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They Met on a Beautiful Night

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One look was the start.
One kiss sealed the deal.
One romance was all it took to bring them down.

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Once upon a time the hierarchy of the world was far different from now. Once upon a time there were kings and queens and aristocrats and there was the middle-class and the workers and the outcasts of society that nobody offered even a first look and much less a second. And once upon a time there were beings known as angels and demons and there was good and there was evil.

Now, as you know the stories that begin with the phrase ‘once upon a time…’ are usually fairytales, and therefore usually have happy endings. I am sad to say, but this will not be one of those stories. This is a tale of love and desperation, of devotion and lies, and of passion beyond human comprehension. This is a story of two star-crossed lovers from two star-crossed worlds.

This is the memoir of a paramour godforsaken.

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It all started on a chilly late-summer night when a gentle breeze was blowing and the waves caressed the sand softly as they washed over land. I remember the sound of those waves and the scent of the ocean, and I remember him.

Our meeting was quite coincidental, but was it not for my knowledge of the deities of our world I might have though it was fate or destiny that brought us together.
I was sitting on a beach, it doesn’t matter where, on a late night when the moon and the stars were reflected in the ocean and the waves gently touched my feet before receding to the great, dark mass of water of which they came. As I sat there, thinking of life and death and everything in between, I heard someone approaching me, but I couldn’t be bothered to turn around and look who, not that it would have made a difference. It’s a beautiful night, was the first thing he said to me, and cruel Lord how I miss his beautiful voice. To his words I could do nothing but agree, and we stayed there looking at the ocean and the heaven reflected all night, speaking to each-other of our dreams and hopes and fears and passions as time flew by.

In the early morning hours when the sun began to rise we both realized that there would be no sleep that night, and I proposed we go for some breakfast at a local bakery I had found when I was new in that town. I’d love to go there with you, he said when I suggested it to him, and so we went.

We stayed in the bakery for over an hour, but eventually came the time that we had to leave and go back to our separate residences. As we were about to part I felt a sensation that I had never felt but one time before, the first time that I left God’s side, a transcendental longing that I did not have to go. That I did not have to be away from him. God must not have been watching me at that moment, for in the blink of an eye, instead of walking away from me, his lips were pressed to mine and I kissed my beloved demon. I welcomed my bane as he welcomed his, neither of us knowing what we did.

Days passed when I did not see him, and every second my desire to look into his eyes once more grew stronger, my yearning for his presence never stopped.

As time came and went I performed my duty on earth in God’s name; collecting the lost souls of good people and helping them find their way to heaven. It was on one of these days that I met himagain, thanks to one of these souls.

It was an old man, a priest, that I was meant to aid on his way to heaven when I saw a familiar figure, realizing who only the moment he turned around and locked he obsidian eyes on mine. I stopped dead in my tracks and he came towards me, and somehow we ended up standing only inches apart as he had my hands locked above my head as he kissed me once more. What are you doing here? He asked me, and I answered honestly that I was there to guide a lost soul home.

At my words something in his eyes changed and he let go of my hands, taking a step back. What do you mean, you’re guiding a lost soul home? I smiled at him, the most angelic smile that I could, and answered him kindly that I was sent to earth by God to aid the poor souls that lost their way to heaven. What have we done? He asked, more to himself than anyone I believe, as he sunk to his knees in despair.

I asked him what he meant, and he told me the story of how he once lived in the very same heaven that I came from and how he came to fall from his place and down to hell. He was a demon. He was a demon and I was an angel. We were both to collect the same soul, for though the man had been a priest he had been a bad man, and though he regretted his actions and promised loyalty to God Satan believed that he should have him.

As I realized what his words meant I started shaking, and when my demon put his arms around me to comfort me I pushed him away. I pushed him away, but then I saw the look in his eyes, and it was not the one of a demon, but the one of a rejected lover, and I couldn’t help but return to his safe arms.

From the moment our feelings for each-other developed we were doomed, and from the moment we realized what we were we knew that, and yet we could not stop the cruel emotion known as love from seeping into our minds and poisoning us both with thoughts of the other. From the moment we realized that we both would be forsaken we spent every moment together, but needless to say it did not take long before higher powers came across our romance.

The day that they came for us I remember so clearly, just like it was yesterday. I was clinging to him, and he held on to me, but against an arch-angel and Lucifer’s even match we were nothing, and they tore us apart for eternity.

Ironically, I am now a godforsaken angel. I am a demon. But, of course, as I have been made to this, also he has paid a price. As my wings were torn off so was his everything. Now he is a prisoner behind the gates that I guard, and I can hear every scream torn from his throat as he is punished again and again for something neither of us could help, and I so dearly wish that we had never been.

If I could rewind time, I would. If I could rewind time I’d make sure we never became what we did, because every day that I have to be without him hurts so much. Every morning without him is a bad one, every night when he’s not there is cold and lonely. Every second I have to spend without him is as long as an eternity. And even through all this, the worst thing to me isn’t any of those things. No, the worst thing is that what I am being punished for is loving the one person that I was not allowed to love.

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Authors Note: Written for a contest held by Luvelia (...) over at deviantart.
My account over there is tigerpusen05 (don't ask, old sucky name...) xP