Upon opening the familiar smell of dried flower came drifting out of the heavy book lying in her lap. Watching the pages she once again became aware of the images laying beneath the strange language, covering the pages. She must have done this a thousand times by now. Sighing she let herself be taken by the story for the one-thousand-and-first time. As she was captured by Creation once more, she no longer paid attention to her surroundings. No longer moving but for the occasional page turn she became like a marble statue. The soft breeze flying out her hair in a stream of molten gold, creating an image of infinite and ageless beauty.
“Don’t touch me!”
Upon her scream hard rose vines shot up out of the ground, leaving the once flower covered earth bare and exhausted. Entwining the angel in a strangle hold, the thorns ripping at his clothes, leaving no skin untouched. As a tree of vines built up about his slender form she saw he was the last of the seven sins. Lucifer, angel of pride. Remembering what had happened to the other sins a shiver went down her spine. He would be better of without her. Pressing the book more tightly against her chest she started out for the field of flowers again. Crossing the small clearing she, banned him from her thoughts.
Slowly a tear crossed her face leaving a small wet trail accros her cheek. How she had hurt him then and still there was so much more to come.
“ Isn’t it better to live your life in sin then to suffer the pain of utter loneliness?”
The question, no more than a hoarse whisper from his bleeding lips, stopped her dead in her tracks. Slowly turning around she beheld his body, hanging from the once more lifeless tree of vines, held in place only by the thorns piercing his body and wings. Covered in shallow wounds, his eyes smothering from within he looked like a creature spun from the bowls of Hell. Still he was the single most beautiful thing in the whole of creation she had ever seen, his dark hair and soft feather wings perfectly complementing his pale skin, now covered in blood. Looking into his eyes, tears sprang into hers as she found deep within herself a fierce hunger to completely posses this being so unlike herself. To look upon a creature so beautiful is to die inside, someone once had said to her. As their eyes meed she suddenly knew this to be true. For a moment it looked like she would stay there, caught within his amber stare. Then a malicious smile spread across her face. Wiping her tears away with her sleeve she pressed the book even more tightly against her chest. This time she would not lose. Tearing her eyes away from his, her smile broadened.
“ My beautiful angel of sin, if you are so afraid of being alone you would suffer from it, then suffer.”
Moving closer to the tree she found herself being showered with his blood as the thorns once more pierced his helpless figure. For some time he endured in silence, but then with a soft command she send one of the spikes right through his chest, piercing his heart. His cry lingered within the space of the clearing, as if wanting to voice to it’s masters suffering. At another one of her soft commands the tree released him. As he lay on the ground trying to catch his breath, she stood over him, watching the blood flow from his many wounds into the small pool of crimson red at her feet. Then turning away in disgust she started out for the edge of the clearing again.
Crossing into the field of endless flowers she started to relax. She had finally made it all the way back to the beginning. She started opening the book when suddenly she found herself caught within his strong arms, wound around her slender form in a tight embrace.
“ Why should I suffer the company of sinners and fools too puffed up with their own pride. I’d rather be with you.”
Slowly she relaxed within his arms, letting the air escape out of her lungs. Leaning against him she sighed with pleasure. Then, turning around within his arms and resting her head upon his shoulder she whispered in his ear:
“ I’d rather be alone than perfected in sin and bound to love the way you are.”
Gently cupping his head in her hands she placed a single kiss upon his awaiting lips.
A strange calm came over me. Staring up at the blood red sky I could not imagine a place more peaceful and soothing. Coming into a sitting position I found an enormous book lying in my lap. Opened, as if I had been reading it before. Taking in my surroundings I found myself in a field filled with white roses. Perfect white roses as far as my eyes could reach. Turning my attention back to the book I found it had also been decorated with roses, it’s cover filled with their intricate design. It felt heavy in my lap providing me with a sense of weightlessness. As I turned it to look at the pages I saw they were crammed with writing in a language not like any other I’d ever seen. Curling and twisting over the page were lines in a multitude of colours. Some barely touching, others entwined like jealous lovers seemingly without visible beginning or end.
Leafing through the book I soon found all but one page covered in these writings. All but the last page. There, written in a fine masculine handwriting were following words:
To my love, the lady Lilith.
If perfection were to have a name it would be yours.
Not in His entire creation can there be found one creature such like yourself. You are, in all your perfection, his most unique find. Flawless on the outside and sinless on the inside, you are the single one being closest to God and I love you with all my heart. Therefore it is my honour and privilege to inform you that you have successfully rewritten Creation. Al sin has been purged from the face of the earth. Enjoy your so precious loneliness, my lady, for there is no one left to share it with.
Yours forever in shared passion and love.
Until we meet again in this life or the next.
Lucifer.
As the memory of those days long gone filled her with a feeling of pure horror she picked one of the white roses. Shielding the flower within her hands she simply took in the pure and unspoiled beauty of it. Such a fragile thing, a flower. Crushing it within her hands she threw the remains high up in the air the petals carrying away on the wind. They had been just like that flower. Taken away upon a wave of grief she clung to the book and cried her hearth out. Humanity was no more.
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