Her lips held lies and her fingers clutched a bouquet of roses. Red crimson
contrasting with stark white skin, the androgynous figure slowly released
its grip on the flowers and set them on a nearby table, stepping forward to
get a better look at the rebellious angel, the one who had stirred up so
much controversy in Heaven's eyes. She knew he would be beautiful; everyone
expressed their disdain over such a perfectly formed creature falling from
grace. But it wasn't his beauty that drew her to him.
Their gazes met, and his eyes held contempt, disgust. She drank it in
greedily and stood before him, feeling as naked as a newborn child before
him, despite being fully clothed. His eyes saw her vulnerability, through
her lies and facades. He knew what she was.
"You... are... disgusting. Is this how you show your contempt for God's work, you worthless creature?"
And at that moment, hearing those cruel words fall from Lucifer's sensual lips, Belial knew that she would love and serve no one else. Eyes widening in childlike awe, her painted lips curved into a smile as she pleaded in a desperate whisper, "Tell me more."
"You are nothing to me, Worthless. You are less than nothing, for you are neither fully male nor female; your hatred has changed you. Are you really so foolish as to believe that God cares how you defy his plan? Do you think that the Adonai – no, the one who pronounced you dead at creation and called you Worthless by name – is truly going to be offended or wounded at your refusal to conform to his general wishes?"
His voice, harsh and cold, caressed her like a soft winter's breeze, subtle and subduing but so enticing, so icy that she longed to hear more. Oh, oh truly he was the one worthy of Nothing's love, truly he was the one... Belial wanted to reach out to him, to caress that velvet skin, but just as she lifted her hand to do so she caught herself and forced her hand to drop back limply by her side. No. This creature was not hers to touch, at least, not now... for surely this man couldn't love a Nothing like Worthless. Oh, and it was true, for he saw her for what she was, and the words he spoke came from the bottom of his heart. She saw the raw hatred and disgust in his eyes and felt a shiver tingle at the base of her spine. Lucifer seemed to notice the goosebumps that peppered her snowy white skin, for he turned away from her and spoke once more.
"Perhaps I can find some use of you, Worthless, after I have won the war that will fall upon Heaven. Serve me, and perhaps add some meaning to your pitiful existance."
It was not a question; it was not a suggestion. It was a command, and one that Belial recognized as the first of many she would receive. Barely able to stifle her smile, she knelt before him. She had knelt before many a man before, but never like this. Never like this had she submitted herself into servitude in such a complete and insatiable way. And, oh, she loved what was going to come next.
"Yes, master."
"You... are... disgusting. Is this how you show your contempt for God's work, you worthless creature?"
And at that moment, hearing those cruel words fall from Lucifer's sensual lips, Belial knew that she would love and serve no one else. Eyes widening in childlike awe, her painted lips curved into a smile as she pleaded in a desperate whisper, "Tell me more."
"You are nothing to me, Worthless. You are less than nothing, for you are neither fully male nor female; your hatred has changed you. Are you really so foolish as to believe that God cares how you defy his plan? Do you think that the Adonai – no, the one who pronounced you dead at creation and called you Worthless by name – is truly going to be offended or wounded at your refusal to conform to his general wishes?"
His voice, harsh and cold, caressed her like a soft winter's breeze, subtle and subduing but so enticing, so icy that she longed to hear more. Oh, oh truly he was the one worthy of Nothing's love, truly he was the one... Belial wanted to reach out to him, to caress that velvet skin, but just as she lifted her hand to do so she caught herself and forced her hand to drop back limply by her side. No. This creature was not hers to touch, at least, not now... for surely this man couldn't love a Nothing like Worthless. Oh, and it was true, for he saw her for what she was, and the words he spoke came from the bottom of his heart. She saw the raw hatred and disgust in his eyes and felt a shiver tingle at the base of her spine. Lucifer seemed to notice the goosebumps that peppered her snowy white skin, for he turned away from her and spoke once more.
"Perhaps I can find some use of you, Worthless, after I have won the war that will fall upon Heaven. Serve me, and perhaps add some meaning to your pitiful existance."
It was not a question; it was not a suggestion. It was a command, and one that Belial recognized as the first of many she would receive. Barely able to stifle her smile, she knelt before him. She had knelt before many a man before, but never like this. Never like this had she submitted herself into servitude in such a complete and insatiable way. And, oh, she loved what was going to come next.
"Yes, master."