Divine Violence

The Beggining

"There is none among the gods like unto Thee, O Lord"- PSALM 86:6

Kiss me on my phantom lips 

After everything went black and the flames consumed my body I could still hear the bells ringing, I could still feel the fire. I was falling into something unspeakably delicious. His eyes were the first thing I had seen, a dark shade of blue, something that was once Holy, his breath close to my neck, making me shiver and pace for something inside. I dared not disturb him or say a word that would end that scene. Arms were close to my head and his body lay on me. With a forked tongue, he licked my skin and told me he was the King of Everything. I was sure that at that point, Hell was the place for me. The flames kept burning around us, and he said I was the only one. I couldn't speak. "You know who I am, Thus called me," he said while touching my thighs delicately with cold hands. "You are mine, I am willing to give what you want" His lips stoking mine. The fire inside me was burning brighter than the flames that killed me seconds ago, I needed him. Blond hair coming down his face, accidentally touching my cheeks. "Give me all you are and we can be together forever. I am the King and you will be my Queen, sweet little lamb" He called me to himself, our bodies closer than ever, my heart beating in the center, his center inside me, his rhythm followed the bells, one ring, one thrusting until I felt the poison dripping. That night I melted at his tongue, and in hell I became impure. I never thought that the King of Hell would be my Savior and lover.

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The End 

She stood and watched the sun kill the mist of the night. Pacing, waiting for the downfall or the beginning. With her eyes closed in exhaustion, she couldn't care how he tied her hands. It was a sharp knot, but not sharp enough to cease the pain she felt inside. No, they wouldn't see that her eyes were wet, she refused, for only rage burned inside her. When she opened her eyes for the first time after the longest night, she stood there. The towers held in green, the colors of the stained glass that exhibited the same story she knew from her heart. The cross that mocked her, no eternal life, he had it, but she could not. "Damn the witch," shouted the crowd, the same old situation, good against evil. How come she could never win? "TURN YOUR FACE TO GOD, ONLY THEE COULD HELP YOUR SOUL" Elijah shouted, his breath hitting her face like a slap, the same voice that had once comforted and brought her peace. But his eyes were a terrible shadow, he knew what was coming and yet he could do nothing about it. Freeing herself from the spell the church held over her, she faced his lips, tracing his entire face with her eyes. "REBUKE YOUR SINS", he said close to her face, almost as if he was bending to give her a last kiss of mercy. She made no sound, only felt the wind move her hair, this was the last time the sun would rise, the last time she would be so close to him, but anger brought the distance. How could one be so close and yet so far? There, on the pyre, in front of Thee's house, facing all His sheep, she cursed God. "Poor souls thus is not the end of it all, my flesh may be consumed by this fire, thought my spirit awakened. You will be forever persecuted by the one you should not have killed. May Satan consume your spirit and body and rest with his forked tongue. Thus, my cessation leads to the resurrection of darkness. I will return."