Forgiveness

In Loving Memory of my Godparents, Frank and Kathy Selna.

Ancient hands raised to the heavy wrinkles of the elderly man. With the tips of his fingers, he slid his tiny spectacles up against his crystal-clear blue eyes. Winter ice hair flowed in long locks around his face. His lumberjack beard perfectly groomed. His blood-red lips stood out against his perfectly white teeth. His skin an extraordinary ebony with an angelic shine.

Around his head there was a heavenly golden glow which radiated like a halo. His flowing robe a dove white. A heavenly scent of frankincense and rose dances on the air currents around him.

He sat behind a desk made of shimmering white clouds and luminous white light. A mother-of-pearl name plate read, 'Peter'. Occasionally, tiny sparks of light would sizzle and shoot out as new souls started their journey down on earth. Blessed in the womb of their mother, with a heartbeat doused in love and prepared for an amazing adventure on Earth. While the fading lights of the recently departed returned to Heaven for processing.

"It'll be just a few more minutes." Announced Peter with a warm baritone.

From the waiting room, the figure dressed in black looked back at him seated in a sky lark blue leather seat. The smell of jasmine and honeysuckle with a zest of orange filled the waiting room. Around the man clung the noxious sulfuric fumes and the pungent stench of fecal matter blended with a note of rancid flesh. The malodorous stench desecrated the air as it assaulted senses. Heavy sin continued to corrupt the surrounding area.

His skin singed black and streaked with flames of red, burning from the hateful venom flowing through his veins. Among the fires of rage and the cloak of midnight, he did his best to blend in with the others. His clothing designed from the furs of Tasmanian tigers and dyed an obsidian black. On his head, a hat made from the raven black plumage of the Dodo bird.

As he parted his sunken cracked crimson lips, yellowed jagged cavity damaged teeth peek from behind them. From his mouth spilled a ruby red forked tongue with a raven black tip.

"I've waited an eternity for this, Peter." His words like the shriek of demons on chaotic winds.

He narrowed his hooded eyes that raged red with the angry fires from the flames of The Midnight Express. His glare caused the Saint to divert his attention away with haste. Tension and malice heavy in the air.

"It's moronic." Peter scolded him. "You just barging in now to speak to God. What's worse is He is entertaining you and accepting to see you."

Peter raised a judgmental eye and snorted his disgust at the man.

"I come in peace." Hissed the entity.

He gave a disapproving look to the demon. He pushed his spectacles up again. His winter ice hair perfectly set. Not a wrinkle or a stain appeared on his dove white robe.

"You did the unforgiveable." Peter said between clenched teeth. "God eternally damned you to Hell. There is no forgiveness that you are worthy of, Satan."

As he let out a sinister symphony of snarling laughter, Satan looked at the man.

"I love you, Peter." Satan growled as he offered him his claw.

Peter turned his head in abhorrent disgust. The unsavable savage wasn't worth of God's forgiveness. While he corrupted the souls of man and tarnished them with dazzling deceit and filled them with moral disgust, he had the audacity of seeking forgiveness.

"You chose sin." Peter snapped. "You chose evil. You made your decisions. You decided you were on the path of darkness and of hate. There is no redemption for you, Satan. There is no love in me for you at all. If God won't turn his back on you, I will."