Disclaimer: I don't own the Bible. I do own most characters of this story.

Note1: I am not from an English-speaking country. So please, give me a break and don't complain about my spelling and grammar errors.

Note2: Cursive typing are letters, emails, and other written products within the reality of this story. Bold typing are just notes and not really part of the story.

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LEGNAËL'S POV:

A hand placed on my chest. With a gentle kiss pressed on my lips, life was blown in my empty body, nothing more but a shell. Love welled up in my chest and in my heart. I was born.

I felt my eyes fluttering open. I sat up and clapped once with the snow-white soft feathery wings that sprouted out of my back. I looked up, seeing a Formless Figure before my eyes, my Creator. He had placed His hand on my chest, filling my heart with love, though He had no hands. He had pressed His lips upon mine, giving me life, though He had no lips.

He spoke to me: "My first gift to you was life; My second gift to you was love; My third gift to you will be a free will. But you must know, My third gift will have its consequences. The choice to accept My gift is yours."

I gave a small smile. This was the first choice I ever had; it would be my last…

AUTHORESS' POV:

I sat back, pleased with the start of the new story that I had typed out. It was pure, magical and mysterious, exactly the way I wanted it to be.

Just then it hit me. How did I have to continue this story?

I frowned, biting my bottom lip, while thinking. My eyes lit up, when I stumbled on an idea. Why not showing my readers the other option. And so, I started typing again.

NOMEDEL'S POV:

A hand placed on my head. A kiss pressed upon my lips, blowing life into my beautiful body, pale like ivory. Knowledge invaded my head, taking over my mind. My existence had begun.

I snapped my eyes open. I sat up and clapped twice with the glorious that belonged to me. Looking up, I saw a formless figure, the one who had created me. I turned my head away and closed my eyes, my way to acknowledge his presence. What was I expected to do? Call him 'daddy'?

He spoke to me: "My first gift to you was life; My second gift to you was knowledge; My third gift to you will be a free will. But you know My third gift's consequences. It's your choice to accept or not."

I thought things over. Knowledge was power. But knowledge could not be used without a free will. So it was useless power, unless I accepted the third gift.

I eyed the figure that had created me. I truly believed that he had made up those consequences, because of his fear that I would become equal or even surpass him. He had all the right to fear me.

An arrogant smile crossed my lips. "I accept."

AUTHORESS' POV:

I looked at my story, reading it over one more time. I smiled with satisfaction. This was a good way to end my story. I would call this a one-shot and leave it here with an open end.

But maybe… just maybe, I could continue. I didn't know yet. I did have other important things to do at the moment. I was way behind with my homework for example.

I smiled and turned off the computer, standing up and leaving for dinner. The dilemma would have to be decided some other time.

HADES:

The devil, Lord Satan, frowned, reading the fan fiction from the young authoress. This story was absolutely terrible. It was nothing compared with her other Bible-fiction called 'Jesus Christ: Son of God or another curst angel?'. At least, the last one was offending a lot of people and hurting their feelings. This story was crap.

He sighed, hoping that the authoress would update the other story soon, since it had been months ago that she did.(1)

HEAVEN:

God looked down at the young authoress and smiled, glad that this new story wasn't too controversial, like the other, even though, the other was a lot more humorous than this one.

He sighed, shaking His head, even though He was formless. Humans never knew what they were doing.

(1) Don't worry Mr. Satan, I'll update that one. I'm just busy with other stories right now.


Explanations:

A. Read the names 'Legnaël' and 'Nomedel' backwards and you know how I stumbled on those names.

B. Hades can be compared with Hell.

C. Nomedel clapped his wings twice, for a reason. I recently learned that 'two' revered to the devil. Just like 666.

D. You've noticed that Nomedel is a lot more arrogant than Legnaël. That's why I didn't use capital letters when Nomedel was revering to God. He had no respect for Him, like all the other angels who fell. I've learned that all the angels who fell had a free will and all the angels who didn't fall had given their free will back to God.


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