I am a sinner.

As the sun came up today, and frightened away the ever-changing shadows, I was approached by a being called a serpent. He was a peculiar creation - he had no arms or legs to speak of, but he was still able to move. He wriggled along the ground with extraordinary grace, and speed. I must confess I was quite enchanted by him. He coiled himself around the trunk of a tree, and hissed quietly. Oh, how I astonished I was, by the Lord's talent for creating such beautiful things at that moment.

The serpent spoke, quite suddenly, in a low, raspy voice. Curiously, he had a rather endearing lisp, and a bizarre accent. "Vot is your name?" he asked me, winding his tail (foot, perhaps? I do not know), around a twig.

"My Lord has given me the name Eve," I replied.

The snake nodded, slowly and deliberatedly, one small fang in view. He hissed again, in a strange, amused fashion. "Ze Lord … ze Lord," he rasped. "You … like zis Lord of yours?" he looked at his surroundings, especially eyeing the apples that the Lord had forbidden Adam and I to touch.

"Yes, I do. He he is my Father, and he has been very good to me."

The snake lifted that funny little head of his, and chuckled. "He has not been good, sweet Eve. He has been most unvair …you like zis apple?" he asked, plucking an apple off the tree with his tail and holding it out to me.

It did look sweet. It was rosy red, with a shine so much like the sun, and it beckoned to me. Surely one, innocent bite would not be bad? Surely, if I were to taste that succulent, juicy inside of the crimson fruit just once, nobody would be too upset. And really, it was only an apple. One, insignificant fruit. What harm could it possibly do?

I took the fruit that was offered to me.

I bit into that tender skin.

And a blast of thunder hit the ground beside me. I had angered the Lord.

The following events were much more of a blur. The Lord was so angry - furious - his eyes blazing, his hand shaking in a frightening rage as he knocked the apple out of my hand. Thunder hit the trees, rain pelted down on us, but the Lord still stood in sunshine, seeming to grow taller and taller by the very second, his eyes becoming more luminous and wider. Oh, he was indeed angry.

He banished us. We were forced to wander the dry, parched desert. Forced to yearn after the garden, which we could not touch, or enter. We hardly slept each night - our throats burning, dry and aching for one, small drop of merciful water. Our skin was permanently drenched in sweat from the dominating sun. Oh, how I often wished that I could shed my skin, as the serpent could.

And now, my throat grows dryer, and stings more. Now, the heat is too much. The sun is too bright - it blinds me. Adam is dead. I shall surely join him soon. But it is a slow detoriation. First, it appears I shall be fryed by the unkind sun, and driven to insanity by eternal thirst. And to think, that this is all for a simple, quick taste of an apple. Torture and death for simple curiosity.

I am a victim.








Notes … ahem. I had some spare time, and decided that, instead of updating my domain, I'd write this. I've always found Eve an interesting character (she reminds me somewhat of Snow White …), so this was quite fun for me.
Why was the serpent German? I don't know. It wasn't an implication that Germans are evil, or anything like that, it was simply an idea that came into my head while I was writing this. Besides, I like writing German accents.
To my dearest anti-club, I hope you're all well. :D Feel free to point out any faults in this story, if you like. It's been a while since someone insulted me … I'm missing it, actually.
~Lilac.