A Return To Paradise Lost
by
Ron Crepeau
Copyright 2005, R. Crepeau
Linked Table of Contents
I.
Maraleena
II.
The Fruit
III
Chantristas
IV. Angels
V.
Heaven
VI. Deja Vu
VII An Angel's
Bower
VIII. Chaos
IX. Curiosity
X. New Knowledge
XI. Angels Unreachable
XII. Discovery
XIII. Retribution
XIV. Heaven's Horror
XV. Restitution
XVI. Second Condition
XVII. Paradise
Epilogue
Around Maraleena's
Angelic form
The corridor
Sparkled brightly
As she floated
Lithely
Within its walls -
All diamond studded.
Diamond-shed light
Effervesced
Her blond hair
That trailed
The path
Prior pursued.
Resplendent robes
Of radiant rose
She wore.
Their gossamer wisps
Silhouetted
Shimmering sights
Of
Sensuous secrets.
Her flesh
Of cream,
Pure and white,
Needless of
More
As perfection
Knows
No bettering.
Eyes lovely
As befits
An angel.
Eyes softly
Singing
Of the bright
Freshness
And innocence
Of youth
Untouched
By complexities
To come.
Form
In Maraleena
Found
Proportion
And fullness
Flawless
Beyond
Even angels
To find
A mar.
So glided
This
Nubile innocent
To a fate
Only angels -
The most beautiful,
The most pure,
The most worthy -
Must
Unworthily
Endure.
Ahead,
The golden gate.
The goal
To which glided
Maraleena.
The gate
Unto the glory
Of the Great;
The Almighty;
The Father of all.
Before
The golden gate
Maraleena
Meekly paused.
A breath deep
She took
To calm
Her countenance;
To ameliorate
Her anticipation;
To set a smile
Of perfect pretense.
Maraleena's
Hollow knock,
Half-heartedly harkening,
Heralded
Hopeful hesitation
With the gate's
Continued closure.
A second
Reluctant rapping
Sent Hope
Humbly off
As the gate's
Gradual
Opening
Gaped.
As an angel
Fully familiarized
In the ways
Of seduction,
Though virgin she was,
And pure
Even more so,
Maraleena
Wafted ahead
The ambrosial scent
Of the sensual pleasure
She must,
As all angels must,
In homage,
Yield to
The Almighty Father.
Her entry
A gasp
Greeted.
No suspenseful surprise
Sullied her.
"A beauty
Above all beauties,"
Maraleena
Had heard
All angels
Acclaim
of her.
Mute of all
Except
Her sweet
Sensual
Smile
Maraleena knelt
Before Him
From whom
All flower
Into form.
His hand
Old
Cold
And bold
Lifted
Maraleena
Upright
Before Him.
She fought
A flutter of fear
And foreboding
From
its feel.
His eyes,
Admiring,
Echoed his hand,
As they advanced
Over her countenance
And through
Her gossamer gown.
"My creation,"
Cried the Almighty.
"My most perfect
Of creations!
My glory
Personified!"
All of Heaven
Reverberated
In echoes
Of his words.
All angels
Of His realm
Started
In surprise.
All knew
Of whom He spoke.
And all heard
His rumblings;
His groans;
His shrieks
As He partook
The pleasures
Of
His perfect creation.
Mighty is
the depth
of the Almighty's
beastly ego.
Insatiable is
its hunger.
Limitless
the need
for admiring angels
to feed it.
Requisite to
Such need
Is that
Faithfully
Is planted
His seed
In the
Nubile angels
Who pass through
His golden gate.
The womb
of Maraleena,
Angel
of Beauty
Beyond
All angels,
Too found
Itself
With Cherub
To be.
Wonderful
To be
An angel
Carrying
The seed
Of the Almighty.
Glorious
Each day
As her womb
Glows
With pleasure
As with size.
Eagerly awaited
Maraleena
For the birthing
Of her cherub.
Double was
Her desire
For birthing.
For angels,
Unlike womankind,
In birthing
Sense only
Exquisite pleasure -
Almost unbearable.
With the
Birthing end
So too its pleasure
Replaced by
Her cherub.
Arrived her
Appointed day
And screams
Ecstatic
She emanated.
They mingled,
As so often happens
In Heaven,
With the
Seed planting shrieks
Of the Almighty -
Those hourly
Ejaculations
Of sound
And seed.
As with
Her beauty,
Perfect
Beyond
All angels,
So too
Maraleena's cherub.
Adonis
As an angel,
A thousandfold over
In beauty,
He outshone.
Chantristas.
So named
The cherub
Born of
Maraleena,
Angel beautiful
Beyond
All angels.
Chantristas.
So named
The cherub
That suckled
The breasts
Of Maraleena,
Angel beautiful
Beyond
All angels.
Chantristas.
So named
The cherub
That grew
Handsome,
And strong,
And wise
Of Maraleena,
Angel beautiful
Beyond
All angels.
Heaven resounded
With rumors
Of the cherub
Chantristas
Growing
Unparalleled in
Handsomeness,
And intelligence,
And strength.
The Almighty,
Knowing all
Knew the rumors.
"Bring
Before my throne
This cherub,
Chantristas."
So commanded
The Almighty
His voice
Resonating
To Heaven's
Far recess
Where
Maraleena
Lovingly nurtured
Chantristas
The most handsome
Of Heaven's
Angels.
.
Astride
His throne
Of sapphire
He surveyed all
As angels about
Hailed Hosannas
Unto him.
Among the Hosannas
Appeared
Maraleena
Bowing low.
In her trail
Chantristas
Hidden in
a humbler
bow.
The Almighty
Drooled distracted
By the sight
Of his creation -
Maraleena -
Still so perfect.
Almighty breathing
Blew brazenly
As does
Thunder's peal
Rolling
Among mountains.
Angels around
Anxiously anticipated
As to if
The Almighty's seed
Might be there
Before them
Lustfully planted.
Such
Was not
Without precedent.
Maraleena,
Knowledgeable,
As are all
Lovely angels,
Of the Almighty's
Proclivities,
Raised her
Breathtaking face
Unto His
And whispered,
"Oh, Almighty One,
Father of all,
Omnipotent power,
Generous sponsor
Of our happiness,
I answer your call.
I bring unto you
The creation of
Your loins,
The humble fruit
Of my womb,
Chantristas."
Eyes locked
On His,
Her hand
Beckoned forth
Chantristas.
Chantristas
Eased slowly forward
All obscured
In his deep
suppliant bow.
"Arise,
Chantristas,
To my view,"
Ordered
The Almighty.
Chantristas
Unflinching
Arose tall
And broad,
Unfurling
As a battle banner
In a brisk breeze,
To face
The Almighty One.
Angels all around
In attendance
Gasped at
The superior stature
And handsome glory
Of this youth.
It in vast excess
Of any angels
Found then
Or in memory.
In the eyes
Of the Almighty
Maraleena
Saw the signs:
Awe,
Disbelief,
Temptation,
And then -
Submerged at first
But bursting soon
All constraints -
Submission,
To a lust
For him -
Her son.
"Almighty Benevolence,"
Maraleena
Coached,
"Before you
Stands beauty -
A reflection
of You.
Before you
Stands strength -
A reflection
of You.
Before you
Stands the sublime
As only
Your loins'
Supreme power
can exact.
Before you
Stands
The single one
Suitable to be ...
Your son."
The Almighty
Eyed Her;
Eyed Him.
A tongue
Snake-like,
Saliva soaked
Licked His lips.
His aged
Anxious
Chest pulsated.
"Chantristas -
Your son,"
Silently spoke
Maraleena,
"Me -
Your daughter.
Both yours.
You,
Oh Omnipotent One,
Deserve
No less."
Almighty eyes
From her
To him
And back
Lustfully
Sought
A solution
Between
Delights
Too equal
To choose
One first.
"Your Son?
Maraleena
Enquired
Of Him.
"My son,"
The Almighty
Said slowly
Adding
More surely,
"Hence forth
Chantristas
Shall be my son.
On my
Right hand
Beside this throne
Forever shall
He sit."
Such then
Is how
The Almighty One
Came to claim
A son
Whom he loved
In all ways
In orgasmic joy
Above all others
In the expanse
Of Heaven's
Domains.
Angels
It's said
Live forever.
Maybe so.
All we know
For sure
Is that
As yet
Death hath not
Greeted an angel.
What is known
Quite certain
Is that
Angels forget.
Not quickly.
Only slowly.
Why so?
The Almighty's
Design
To be sure.
Perhaps that
Angels may
Ever find anew
Heaven's joys.
Or perhaps
The weight
Of memories Eternal
Would crush
Even angels.
Or maybe,
Just maybe,
So that angels
May not
To Him
Pose a threat.
Angels then
Cannot tell
Who is oldest;
Or whenst
They came;
Or how
They came;
Or other
Depths
Of history -
Their own
Or others
Or Heaven
Or the Almighty.
Care not
Angels
Of the past.
Care not
Angels
Of the future.
Care angels
Only of now.
Or so
It would seem.
Heaven's joys
Are few
But filling.
Foremost
Among them
By far
The Almighty.
Recall
The role
Relegated
By the Almighty
To His angels:
That be
To ever fill
The boundless sieve
Of His ego.
How better
To ensure such
Than that
In doing so
Pure pleasure
Be the reward?
How clever
The Almighty One.
Addicted
Are angels
To the nectar
Flowing from
Ardent adulation
Of the Almighty.
Simply seeing
Their Sovereign
Sends shudders
Of succulent sweetness.
A holy hosanna
Hailing Him
Harkens up
A tingling deep
Within the torso.
Of His glance
A simple grazing
Excites ecstasy
Whose aura
Envelopes
And endures
Unto fainting.
Multitudes are
The angels
Ever anxiously
Seeking saccharine
Sensual succor
From Him.
Few the favors
To angels
Failing to
Faithfully fulfill
Their filial
Filling of
His ever empty
Sieve of
Arrogant ego.
Such an addiction
That attracts
All angels
To attempt
To encircle
His Light
In frantic frenzy -
Forever forgetful
Of before;
Of beyond.
Such an addiction
That constantly
Constrains
All angels
From adventures
Or advances afar
From His Citadel -
So central to Heaven.
So bright
His light
It dims
The radiance
Of angel
To angel
All through
The dominions
Of Heaven.
No angel
Another angel
Seeks
Or needs.
Solitary
are they
Save for
Their Supreme Sun
In whose illumination
Ever they seek
To set shadow.
Always this
The way
Of angels
Until she -
Maraleena -
And he -
Chantristas -
Roamed
The realms
Of Heaven.
Impossible
The task
To describe
All Heaven's
Vast,
Varied
Venue.
Yet,
To tell this tale
In tidy totality
Needs that
Time be taken
To illuminate
Issues
Darken by
The distance
To the Domain
Of angels
Of Heaven
Of its Sovereign
And of such other
As relates.
Immense indeed
Is Heaven's
Bounding barrier
Against the Chaos
Which seeks
Ever to encroach
Upon
The works
Of the Almighty.
Incomprehensible indeed
Even to angels
All the Almighty's
Intricately
Interwoven
Island of Inspiration.
Over
Eons of eons
Hath He -
The Consummate Creator -
Oft been instigated,
By urges integral,
His powers
To project
Unto the province
Of Chaos
Impoverishing it
To the empowerment
Of Him
And His Heaven.
Barren not
These bastions
He builds
Out of
The orderless elements
Unwillingly acquiesced
By Chaos.
Intricately woven
Each bastion
Into compositions
Of contours;
Of colors;
Of convolutions;
Of complexity
Completely
Confusing to
All but Him.
Nor there
Doth
His Discordant harmony
Halt.
Seamlessly
And subtly
Is stitched
This
Entity emergent
Into His
Fabric extant.
Little wonder
With time
Eternal passed
And enthusiasm
Unbounded
Heaven's
Enormity
And
Incalculable
Intricacies
Ever evade
All but Him.
To even
The Almighty
Time's
Homage holds.
Thus,
Chaos continues
Chagrined
By the Creator's
Capture
Of components
Of the anarchy
Chaos controlled.
So conspires
The Captain
Of confusion
To reclaim
That which
Once he held.
Nibbles he
Insidiously at
The edges
Of Heaven
Eking out
Miniscule morsels
Such satisfying
Naught
But pride.
Far from
All nibbling
Of Chaos
The flower finest
Of Heaven -
The Citadel
That comforts
The Creator
And His children.
Walls high.
Walls thick.
Walls wide
Curving
In all directions.
Only ornamental
These walls
Without warrior
Worrisome
To assault
Or assail them.
Opalescent
And glowing
Are those walls.
Flecking
Continuous
The colors
They contain.
Emerald
Sashes surround
Window panes -
Diamond sheets
That show
Similarly spectacular
Interiors.
Gold
Paves the paths
To the Citadel;
From the Citadel;
Within the Citadel.
Gold too
The parapets
And platforms
Where
Lounge Angels
And
From which
They admire
The Almighty.
Arbors abound
With jasmine
and wisteria
and ambrosia
Arranging
Aromatic symphonies.
Trees tower
Branching unto
Tangled threads
Breaking the breeze
Into harmonious
Humming -
Accompaniment
For the
Hailing hosannas
To Him.
And above
That grandeur
Abounding in
And about
The Citadel
Arises
The pinnacle
Unto perfection.
Upward
Projects
This pillar
Phallic like.
Of ruby -
Blood red.
High
It erupts
To majestically
Stand paramount
Among all
Heights in Heaven.
Atop
This edifice
The throne of thrones -
Spherical;
Of Pearl.
This then
The seat
Where from
The Almighty
Surveys
His Domain.
This then
A vortex
To draw
Around it
Below
All angels.
They
Ever bound
To remain
Lowly
Beneath Him
By
Wings too weak
To wrest
Height from
Heaven's gravity.
Titanic
The Citadel.
Copious enough
To contain
The considerable chorus'
Of angels
Unendingly endeavoring
Only to engage
In His communion.
Wonder
One not
Then
Why
Within all enormity
Of Heaven
Angels aggregate
Only about
The Citadel
Of the Creator.
Such then
A glimpse
Of an iota
Of Heaven
Long
The eons
In which
Tranquil
Uniformity
Reigned
In Heaven
Among angels
And with Him.
Longer still
Might've
Such sustained
But for
Maraleena's
Beauty
Beyond
All Angels.
Such
Now say
Many angels.
For this tale
To progress
Return
Must this tale
To the beginning. -
To Maraleena
And the matter
Of receiving
His seed.
Uncountable
Over the eons
The nubile angels
In whom
The seed of life
He planted.
In time
A blur
To Him
The lovely forms
That were
His cups
To fill.
Even unto
The Almighty
Duties accrue.
Such is
Endowing
Angel wombs
With life.
Duty more
Pleasure less
Over time,
Even for
The Almighty.
Duty
Did disappear
And
Enthusiasm enter
With Maraleena
That fateful day.
Common not
This angel
That crossed
The threshold
Of His golden gate.
Immediate
His excitement
Long dormant
Upon
Her
Mere sight.
No tale
To tell
Had
Her beauty been
The end.
Her beauty -
The beginning -
Mesmerizing.
Eyes
Bold
Enticing
Promising
She fixed
On Him
As no angel
Before.
Words
Deep
Vibrant
Lulling
He heard
Singing
From
Lips luxurious.
Breath
Moist
Warm
Caressing
Wrapped
The Almighty
Like sashes of silk.
Movements
Arms
Fingers
Pelvis
Delicately dancing
About her captive.
Form
Moving
Writhing
Revealing.
Flashes of flesh
Hinted of
Pathways
To a Portal
Of Pleasure.
Every
Element
Of her presence
Of her actions
Insinuated
Captivated
Dominated
Until
The Almighty.
The Omnipotent.
The Creator of All.
Acceded all power.
She now
The Almighty;
The Omnipotent;
The Creator
Of all He desired.
Afloat
He drifted
At her command.
Akimbo
Tumbling
Slowly
Exposed
To her touches
Light
Daring
Shocking.
No hurry
She
To culminate
Her dance
His dance.
Foreign -
The sound
In Heaven
Of His pleads
Of ecstasy
Too great
Even for Him
Who knows
No limits.
Long
The Domain
Of Heaven
Rumbled
To His groans.
Confused
All angels
At the sounds
So strange
From beyond
The golden gate.
Finally,
Fear gripped
All angels
As Heaven's foundation
Shook from
Long
Sharp
Screams
As only
The Almighty
Could muster.
Then
Heavy pulsating
Sobs
Faded
To silence.
Thus was
His seed planted.
Or maybe...
Stolen?
Contrived
Or merely
Well-trained
Maraleena
Did thus
Succeed
In extracting
Unto her womb
A seed
Unique
In power
Squeezed from
The depths
Of
Pleasure Omnipotent.
Through
The golden gate
Maraleena
Departed -
A virgin
No longer.
Behind
She heard
Deep breathing
Of Sleep -
Sleep of
A Diety spent.
No thoughts
Of her
Recent past.
Preoccupied
Was she
With
The force
Now felt
Fermenting
With her
Womb.
So strong
The seed
Spent
Within her,
So intense
Its energy,
So heavy
Its load,
So distracting
Its presence
She saw
Nothing
And into
A séance sank
Of Selfness
About
An Otherness.
No goal
Thought.
No goal
Set,
She wandered
Driven
By
An energy
Internal
That
Refused rest.
Aimlessly
About the Citadel
Then
Mindlessly out
To the milieu
Of Heaven's
Gardens
Escaping
The walls
Their confinement
Their angelic hordes
Their distractions.
Far
She wandered.
Hailing hosanna's
Faded
Beneath
Insects'
Buzzings,
Birds'
Chirpings
Breezes'
Breaths
Among the
Branches.
No sense
Of angel time
Took hold
Of her.
Only
The seed
Sending
Her
Emanating
Away
From
Source
Of that
Awesome
Seed.
Ahead
A meadow
Meticulously
Manicured
By its creator's
Mind.
A brook
Beyond
Before
A rocky ridge
That would
Refuse
Her passage.
The impulses
Invigorating
Her instinct
To
Wanderlust
Ceased.
In the
Meadow
As inviting as
Any mansion
A bower.
She settled
Into sleep
Within
Its stillness.
What
The magnet?
The logic?
The need?
That
Transported
Maraleena
To that
Particular
Place?
Fate perhaps?
The Almighty
In a dream?
Or chance causal?
None can say
For certain.
What ever
The provocation
Her path
To that place
Would portend
Events profound
And perilous
For Her
Her son
And Mankind.
Serenely
She slept
In a bower
That bordered
The boundary
Between
Heaven
And Chaos.
As ever
Chaos
Continued
To encroach
Upon
The Creation
Composed
By the Almighty.
Beneath
The bower
That bore
Her body
Chaos
Crept
Within
The cracks
And crevices.
Sensing something
On the surface
Chaos seeped
Upward;
Outward
Spied Her
In slumbering
Stillness.
Shimmering
As smoke
Chaos
Saw
Perfection -
A symbol
Of Him:
The antithesis
Of Anarchy;
The tyrant
Of Order;
The enemy
Of Chaos.
Swirling;
Spiraling;
Snaking
Chaos
Stole
With the air
Through
Her
Parted lips
Into Her -
Stealthily
Secretly
Violating
Her essence
Her virtue.
Her perfection.
Maraleena -
The Almighty's
Most Perfect
Creation
No more.
So too
Did Chaos
Find lodging
In the
Emerging mind
Of
He
Who would be
Chantristas.
There implanted
Chaos
Threaded
A treacherous tangle
That would
Bring tumult
And trials
Terrible
To them
And to those
They touched.
Serenely
Sequestered
Remained
Maraleena
Within
Her meadow
And bower
At the border
Balanced
On the boundary
With Choas.
And there
The timeless
Transaction
Of Woman's womb
Deposited
Into Heaven's
Realm
A cherub -
Chantristas.
Then the call
From the Creator
To present
To Him
The one called
Chantristas.
Chantristas -
Ever
Enthroned
Beside
Below
The Almighty
On all
His thrones
Save the
Throne of thrones.
Chatristas -
Continually
Closer
To the Creator
Than ever
Any angel.
Chantristas -
The Ganymede
Of the Almighty -
His cup-bearer;
His cup to hold;
His cup to fill;
His cup to taste;
His cup to enjoy.
Chatristas -
Cup too
For the cocoon
Of Chaos'
Contamination.
In its time
That cocoon
Cracked.
From it
Crawled forth
Into
Chantristas' consciousness
A catalyst
For calamities
To come:
Curiosity.
Curiosity
Absent in
All angels
Ever
There were.
Not now.
Curiosity
Insipient
Influenced
Chantristas
Only imperceptibly
To him
To others
To the Almighty.
Not so
To Maraleena.
She saw
As only
A mother sees.
Curiosity
Caused
Chantristas
Concerned
Confusion
About
The reaches
Of the realm
Of Heaven.
For edification
He entered into
Exploration of
The extensive environs
Beyond
The Citadel.
Nor did
Chantristas'
Curiosity
End with
The mysteries
Of Heaven's
Myriad of
Marvelous
Manifestations.
Oft
He heard
Sensational sounds
From the Citadel
From the chamber
Behind the Golden Gate.
No stranger
To that chamber.
No stranger
To similar sounds
When He
The Almighty's
Cup bearer
Brought
His cup
To that chamber.
How then
Sensual
Sounds
Sensed
From that room
Without
His cup bearer?
Chantristas
Wondered.
Idle
Inquisitiveness
In time
Instigated
Investigation.
Through
The Golden Gate
The cup bearer
At the Almighty's
Bidding.
Imbibed
The Almighty
Of the cup.
Then He
In usual
Sameness
Slept.
No
Quiet quitting
Of the Chamber
For the
Cup bearer
This time.
Behind
Shimmering silver
Drapes
He disappears
And waits.
Awakens
The Almighty
And Exits
To the
Throne of thrones
For it is
That time.
Duty done
And angels
Ardent
Adulation
Absorbed
The Almighty
Arrives
Back
In His
Connubial
Chamber.
Alone
Not long
Before
A timid tapping
Is transmitted
Through the
Golden Gate.
It opens.
An angel
Advances
Addressing not
The Almighty
With action
Or eyes
Or words
And
Kneels near
The gate.
Slight
In size
In age
In all
But apprehension
She shakes
With a
Shiver.
Stillness
And silence.
Then
As to
Some
Secret signal
She
Suddenly stands.
To Him
She steps.
Stops.
Stares downward.
The Omnipotent One
Only observes
As she
Obedient
Of Order
Unspoken
Opens
Her gown.
It gently
Goes off
And
To the floor.
She
Follows
The gown.
Onto
Her knees
To pay
Humble homage
To Him
And His
Source of seed.
Due diligence
Delivered
The angel
Arises
And
Aside Him
Ascends
To His alter.
There
The angel
Lays exposed
As if
A sacrificial lamb.
There
The Almighty
Descends
Upon the lamb
Like a cloud
Roiling
Rumbling
Retorting
Thunderously
As lightening strikes
Within the angel.
The calm
After the storm
Sees
Slow
Soft
Breezes
Of the Almighty
Asleep.
The angel
Arises
From the alter
In silence
And
Gown in hand
Sets off
Out the
Golden Gate.
Barely
Behind
Her
Chantristas
His
Curiosity
Cured
Concerning
Sounds coming
From the chamber.
Now
A new need.
A new curiosity:
To know
What it is
To know
An angel
As only
The Almighty
Knows
Angels.
A circumstance
To confound
Chantristas'
Curiousity -
What power
Of the Creator
Caused angels
To converge
Beneath
His closeness?
His control?
His coverage?
Angels
Feminine
All about
And
None approachable.
For found
Chantristas
As approached
An angel
Always
Averted
Any contact.
Close
Would come
Chantristas
But upon
Reaching
For contact
She fluidly
Flowed far
From him.
No look;
No thought;
No action
Could cause
Contact
To occur.
Omnipotent
Indeed
Must be
The Father
To Evoke
Angels
To acquiesce
Atop His altar.
With
Feminine
Angels' auspices
Not approachable
Chantristas
Sets aside
Attempts
And
Continues
His quest
To Conquer
His curiosity
Of the Creator's
Realm.
Proceeding
Place to
Place
Chantristas
Pauses to
Peer at
And ponder
Their
Perpetually
Unique wonders.
A new day.
A new locale.
A new scene
Not so sensational
As some.
Except...
A strange sound.
Complex.
A cacophony
Of whispering
Of whistles
Of wind-like
whooshing.
What is
Its source?
Listen.
Beyond
Those bushes?
Passes
The bushes.
To the trees.
Through
A twisting tunnel
Of tangled trees
Ending in
A wall
Of Boulders.
Listen
Again.
There!
A crevice.
Into it
And Along
A byway
Bounded on
Both sides
By big boulders.
Onward
And
The boulders
Get bigger.
The byway
Darkens.
The air
Cools.
The confusing
Cacophony
Cascades
In the
Closing confinement.
Trembling
Underfoot!
Him?
Or the pathway?
Turn back?
Yes, maybe.
No, wait...
Is that
A light
Ahead?
Advance
Toward it.
Yes.
Before him
The boulders
Are starting
To shrink
In size
And spacing.
The boulder
Byway
Broadens
Ends in
A new forest
Lush
Warm
Moist.
Nearby
A new
Strange sound -
Splashing.
Stealthily
Slowly
Steal
Toward the
Source.
Beyond
A bush
He beholds
In a pool
A ... ?
But what
Is that?
An angel?
Yes!
And No!
Like an angel,
But surely
Not an angel.
Watch more.
It walks
From the water -
A woman type -
Reaches up
And wrings
The wet
From long
Golden
Hair.
Hair
And naught else
Doth cover
This creature.
Hair long
Upon her head.
Hair triangular
Harkens downward
Where meet
Her thighs.
No more
To hide
Her form
Of flesh.
Down
The creature
To the tender
Turf
Unfolding
To Let
The sun
And wind's
Warmth
Wipe away
Her wetness.
Silence
As she
Sighs
In satisfaction
And sets
Her eyes
Shut.
Too curious
To care
About consequences
Chantristas
Carefully
Approaches
The supine
Creature.
His steps' sound.
Her eyes open.
She sits up.
She sees him.
Her head cocks.
A puzzled look.
Adam?
Is that you?
What...?
I am Chantristas
He announces.
Still she
Seems puzzled
And says,
You look
Like an Adam.
But then too
Not.
Why have
I not seen
You before?
Were you
Hiding?
I come
From the Citadel,
Chantristas says.
Oh?
Citadel?
She shrugs.
She fluffs
Her long
Blond hair.
Both
Her breasts
Bounce.
Chantristas
Comes closer.
She stays
Stationary.
She smiles.
He sits
At her side.
Still she stays.
His fingers
Alight
Upon her
Hand.
A look
At his fingers
Her only
Reaction.
He feels
Her flesh
Soft
Smooth
Like a
Flower's petals.
And warm.
His fingers
Move
To her forearm.
She watches
His fingers.
She quivers
Gasps lightly.
Small mounds
Suddenly dot
Her arm.
His fingers
Find other
Flesh.
Still she
Simply
Follows
His touch
With
Her eyes -
They
Sometimes
Closing
And hastening
Breathing.
His hands
On her shoulders
He lowers her
Onto her back.
Another
Look with
Head cocked
Eyes half-closed
In curious
Unconcern
About
His intent.
She points
To him
And says
What
Made it
Grow?
He doesn't
Answer.
He doesn't
Know.
Chantristas
Becomes
As the Creator
Covering
His angel.
She coos
From deep
Within
To his actions.
Her coos become
Slight shrieks as
His lightning
Strikes.
Then ...
Silence
Side by side
Until
Much later
She says,
What magic
You have.
I must
Tell Adam.
Show him.
She
Disappears
Into
The forest.
Chantristas
Returns to
The Citadel
His curiosity
Cured.
Twice more
Chantristas
Tastes
Her flesh
With his.
The last
Liaison
She leads
Showing
New skills
Likely learned
From
Sessions with
Someone else.
The Omniscient One
Mounts
His Throne
Of Thrones.
There below -
Chantristas
Among the
Angelic scene
Sending up
Songs of
Supplication.
The Almighty One
Surveys
His sphere
Of sovereignty
The Congregation.
The Citadel.
Then beyond
To the borders
Of Heaven.
An Almighty
Gasp
Of alarm -
Then anger.
What....?
Who...?
The Almighty
Knows
Nothing
Until He
Seeks
To Know.
The Almighty
Knows
All He
Seeks
To Know
As soon as
He seeks
To know
It.
So it was
That
Before His
Query
Was formed
He knew.
Chantristas!!!!
Roared
The Almighty
Look!!!!
In the sky
Above
Appeared
An image
For all
To observe.
Her
And Adam
Entwined
In the
Magic
Chantristas
Had made
For her.
Ruined!!!
My
Paradise perfect -
Perverted!!!
Even now
She
Is pregnant.
All because
Of you,
Chantristas!
Despite
The distance
To the top
Of the Throne
Of Thrones
Chantristas
Felt His
Gaze
Go deep
Within him.
I see!
I see
That Chaos
Has corrupted
You too.
With ...
With ...
Curiosity.
And
With it
You have
Corrupted
My favorite
Creation!
Damn you!
Damn you
To Chaos
You
Foul
Creature!
As His
Condemnation
Completed
Chantristas
Felt
Himself flung
Away from
The ground;
The Citadel;
The realm
Of Heaven.
Far
He flew
Until
He began
To fall.
He fell
and fell
and fell.
For
Four days
He fell
Before
He felt
His fall
Falter
And
Become
A floating.
Around
Chantristas
Bitter blackness
Broken
Randomly
By regions
Of cloudy
Colors
Converging
Convulsing
Collapsing
Sometimes
To new
Clouds
Of confusion.
Sounds
Comparable to
The cacophony
He heard
In the boulder
Corridor
Accompanied
The clouds.
Chantristas
Drifted
Driven by
Cool currents
The clouds
Created.
Helpless
He was
As
Chaos
Controlled
His condition.
The scene
Of Chantristas
Sailing
Out of sight
Was seen
By Angel
Throngs
Below
The Throne
Of Thrones.
An event
Unusual
Unprecedented
Unexplainable.
Incomprehensible
As it was
Only one
Angel
Felt
Any interest
Or curiosity
In the incident.
For angels
Common
Cannot comprehend
Curiosity
Or its corruptions.
Maraleena -
The exception.
The horror
To see
Her son
Sent sailing
Into
A speck
And then
Out of sight.
What reason
His removal
From Heaven's
Realm?
What recourse
To gain
His return?
The corruption
Of Chaos -
Curiosity
And confusion -
Churned
In her mind.
Never had
Heaven known
The touch
Of turmoil
That now
Tainted
Everything
Everyone
Except
The Almighty One.
Infuriated.
Incensed.
Irate.
His mood
Infiltrated
All.
Omnipotent
Too
His power
To persist
In displeasure.
Long
It languish
Leaving
Little
The leeway
For
Maraleena
To seek
A solution
To
Chantristas'
Situation.
Slowly
So slowly
His
Displeasure
Subsided
And so too
Heaven's
Sweetness
Restored.
The Almighty One
And Heaven
Now normal
Again.
The turmoil
Turned
To Treasured
Tranquility.
Angelic
Adoration
Acknowledged
Again
Angels
Approached
The golden gate
And accepted
His seed
Again.
The whole
Of Heaven
At peace
Save
One angel -
Maraleena.
Taken
Had she
The time
Of turmoil
To prepare
A plan
To purchase
Chantristas
From
Chaos.
The Almighty One
Calmed
She now
Conducts
Her conspiracy.
Maraleena
Waits
In the
Diamond walled
Corridor
To the
Golden gate.
An angel
Advances
Along
The way
To the
Golden gate.
Maraleena
Stops her.
Sends
Her away.
To the
Golden Gate
Maraleena
Goes.
A moment
To compose
To return
To her
Maidenhood glory
Before
She gives
A gentle
Tap.
Enter
Enticingly.
Eyes
Amazed
At her sight.
Eyes
Envying
Her sight.
No pause.
She pursues
Her purpose.
Heavenly
Father,
She says,
See
Within me
What
I seek
And what
I will
Spend
For it.
The Omniscient
Knows all
When He
Seeks it.
So
He knew
Without
Her saying.
For Him
Pleasures
Exquisite.
Here.
Now.
For her
Chantristas
Unchained
From the
Corridors
Of Chaos.
To Him
She softly
Sensuously
Speaks
Shall I?
She knew
What He
Would say.
For
Never
Had He
Found pleasure
Such as
She could
Supply.
The Omnipotent
Said not sound
But sent
Her instead
His terms.
She shuttered
At the second
Requirement.
The first:
His seed
Should not
Be sown
Where
Fruit
From it
Would
Follow.
She reflected
Not
Upon His
Second requirement.
Perhaps
Because
It was
So repulsive
She
Might have
Relented
In her request.
So
She started
The seduction
That would
In time
Set free
Her son.
Long
Heaven
Shook
With His
Stuttering
Screams
Of pleasure
Sublime
For she
Spared
Naught
To ensure
She secured
The resurrection
Of her son.
No more
Maraleena
Roamed
The realm
Of Heaven
Or the
Citadel.
For now
She
Fulfilled
The second
Condition.
The Earth -
The place
The Omnipotent
Hastily
Created
After
Chantristas'
Expulsion.
The Earth -
In a place
Far
Beyond
The boundaries
Of Heaven.
Relegated
To the
Remotest
Part of
The realm
Of Chaos.
The Earth -
The place
The Omnipotent
Cast
The Corrupted
Beings -
Adam
And Eve.
Earth -
The place
The Almighty One
Turned
His back
Upon
Leaving it
To the
Corrupted ones
And Chaos
To control.
Earth -
The place
And
The time
Of Pax Romana.
Earth -
The place
And
The time
Maraleena
Now
Roamed.
No angel
Now
Maraleena.
His
Second condition -
Maraleena
To take
The form
Of a woman
And
Only from
Her womb
Could
Return
Her son.
Most
Unmerciful -
The Almighty's
Mandate
That
They
Experience
The life
And
The death
Of the
Corrupted Ones.
Only then
Would they
Be redeemed
And allowed
To return
To their
Angelic
Forms.
Lowly
Her station
On Earth -
Named Mary
And a
Subjugated
Spouse
To a
Common
And cruel
Carpenter.
Twenty
And two
The hours
Of terrible
Torturous
Trial
To
Bring forth
Her son -
Chantristas
Called by
Her husband
Jesus.
Jesus
She called
Him in speech
But
Chantristas
She saw
He was
And called
Him in
Her heart.
And
Chantristas
Incapable
In infancy
Yet knew
Of all
That
Had been;
That
Brought him
To this
Destiny;
That
Only death
Could deliver
Him to
His
Former form.
The tale
Of Chantristas
As Jesus
Need not
Here
Be told
For it
Is known
To all.
In the end
As history
Holds
His
Pain was
Profound
Until
And as
He hung
Upon
A cross
To his
Death.
Maraleena
The mother
Tortured too
By the
Terrible
Taunts
And
Tortures
Turned upon
Her son.
Maraleena
The mother
Into
Whose arms
His lifeless
Human
Form
Was placed.
Maraleena
The mother
Who died
Of grief
Holding
Her
Lifeless
Son
Now
Twice taken
From her.
Redeemed
By life
And
By death
As
Humbled humans
Maraleena
And Chantristas
Are restored
To their
Angelic forms.
Purged
From each
The corruption
Caused
By Chaos -
Curiosity
Pure
And the
Most perfect
Of Angels
Again.
The Almighty's
Edict -
In Heaven
They may
No more
Dwell.
For them
For now
For all eternity
To come
Paradise
Is to be
Their
Pleasure.
High sits
The Father
Of All
Upon
His
Throne of
Thrones.
Below
Angels
Automatically announce
Their
Need;
Praise;
Love;
For their
Father.
He peers
Off into
Paradise
And perceives
His trio
Of most perfect
Creations
Of most favorite
Creations
Of contented
Creations
And He is
Pleased.
The End