The Last of Eden

She was merely a girl created for just His pleasure and his company. Her innocents was pure and untouched radiating from her with the same intensity as he who created her and he whom she were to accompany, but the other one they forgot about lurked near, his thin silted eyes watching her like the great hawks from above.

His fork tongue was sharp and vial. His lips dripped of blasphemy and wickedness, but she was drawn in. Snagged on the hook of his deceiving words. Drawing her closer until she was above water forgetting about the absence of oxygen listening to his voice speak beautiful lies that flowed into her virgin ears thick as milk and honey soothing her inner hunger that groveled for knowledge.

She sunk her teeth in, juices running down her lips like molasses turning crimson as it dripped off her chin. Her head whirled as her blindness was cured. For the sun, the sun too bright, the garden too beautiful, her body unnaturally cold and too grotesque to be seen by the eyes of He who created her. Her knees buckled as she began to fall. Her mind was so overflowed with knowledge of life, she had to share it with he whom she accompanied and he too fell.

The other with forked tongue laughed as they suffered for their greed, ignoring the curse put on him for being the tempter for their pain. He just laughed and laughed and laughed, belly walling across the ground he continued to laugh.