I woke up. Steam was rising from my face and all around my body. Soft colors of warm cream and aqua danced above me in the form of sheer cloth. The strangest sensation of warmth soaked into my body as I felt weightless, floating carefree. I realized then I was in an enormous pool of delicious warm water. Hirakesh had one like this in her home, only it was much smaller and was not lined with marble. I was cocooned in a white silk blanket that kept me tethered to one end. Oh yes. I almost died when that sea beast dragged me down to the dark water caves. Was I alive now? Where was I? At the far end of the pool sat a man. I realized then- he was the man who saved my life.
“Where am I?” As I questioned- I was honestly more curious than scared for my life. Its hard to be totally fearful of one who saved you from a savage nightmare. Beauty has a way of disarming defense- he most beautiful man ever to capture my gaze.
“They’re scared of me. You should be too.”
“You saved my life! I am in debt to you.”
“ Look at me Melekah. Tell me, am I not terrifying?”
He was right- he was terrifying. Only what kept my breath quivering was his beauty. He had the white skin. His was not transparent like the others I’ve seen. It was as opaque and solid as the dark around my eyes. He was easily twice my height, enormously broad shoulders, rigid, powerful muscles and a beautiful, long, noble face. All his features were long and noble. His hair was shaved close to the skin- noticeably black. And can you imagine- he had blue eyes? Near violet, with an irridescent intensity of the smoothest of stones. Gleaming, deep blue eyes- they were something to behold.
“Yes.” I whispered.
“Do you know who I am?”
“You. you are, you are my- we are to be married.” I answered poorly for lack of confidence and better phrasing.
“My dear, marriage is between a man and a woman. We are to be committing an abomination.” He stepped into the water, glided over to me, and sat down so his knees were sightly brushing my arm. He untied me from my cocoon, and held his enormous hand above my breast. My chest lit on fire. Great surges of energy pusled trough my veins. My insides were literally glowing. I looked up at him, astonished.
“Weather or not you wish to know, my dear. It is time you learned your future.”
He thusly commenced telling me the history.
“You have heard Adam’s story told of Satan and the Fallen Angels. You have heard of how God gave man the gift of choice and how sin was born. When God created Man, all of Heaven watched in wonder. We rejoiced with God and were fascinated with your creatures and world. Some grew very jealous of God’s honor and praise you- his creation, openly bestowed upon him. And their hearts turned black and wretched, casting them out of heaven- out of care of their Creator.
You see, we were given the gift of choice too. And with some of my brothers gone, and God’s continual presence on earth, I let my imagination flourish. My dreams and hopes centered themselves around your world. Though heaven is filled with peace, love, and eternal blessing of God’s provision my curiosity grew towards the organic splendor of time and physicality. Those of us who watched finally learned what it was that intensified our longings. Creatures of Earth have the unique ability to procreate. Humans in particular, had the dual gifts of choice and procreation. The thought that you feeble creatures mirrored God in the ability to create and raise another to your likeness, with your unique essence, was the most beautiful gift we had yet seen. Those like Satan wished to take God’s creation away from him. I wished to create. I wished to experience the spark of life, and the power of creation. I had love in my heart, and choice in my mind, and indeed, God was gracious and let us descend upon earth.
We talked with your people, sharing the stories of heaven and Gods love and our lives. Only sin infested your species faster than we had anticipated. Consequently affecting us. Many people instantly greeted us with worship. They were amazed with our enormity and luminescence and they called us Gods. Many of us were too greedy to dismiss the worship and set them straight. With the sin of Adam and later generations of sin, God’s physical presence on the earth faded, leaving His communion broken. Of course we wished to fix it. But once again, we found choice was still present.
Satan and his angels were immediately reattributed for their atrocities. The only manifestation they could achieve on the earth was through possession of animals and humans. They were completely unable to bear a physical presence. His power was strong, but physicality proved to be the essential component of influence.
So you worshiped us. You gave us food to eat, animals to raise, lands to dictate, people to manipulate, and most importantly- what we wanted. Many of us, myself included, became mildly obsessed with the women of earth. God’s sheer ingenuity of your bodies was nothing short of spectacular. Your mannerisms were foreign and addicting. How you cared for creation, how you infected gatherings with your feminine charm and presence, how you confided and encouraged and wept- was perfection. Not only that, but you worshiped our power and inhuman masculinity- feeding our egos and strengthening our fateful bonds.
Our powers, knowledge, and bodily domination intrigued mankind. We taught you “magic”. We shared our knowledge about the past and the future. We engaged in healings and incantations and most importantly- creation. Physical pleasures of this world are uniquely satisfying. They are paradoxically insatiable. And we love them. You gracious delicate creatures- women- shared the secrets of copulation.
The children we created were a uniquely Angelic and Human by design. They were magnificent and we loved them more than anything previous. Everything grew dark from those first moments. We did not know how to raise them. The humans willing to worship us openly abandoned communion with God. And our darlings were raised in the darkness. They were born without light, without knowledge of a creator, without souls. They were dark and beautiful. And although we raised them in our likeness, they were in no likeness of our God, and all of us dwelling in the world grew accustomed to the rapid dissension.
Everything worsened. Angels and humans alike grew greedy. Their knowledge grew from our powers, and our new physical cravings rapidly intensified. Many of my brightest brothers rampantly engaged in bestiality. Disgusting creatures- huge mutations of air, water, and land creatures all emerged bearing lineage from our otherworldly form. These creatures are even more savage and sordid than we imagined. Those of us who refuted this behavior in disgust tried our best to kill them off- but many took to the quiet caves and hidden forests of the land. These creatures fortunately, have no ability to mix with humans; still, their presence seems to affect mankind all the same.
Your kind has an interesting proclivity for acceptance. You openly invite, proclaim and adapt to novelty without any hesitance or thought as to what might become of you. Many of us were far too cautious. So we have developed a system. The laws God set fourth for your people were perfect in design, however since his presence had little influence over you, we were looked to for guidance. Our own system is far from holy, but it is elegant.”
I took this line as an opportunity to include myself. “This is where I come in.”
“Yes my dear. No longer could we feed our addiction for lusts of humanity with utter disregard towards its effects, we had to plan our actions. We decided that all of us angels would delegate within our own regions. We would pick one woman to learn us. She would become like-minded- in accordance and servitude with our desires. If she lived through it all, she would raise the child. And these children would fight off the mutations. They would govern mankind due to their utter humanity and brutal strength and cunning and God would have no choice but to recognize our own creations were far more beautiful than his own.
Men would serve us, not as slaves, but as fellow knowledge and pleasure seekers. These are our shadows. With our depths into the future and past and your humanity we realized our world would be less self-destructive. It's a lovely plan really. Only we haven’t been able to solve the depravity of our children. They haven’t souls. I believe you are our hope.”
“Live through it all?” My mind obviously stopped at the part where he mentioned death. Death was the ultimate taboo. It was so rare. So rare for the young. So rare for women. We didn’t die. Death? Now chills were running down my spine.
“Why did I tell you to be afraid Meka? For a laugh? My heart aches for all the sweet darlings and their watery graves. I’ll admit our beginnings were series of failed experiments. We had no idea of our sheer strength and your delicate bodies. Many women have died in intercourse. Any death you can imagine- some very brutal and tragic. Women have also died in childbirth- this is equally as common and much more gruesome. It takes a strong frame and sound mind to withstand the childbirth of a superhuman. Some die afterwards from separation heartache, some die in-between from pleasure withdrawals.
“How could you pick me then?- I may possibly be the most breakable.” My voice quivered and I felt small.
“Your fragility is the most essential component to your design. It is also your greatest injury. Since the beginning I have gained knowledge and practice on gentility. With the right training you will be ready for birth. And it is your spirit Melekah that I have been searching the whole earth for. Everyone can see the glowing- and your glowing inside is something no woman has had before.”
“I glow.” I echoed. Yes- I understood now- I glow. I’m not as dark as I have strived so hard to pretend. I have kept my heart hidden- I have tried to abandon my heart- but those with dark eyes have seen and known the luminous presence within me. I was certain I had forsaken it- but after all- it must still glimmer.
“Yes. You still have a faint spark in your soul. One only God can craft. One only fueled by one who still believes.”
“Everyone believes in God.” I flippantly stated. At this point- I realized everything coming out of my mouth was filled with stupidity. How I longed to impress.
He replied patiently, “Yes but not everyone fills their hopes and desires with him. All have readily filled their hearts with defiance and disloyalty. How else could they willingly serve us? You may have fooled yourself Meka. But take a look my dear and you will still see the pure hope of God fashioned into your heart. You cannot engineer or fake this type of conviction- and once its lost- its lost forever. And so with my discovery of you- it is my strongest wish that our children might be saved.”
“In what sense?”
“That they could have souls too, my dear. That they would not slip into nothingness upon death. That they would have choice just as we do. You have no idea of the pain. Seeing your darlings grow gnarled in the darkness, then drift off as a shadow in the night- never to be seen again. I wish for life, and love, and dominion on earth- in physicality and in spirit- for my creation. And maybe, if they arrive at heavens gates- that God would accept them as I do. Perhaps, that the union between heaven and earth would be restored once more- even strengthened.”
We sat in silence. His head hung down. He was obviously exhausted from intense emotional and mental recollection. His spirit weighted heavy, and the beauty I first recalled from this angel was amplified by his passion and disparity. We both knew God never exalted acts of sin and defiance- but the love for his conception kept him trying. It was tragic, and I couldn’t help but join in his efforts. I knew the futility that awaited us, however I was evermore accepting and curious. Since a child, I was well accustomed with feelings of impending doom and watery depths. I felt a pulling magnetism between he and I. It was then that I pulled his chin up with my small hands, tilted his gaze to meet my own- and drew myself into his lap. We held each other their in the warmest embrace I can remember.
“Thank you, Meka.” He whispered.
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