Hola, que pasa? That means, hi, what's up?—I know I'm a genius….don't be hatin'.
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REVISED
Chapter 2
Weeks past and the Underworld was planning and preparing, as the angels and Heaven were utterly unaware, and generations of lives were being lived out on earth by its standards of time. Serena decided to take a bath and so walked to the bathhouse. She relished in human experiences, even though it was technically irrelevant in this realm. Then again she was all human, and all God. Through the entrance was the first room it had, there was a big bowl shaped hole in the ground like a pool 3 feet deep at the center. In the center of the hole there was a statue on a platform that was connected to the bottom of the pool, but the statue was above the water for all to see. It was the honorable Guardian Angel Michael. He stood tall and proud, looking up to heaven, hands stretched out and apart as if welcoming God. Water poured out of the holes in his hands as water poured like a fountain while it trickled down his checks from his eyes.
Serena slid here hands to her rob straps on her shoulders and the soft, white dress slipped to the floor. She tentatively touched the water with her foot then walked into it water surrounding her.
It's now or never, Darien thought as he prepared himself to transport up to heaven. He wore black armor with gold edges and a dagger at his left side on the belt. He walked to the main Chamber room where his father was sitting comfortably as half-naked women all around fed him as he sat on the Grand thrown of the Underworld.
"Do not fail me a second time," said the Devil.
"I won't," replied the Prince.
"Very well, now leave." Darien bowed down with one hand at his chest and the other out in the air. He disappeared in a black smoke that moved like fire.
The Prince appeared from the ground, gradually floating up from the hard marble floors outside the castle, but as far away from the Gates as possible so the Guardian angel or the spirits outside the castle walls wouldn't catch him. He was the only one from his kind who could do this, invade the Kingdom, he suffered all throughout his childhood, surrounded my magic men and his Father overseeing his transformation, to be better and greater than the rest. Not even the Devil himself could return the place he was banished from and also left willingly. Then slowly, without a sound he passed them without notice and used his powers to walk through the walls, it was hard and for awhile he was stuck but got through. The worst was over, unless someone catches him from the inside. If any warrior angel spotted him they would kill without second thought. They have the advantage here…home territory.
He walked and searched for her hardly seeing past the heavy mist in the air until he stumbled upon the courtyards. There was a bathhouse and a small garden fence with vines sprouting silver flowers all over it. All of a sudden he heard a distant voice. Then slowly realized someone was singing in the bathhouse. He knew her voice well. Serena. He stealthily crept to the sidewall and with his back
against the wall moved to the entrance. Serena was standing at one the statue's hands, her back to Darien, where water was pouring out and onto her flesh.
He saw her, and with no guilt watched as water trickled down her body, her wings were drenched as her hair clung and formed to her perfect body. Serena was humming now. Darien quietly crept up to her and then…he jumped her.
One hand went to her waist and held both her arms as the other held her mouth. She was helpless. She squeaked and tried to fight her way out but he was too strong.
"Shh, shh, shh, shhh," he whispered, trying to calm her down. He was calm and knew he was in control. Her eyes were wide and she was scared to death.
"If you stop fighting, and be quiet I'll let you go," he said a little annoyed. Serena immediately stopped. She recognized his voice. It was Darien, Prince of Darkness. He smiled and let go. Serena turned around to see him and when she realized she had no clothes, she dashed to them next to her and covered herself, still facing him. He stood there his smile widening while looking her up and down. You still look the same, he thought.
"How dare you- How did you get past the gates?" Serena knew that no evil could ever morph or shimmer inside the Gates, it was some sort of ancient spell.
"I have my ways," was all he said.
"What do you want," she demanded.
"You, of course."
"One yell, and all the angels in heaven will come and have your head," she said with venom.
"Oh, my! Such horrible words for such a lovely angel," he said as he mocked her wings.
"I have no boundaries with scum from the Underworld, especially, Lord of the Scums." She wrapped her clothes around her tighter like a towel, it stayed thank goodness. She could not help her human emotions of shame for nakedness and so forth it was her nature after all to be full God and full human.
Her arms were by her side now, her face filled with hate. She stared at him. She knew he wouldn't risk his life to come and tease her. He had a purpose and she knew it.
"Come with me," he said, "I am a reasonable creature, more so than my Father. Come with me and join the Underworld."
"Never! Leave now and I'll spare you, even you deserve some pity from me"
"Ohh, well thank you."
"You cannot kill be anyway, not here in this realm, my blood will spill but you will be the first to die, your not that foolish are you?" asked Serena.
"No, but torture and death are two different things." They stared down each other, Serena not daring to blink. "Remember the first time I asked you? Remember that? Years ago, when you first meet me…. your Test."
Serena calmed down because she knew what he was talking about and they both, at that moment, were remembering her Test against the Devil, the Test that she thought she would never pass…
It's all boring now, but it WILL get interesting. R&R!
