run away from, my fallen…You will become my flesh– hungry creature, who will taint his blood with the blood of others… Welcome, my love! Welcome…! The voice disappeared laughing. Christian woke up all sweaty; a few red drops tainted the blanket of the bed he had been lieing in. He wiped his nose with his right hand and tried to get up but his body had lost too much energy and couldn’t obey his commands. Azariel, who had been awaken by the angel’s screams, caught him – deliciously convenient wouldn’t you agree? – just in time. Agitated, Christian shouted he not be touched.
The pretty snake, however, became gentler in his embrace, drawing the angel closer to him.
“It’s alright. It’s me…I won’t hurt you… Just calm down…” his wicked tongue whispered on a soft voice in Christian’s ear. Look…you’re trembling…Let me hold you until you come to your senses”. Seeing his dirty hand, Azariel reached for a piece of a softer cloth and cleaned him.
Christian had calmed down and so turned around to see who his “benefactor” was.
“I…You…” He closed his eyes for one second to remember the other’s name. “Azariel…”
“How beautiful you pronounce it” the demon told him smiling.
Christian blushed, bringing an interesting light in Azariel’s eyes. Realizing how he’d reacted, he quickly averted his eyes from the demon. Only, the demon was faster than him– one hand caught his own, the other turned his face towards him.
“I wonder what your eyes reflect when your body trembles with pleasure, not fear…” Azariel said to him and raised an eyebrow. He then approached Christian’s lips but stopped few millimeters away. The fallen opened his eyes, surprised. His arm was let loose too.
“Why have you stopped?” he asked.
Azariel sighed.
“Tell me!” he demanded.
“I…am not the one your body calls when it is cold…” the demon replied.
“What are you talking about? “ Christian inquired.
“What am I talking about? Oh I see it. You like to play… I bet he does too… The Devil isn’t enough for him anymore so he must “inflict” others as well…Isn’t it so? “
That was the last person he wanted to be reminded of…Jin…the one for whom the Devil had ripped his left arm and growing back an arm is no easy process– no wonder the bad dream! Fortunately, someone came to the rescue…and what a ‘someone”…
“What happened between me and the Archiver is over” he told him and raised his eyes. Azariel looked at him a bit puzzled – should he believe Christian? In fact, it really didn’t matter what was the nature of the fallen’s relationship with the Archiver as he was far too intelligent to be deterred by such an insignificant detail; his plan hint the Devil himself. What he was playing in front of Christian now was nothing more than a well– devised plan. It’s just that he needed an ally, someone who had had direct contact with the closest creature around Lucifer: Jin. Jin would be the key to dethroning his Master. All he had to do is wait… And as we all know, patience is a virtue…
“I…always wanted to get close to you…but you were busy with someone else…”Azariel told him, his faced marked by an upset and disappointed look. Hearing that, Christian became more confident and as they say, returned to his old ways…
“I am here, in this room, alone with you…”
He approached the demon and while he licked him on the neck, he whispered in his ear. The lights in the room were put out. His eyes reflected lust and lust alone…

***

Tic– tac tic– tac…The clock is ticking Archiver…

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2.3

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It was nighttime. On Earth, a heavy rain was falling – if you could give Rain a body then you would be wasting your time. Why? Because Rain is a serial killer; its only purpose is to cover the world under water. It is also mischievous, sneaky – it travels from one city to another all across the continent. Its method is simple; efficient….it’s the kind of slayer you’d admire the most. Moreover, it never quits – it kills even if it means dieing along with its victims and that makes it a suicidal maniac. That is why Rain should not receive a body…

The pain was like a worm inside him– twisting and turning and burning his skin on the outside; his kimono was wet from the state in which he was sweating and his fingers had already made violent contacts with the wall, it having been “decorated” with blood. But it was not enough– he would have scratched his own skin if he could if that meant to ease the pain.
Nonetheless, it was growing stronger, consuming all of his energy. His head was soldered on the wall. Suddenly he heard a most familiar sound. Not him, not Lu! Not now, in the middle of my attack, he thought. The thing was that he could not explain what was happening to him and to be honest, that wasn’t even his main issue. The real problem was the fact that he was suffering some…changes… For the past three or so weeks he had been experiencing a disturbing phenomenon: out of the blue, he would feel excruciating pain in his chest which would then spread randomly across his body. Sometimes his muscles on his legs would contract so much that his veins would pop or on the contrary, his flesh would give him the impression it was melting – this was the scenario at the beginning. As the days passed, however, the attacks became more violent and lasted longer. His last two manifested differently – besides the feeling of overheated skin, his bones would protrude, defying the flesh. He hated how he looked! He hated how his body was transforming and he could not let anyone see him like that, especially Lu…
Lu had been away– conveniently enough– for one week, visiting other worlds and before that, he had been wisely kept busy with reports and inventories. When he did find time to come by the Archives, Jin would always be either swamped with work, either … not there! However today the devil got fed up with everything actually, and decided to pay “his” Jin a short visit.
The door knob was pressed down and the door opened…at first, it seemed like the office was empty– drowned in darkness and empty… But on a more attentive look, one could distinguish a figure … Lu immediately dashed and embraced him.
“No! What are you doing? Let me go! I can’t…” Jin sobbed.
“Shut up!” the devil cut him shortly.
Jin raised his head and looked into Lu’s eyes.
“Lu…I’m…becoming a monster…Let me go!” he said and gathered all of his strength to pull himself apart from his master’s arms. Despite the effort, he didn’t succeed as Lu caught him by his left arm; in the ailing’s attempt, the kimono got broken up, falling unto the ground.
“Look at me now! Is this what you wanted to see? Is it?!? I’ve been keeping you away because…because I know I can’t change back….Something’s happening to me…”
(Tears were running down his face) “I can’t stay by your side anymore… You are the most beautiful creature in Hell. You deserve … something else… I’m a …monster…” Jin said, lowering his eyes.
“Then I’ve fallen for a monster!” Lu arrogantly replied.
On hearing this, Jin’s eyes – one amber and one cyan – widened the feeling only to be doubled by a deep sigh. Lu approached his beloved and raised his head by his chin, just like old times.
“Don’t look at me like that, you bastard…” Jin told him blushing.
Meanwhile, Lu’s left hand slowly slid down the other’s waist and started to caress his inner thigh.
“Lu…stop it…my body is disfigured…”
The affirmation was more than insufficient to stop the devil from gently arousing his beloved.
“Refuse me again and I’ll be more than happy to rape you, my love…” his response came on a deep voice.

The rain on Earth had lost its power. It came and did its bidding. The streets were flooded, the city was flooded. Only the darkness needed to come and cover it completely. The darkness however, was needed elsewhere… an insecure soul summoned it, to veil its fragile body …

***

Where are the wings now? Where are the human’s own wings? A tainted soul cannot carry them anymore– they are too heavy… they become a burden…


Agatha or what had remained of her was lieing on the bed, eyes on the ceiling. She couldn’t feel her body; but that was not unusual. This kind of numbness often haunted her since the nightmares intensified. Or was it the effect of the drugs? No. And NO, they weren’t painkillers. They were sleeping pills. Nevertheless, the same disgusting human body had grown used to them and developed immunity, thus throwing all her doctor and her efforts down the drain. A new recipe – what am I, a rat? An experimental rat. No…I used to be… a person. I used to love. Be able to love. Love…such an echo it has… The walls around me, this box I am living in gives it such a nice ring… Lo– ve… Her thought tried to convey this noble feeling but instead, the only thing it could do was to cling to a faint memory. Going nowhere – just like a zombie…

It was 11: 02 am. Classes started at 4pm. Work started at 12 am. I cannot do this…
Her doctor, wait, there is a better name for it – physician, had told her to get a job. Occupy your time in a practical way, he said. She didn’t need the money though – she didn’t lack that. Ultimately, the job would represent a new environment, new people to argue with, and a chance to put your brain to work so it would not rot just like the heart. Oh yes, do not remind her of the heart because it can tell too many tales now… Christian and all that he stood for had been brutally erased from her memory just like a horny teenager deletes non– porn images on his or her computer. Delete, delete, delete, delete. “Agatha” … delete!
In spite the complete turn the girl had suffered, the city hadn’t changed much; it still sheltered monsters with ridiculously long antennas and extra legs just like a cockroach’s. Also, it was a place where the sun and the moon played their game frenetically, an erotic chase, haunting each other through the help of a bald man called Light. Light was always there… waiting for the perfect time to interfere. You know, there has always been light in this universe although people do believe it appeared afterwards, multiple hypotheses being elaborated to support both sides of the story. Humans are weak and indecisive – they cannot tell what’s even lieing under them, let alone preach about the way things go around in Heaven! As I was saying, light has always been there – what too many don’t understand is that darkness was at the beginning of it all. To put it into simpler words, chaos is not the antonym of cosmos, but its first stage of existence. In time, things found their “rightful” place and remained there. Nice of them to do that, isn’t it? Returning to Light, it could be said that his role was to keep a universal balance and, in the acceptation of the human mind, he would eventually be the one responsible for splitting Day and Night apart…
“Being known” as such a merrymaker, Light let himself involved in the lives of the inhabitants of Earth; he would become their ally when love needed a more enchanting surrounding and their enemy when he shielded horrors. This time however, it was different; it was almost like he was a part of her sufferance. She was once known as that one soul that could change wind– beats into whispers, making its voice heard, the one who had managed to grow her own wings[1], the one who could create chains of memories between Earth and other worlds… But what memories did she hold now? To Agatha, day and night vanished along with her guardian angel, being “blessed” instead with the torture of being aware that something was missing, but not being able to remember. The girl’s torment consisted of an ingenious combination – I must admit – of undefined flashes of her now fallen angel, with mixed but vague feelings and a lovely dose of anxiety sweetened with fear. What fear do you ask? The fear of losing yourself – or your sanity– completely …

***
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[1] In the beginning, humans were more powerful and appealing to the All Mighty’s eye than the angels and because they were pure, they had wings of light. Also note the fact that when an angel loses his or her wings, they enlighten before disappearing, thus the connection with the first humans

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2.4

***

The surfaces of the two light blue spheres were reflecting the body of a creature of Hell. The inhabitant, whose actions were followed with devious precision, was getting dressed as it was daybreak [2].
“Do you like what you’re seeing?” asked the one who after getting dressed, took an unusual piece of jewelry and put it around his neck.
“Maybe if you had turned around…” the other responded with on apparent absent voice.
“You know my…front so well you could draw a map after it.” The demon moved away from the cubicle and sat next to him. “It seems I have to bite you again otherwise you won’t let me leave the room…”
“And you’re displeased? “ Christian inquired.
“Hmmm… Today you’ll be getting your first assignment as a fallen…I don’t want to wear you out…”
“Of course. Do not trouble yourself with this…I’ll find a human to wear me out…” The former angel got up and picked up a veil from the floor, ignoring Azariel completely. The creature however reacted promptly, capturing the almost naked body in front him in his arms. Azariel was holding Christian tightly, one hand on his chest, the other one around the waist and his keen, long tongue licked the neck’s beautiful white skin, reaching up to the fallen’s earlobe.
“It also seems I have to teach you some manners…” Azariel’s voice echoed in his ear.
“Oh do you? But I am such a well – mannered boy…I promise not to thrust too hard…”
“Thrust, hei? “
“The human’s heart, of course…” Christian replied and then removed the demon’s hand from his waist. “I believe I have to go… Lucifer might be waiting for me.”
On hearing that name, Azariel’s blood heated up. He then gripped the loose hand and pushed the others’ body on the ground. Christian smirked. After crossing his legs around the snake that was deliciously standing on top, he looked into Azariel’s eyes and said
“The hard way…”

***



“You knew this would happen, yet you didn’t say a word…” a grave voice echoed in the darkness.
“It is a transformation he must go through, Master…”
“It is interesting how despite the fact that I haven’t given you the smallest hint you could ever decide that on your own, you had the courage to open your slot !!” the Ruler of Hell yelled at Shar`an. The servant humbly buried his sight in the ground and then spoke on a low voice and twittering.
“He has only six days left until the final transformation… He is a damned soul and in the same time rejoices as he is chained to the Master of demons – this works both ways: as an honor and a curse…”
“I don’t need you to tell me what I am to him, Shar`an” Lu interrupted him.
“I am indebted to say what has happened to him and why and what will happen.
Master, punish me now as I have kept silence – nevertheless it cannot be changed, as I could not intervene when I was ordered to never cross his path…” As he spoke, Death stared Lucifer in
the eye.
“Do not angry me further, Shar`an…” the devil warned him.
“Indulge me, Master, to say this: from releasing him from under my power you have tied him twice. The bond you share cannot be broken but in the same time you have created a precedent. For millenniums, no creature has escaped my claws…”
“You forget who you are talking to. There is no such thing as «precedent». The mere concept does not exist! Why do you worry Shar`an ? Do you believe I won’t be around for long? “Lu started laughing and his eyes sparkled.
“Forgive me, Master.”
“I am giving his hourglass back… You’ll need it, won’t you?”
The creature of hell smiled and from under his cloak, Shar`an handed Lu an empty one.
“Forgive me, Master for my discomposure. “
“I think we have a dirty little human incoming…” the devil said looking up and smirking.
Recollecting himself, Shar`an shook off his disquietude completely and replied.
“Not sure if he can commit suicide… Better go give him…an ax…”
Lu chuckled as his secondary and if possible to a certain extent – friend – disappeared to help the soul in need. A second later, he was in his room, locking the door. Jin was surprisingly sleeping quietly. He put the new hourglass on a shelf and disguised it as a candle. After doing so, he undressed and lent over his beloved to kiss him on the mouth when he noticed a beautiful pair of fangs sticking out. Lu raised one eyebrow. Hmmm something new I could play with…, he thought.
“I heard that” Jin responded without opening his eyes. Lu lent over him again to kiss him and to his surprise, got bitten softly by his lower lip.
“Very inviting…” the devil spoke on a flirtatious voice. Jin opened his eyes and got up, resting on one hand.
“I might not let your wings survive…” The whisper made Lu shiver with pleasure.

The new hourglass shined in the light of the few candles still burning in the chamber. In less than a week it would be filled up with white sand, thus marking the birth of the first Deathwalker…

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[2] It was daybreak on Earth. The passing of time is measured after the human scale to make it easier for the reader to place the events chronologically.

***

He had finally escaped Christian’s arms… It was not that he didn’t enjoy it– he enjoyed it to the fullest but he had to fulfill a higher purpose and couldn’t accept any impediments. Impediments, hei? To be franc, he licked his lips just after leaving his lover; the door closed behind him but his body was hungry for even more and his thoughts aimed the fallen and not Lucifer. The truth was that he never thought the former angel could be so…talented. Careful, careful…it might come to haunt you…
After he erased Christian’s image from his head, Azariel left determined to carry out his work. He had made a very smart move – he was now in charge of the Archives instead of Jin. Where is the little rat hiding? Oh well, I’ll know soon enough. Your scent will be easily traced down won’t it, Deathwalker? , he thought. The reason why Azariel had got this job in the first place was because he had been Lucifer’s right hand and former companion before Jin’s arrival. Jin had been transferred from a very distant planet, from a somewhat different world, this explaining his rather strange appearance[3]. Azariel was a New Age demon, the descendent of Nenko to be more exact and had stuck to his Master from day one. He had been fascinated by Lu’s aura, by his actions, by the evilness of his mind and aspired in becoming his Protégée which unfortunately did not happen, leaving him deeply wistful. Moreover, his actions ended in failure again when trying to reclaim his position beside Lucifer – Jin had already moved into the picture, thus his existence being discarded. And as if it weren’t enough, Azariel lost the chance of becoming the head of the Praetorian Gathering.[4] All of this added up inside him. Soon enough, Master, soon enough…
Being in charge of the Archives was no easy job but in the same time it did mean access to information he would be otherwise refused. Therefore, it was the time to act quickly; Azariel knew what had happened thanks to his little source and started “digging” on his own. This time, his efforts weren’t in vain: he had found a file on Death’s attributions and all he had to do was put two and two together to figure out the reason for which good ol’ Jin was “away on an assignment”. Just a little more patience and everything would go on according to plan…

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