Title: Heaven, Hell, and Somewhere in Between
Authors: Stara and Nataku
Ratings: R
Genre: Romance/Alternate Reality
Disclaimer: Something we put here to save our own butts. Umm...we don't own Heaven, Hell, er.. or...yeah, basically anything. No, wait, WE DO OWN IT ALL!! BWHAHAHAHAHA! You'll never find us, yes, we own it all. Just try and sue our butts, we have a tax lawyer on our side!!
The mighty tax lawyer of power. Um...yeah, actually Stara's best friend's dad....so...yeah. We should end it here I suppose...yeah...um...In case you are trying to find us and have lots of sugar and pretzels we are staking out in the "Psychology" section of the New York library...OK!
SCARY WARNING AUTHOR NOTE: Okay, on a more serious note, let us tell you that we do notg ACTUALLY believe in the conecept behind this story. This is not meant to brainwash, convince, or convert any person/persons/things/obsessed zombies. We are merely using this system as a way of our "creative liscence". Um, please do not flame us because you don't like the way we portray religion. Any flames will go in your file and you know what THAT means. Of course, we accept flames for other reasons, but not just because you don't agree witht the idea of the story. I mean, come on, no one flames the people on Touched By an Angel now do they? So, have mercy on us. (Remember your file!!!!) This story was just made to be amusing and is a romance, or well, eventually will be a romance. This is just the prologue and the purpose of it is to introduce the plotline and some of the story. (As it is with most prologues) So if you prefer, don't think of it as "religion" think of it as a Justice System. Yeah, that's right. So...
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Chapter 1- Hell and Heaven
Lucifer allowed his hand to carress her bare back as he stared at her sleeping face.
"Serenity..." he sighed berating himself inwardly for becoming so attatched to the girl.
"What am I going to do with you?" She licked her lips unconsciously as she slept and he
groaned softly as the innocent act reminded him of how badly he needed her to wake up.
How had such a beautiful creature come to be his? His eyes clouded with memory.
He had been there that day, that wonderful, fateful day when the new shipment of
evil doers walked down the lonesome path to Hell. They all looked as they normally did:
scared for themselves, but not ashamed for what they had done. The hagard faces of what
evil was really made of shown proudly on their faces as they made proclomations of
innocence and ignorance, yet she had made none.
He was sitting on his crude throne, surrounded by a mote of hot lava, allowing his eyes to glance over the group when he spotted her. His eyes had seemingly been drawn to where she stood among the masses and he gasped at the site of her. She had long, silver hair that fell from two buns and cascaded down her body in waves, like the ocean. Her ivory skin was flawless and she
had deep blue eyes that looked about the fiery pits with confusion and curiousity. His
eyes traveled down her slender neck to her supple breasts and thin waist and then down
her long, heavenly legs. His breath caught in his throat as she moved, her eyes darting
about among the shouts and screams of terror the crowd was emitting around her. He
turned to one of his demons, his eyes going dark with lust.
"Bring her to me."
It had taken many months of knowing her before she would be with him, and he
could not bring himself to force her. Whenever he looked into her eyes he felt himself
become a zombie, willing to fufill her every whim, and knowing this he kept her within
his palace walls. He did not need people using this weakness to their advantage. That first
day he grew to understand that she did not really belong there, that something had gone
wrong, but he didn't care. A rip in the system was fine as long as it amused him, and she
definitly did.
At first she found herself unable to grasp the reality behind her situation.
Was she really dead? Was she really in hell? How could she have ended up in such a place? Was
this man who was so kind to her, really the man that tortured billions of people for all of
eternity? These were all hard for her mind to grasp, but the latter most of all. The man
before her, who claimed to be Lucifer, was strikingly handsome. He had tanned skin and
dark, ebony hair that hid eyes of the richest amber. When he spoke his words were
smooth and sweet and they suffocated her until her thoughts were completely lost.
He treated her like a princess, letting her sit at his side, feeding her the best foods, and letting her drink the best wine. Oh, the wine! The first time she had taken a swallow she had
nearly swooned. The velvety liquid was so rich in flavor and it coursed through her body
like liquid fire, heating her every limb. She only allowed herself a few sips, but one day
she let herself go. After her first few glasses the world seemed more colorful, the music
more beautiful, and the man next to her even more charming. His voice coaxed her into a
stupor and she offered herself to him.
He accepted.
The next morning she awoke next to him, not understanding, and confused. When he looked down at her and smiled, she suddenly found that she didn't care. Her innocent mind wouldn't let her think
beyond certain boudaries, and his manipulative nature allowed him to shut her away. She
was his, night after night, and it stayed that way. She was like alcohol to him, so
addictive and sweet on the tongue. She melted away his troubles. But she did not know of
his day life or else he knew she wouldn't have him. Every day he ruled his land with
ruthlessness, but never let her see what went on outside the palace walls. For if she
demanded him to stop his cruel reign, he knew he would succumb to her will.
Yes, he pondered all these thoughts while he stared down at her, watching her
eyelids slowly flutter open to reveal the blue orbs. When she saw him a smile teased her
lips and she looked up at him in her erreathial manner.
"Morning." he said softly, kissing her forehead and then her neck while still
caressing her lower back.
"Mmm....morning.." she purrrred, closing her eyes and relishing the feel of his
mouth as it ravished her skin. He moved so that he was on top of her, leaning on his
elbows, so as not to crush her. His mouth moved down to her collarbone and she gasped
as he continued his journey downward, to where the sheets covered her naked form. She
shivered slightly as his hands explored beneath the sheet until he peeled the cloth away.
Gazing down at her form in all its heavenly glory he groaned as he took his daily dosage
of Serenity. He could never tire of her...
But she could tire of him.
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Kunzite winced as the deafening crash reached his ears. Smiling triumphantly,
Zoisite turned to him and held out his hand expectantly. The silver-haired saint
grumbled and slapped a few bills into the other's outstretched hand.
"Fifth time this week."
"Don't remind me," groaned Kunzite. He stood up from his position on the ground
and brushed some dust off his shoulders. "Besides giving the rest of us a bad
name, the little monster's been causing a huge PR problem on Earth. Do you KNOW
how many conversions we've had this week?"
Jadeite chuckled. "Having some trouble with the demon, boys?"
Nephrite folded his arms over his chest. "Trouble would not be the word." He
pushed up the sleeve on his robe, exposing a nasty little burn. "See that? SEE?
I caught him filling water balloons with sulfur the other day. When I tried to
stop him, well..." he let his voice trail off.
Kunzite paled. "You think YOU'VE got it bad? Just last month he took all the
nuts and bolts out of the Gates to Heaven. The BLOODY GATES TO HEAVEN! We were
out of commission for almost a week. Saint Peter was going ballistic. How fun do
you think THAT was to explain to Him?"
Jadeite put his finger to his lips to indicate silence. "Do you hear that?"
The four saints ceased their grumbling and listened. Cursing inwardly (because
how saintly would it be to use open profanity?), they began running towards the
noise.
"Remind me again WHY we can't send him back," scowled Kunzite.
Zoisite answered matter-of-factly, "Because the blasted, stuck-up,
can-do-no-wrong COUNCIL is 'infallible.'" He added a bit of a sneer on the last
word.
It was true. The Council of Judgment, in charge of the most high decision, the
place all would reside in for eternity, considered themselves to be so incapable
of mistakes that their final word was irreversible. Endymion's appearance at the
Gates of Heaven had startled many, but assuming that, well...there wasn't much to
assume. Endymion had been sent to Heaven- he must have belonged there, right?
"Look! Up ahead! I see him now!"
"Oh my God..."
"Shh! Don't say that!"
"Okay, oh God..."
Endymion shifted the gun in his hands. "I didn't know you guys had these up
here."
Kunzite gasped. "You FOOL! Where did you get that?"
Zoisite blinked. "He's going to corrupt Heaven." He threw his hands up in the
air. "Okay! There goes the afterlife, down the toilet. Bye bye!" He made a
circling notion with his fingers to indicate the flushing of a toilet.
Nephrite grimaced. "Pretty soon there may not BE a Heaven to corrupt.."
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Authors: Stara and Nataku
Ratings: R
Genre: Romance/Alternate Reality
Disclaimer: Something we put here to save our own butts. Umm...we don't own Heaven, Hell, er.. or...yeah, basically anything. No, wait, WE DO OWN IT ALL!! BWHAHAHAHAHA! You'll never find us, yes, we own it all. Just try and sue our butts, we have a tax lawyer on our side!!
The mighty tax lawyer of power. Um...yeah, actually Stara's best friend's dad....so...yeah. We should end it here I suppose...yeah...um...In case you are trying to find us and have lots of sugar and pretzels we are staking out in the "Psychology" section of the New York library...OK!
SCARY WARNING AUTHOR NOTE: Okay, on a more serious note, let us tell you that we do notg ACTUALLY believe in the conecept behind this story. This is not meant to brainwash, convince, or convert any person/persons/things/obsessed zombies. We are merely using this system as a way of our "creative liscence". Um, please do not flame us because you don't like the way we portray religion. Any flames will go in your file and you know what THAT means. Of course, we accept flames for other reasons, but not just because you don't agree witht the idea of the story. I mean, come on, no one flames the people on Touched By an Angel now do they? So, have mercy on us. (Remember your file!!!!) This story was just made to be amusing and is a romance, or well, eventually will be a romance. This is just the prologue and the purpose of it is to introduce the plotline and some of the story. (As it is with most prologues) So if you prefer, don't think of it as "religion" think of it as a Justice System. Yeah, that's right. So...
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Chapter 1- Hell and Heaven
Lucifer allowed his hand to carress her bare back as he stared at her sleeping face.
"Serenity..." he sighed berating himself inwardly for becoming so attatched to the girl.
"What am I going to do with you?" She licked her lips unconsciously as she slept and he
groaned softly as the innocent act reminded him of how badly he needed her to wake up.
How had such a beautiful creature come to be his? His eyes clouded with memory.
He had been there that day, that wonderful, fateful day when the new shipment of
evil doers walked down the lonesome path to Hell. They all looked as they normally did:
scared for themselves, but not ashamed for what they had done. The hagard faces of what
evil was really made of shown proudly on their faces as they made proclomations of
innocence and ignorance, yet she had made none.
He was sitting on his crude throne, surrounded by a mote of hot lava, allowing his eyes to glance over the group when he spotted her. His eyes had seemingly been drawn to where she stood among the masses and he gasped at the site of her. She had long, silver hair that fell from two buns and cascaded down her body in waves, like the ocean. Her ivory skin was flawless and she
had deep blue eyes that looked about the fiery pits with confusion and curiousity. His
eyes traveled down her slender neck to her supple breasts and thin waist and then down
her long, heavenly legs. His breath caught in his throat as she moved, her eyes darting
about among the shouts and screams of terror the crowd was emitting around her. He
turned to one of his demons, his eyes going dark with lust.
"Bring her to me."
It had taken many months of knowing her before she would be with him, and he
could not bring himself to force her. Whenever he looked into her eyes he felt himself
become a zombie, willing to fufill her every whim, and knowing this he kept her within
his palace walls. He did not need people using this weakness to their advantage. That first
day he grew to understand that she did not really belong there, that something had gone
wrong, but he didn't care. A rip in the system was fine as long as it amused him, and she
definitly did.
At first she found herself unable to grasp the reality behind her situation.
Was she really dead? Was she really in hell? How could she have ended up in such a place? Was
this man who was so kind to her, really the man that tortured billions of people for all of
eternity? These were all hard for her mind to grasp, but the latter most of all. The man
before her, who claimed to be Lucifer, was strikingly handsome. He had tanned skin and
dark, ebony hair that hid eyes of the richest amber. When he spoke his words were
smooth and sweet and they suffocated her until her thoughts were completely lost.
He treated her like a princess, letting her sit at his side, feeding her the best foods, and letting her drink the best wine. Oh, the wine! The first time she had taken a swallow she had
nearly swooned. The velvety liquid was so rich in flavor and it coursed through her body
like liquid fire, heating her every limb. She only allowed herself a few sips, but one day
she let herself go. After her first few glasses the world seemed more colorful, the music
more beautiful, and the man next to her even more charming. His voice coaxed her into a
stupor and she offered herself to him.
He accepted.
The next morning she awoke next to him, not understanding, and confused. When he looked down at her and smiled, she suddenly found that she didn't care. Her innocent mind wouldn't let her think
beyond certain boudaries, and his manipulative nature allowed him to shut her away. She
was his, night after night, and it stayed that way. She was like alcohol to him, so
addictive and sweet on the tongue. She melted away his troubles. But she did not know of
his day life or else he knew she wouldn't have him. Every day he ruled his land with
ruthlessness, but never let her see what went on outside the palace walls. For if she
demanded him to stop his cruel reign, he knew he would succumb to her will.
Yes, he pondered all these thoughts while he stared down at her, watching her
eyelids slowly flutter open to reveal the blue orbs. When she saw him a smile teased her
lips and she looked up at him in her erreathial manner.
"Morning." he said softly, kissing her forehead and then her neck while still
caressing her lower back.
"Mmm....morning.." she purrrred, closing her eyes and relishing the feel of his
mouth as it ravished her skin. He moved so that he was on top of her, leaning on his
elbows, so as not to crush her. His mouth moved down to her collarbone and she gasped
as he continued his journey downward, to where the sheets covered her naked form. She
shivered slightly as his hands explored beneath the sheet until he peeled the cloth away.
Gazing down at her form in all its heavenly glory he groaned as he took his daily dosage
of Serenity. He could never tire of her...
But she could tire of him.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Kunzite winced as the deafening crash reached his ears. Smiling triumphantly,
Zoisite turned to him and held out his hand expectantly. The silver-haired saint
grumbled and slapped a few bills into the other's outstretched hand.
"Fifth time this week."
"Don't remind me," groaned Kunzite. He stood up from his position on the ground
and brushed some dust off his shoulders. "Besides giving the rest of us a bad
name, the little monster's been causing a huge PR problem on Earth. Do you KNOW
how many conversions we've had this week?"
Jadeite chuckled. "Having some trouble with the demon, boys?"
Nephrite folded his arms over his chest. "Trouble would not be the word." He
pushed up the sleeve on his robe, exposing a nasty little burn. "See that? SEE?
I caught him filling water balloons with sulfur the other day. When I tried to
stop him, well..." he let his voice trail off.
Kunzite paled. "You think YOU'VE got it bad? Just last month he took all the
nuts and bolts out of the Gates to Heaven. The BLOODY GATES TO HEAVEN! We were
out of commission for almost a week. Saint Peter was going ballistic. How fun do
you think THAT was to explain to Him?"
Jadeite put his finger to his lips to indicate silence. "Do you hear that?"
The four saints ceased their grumbling and listened. Cursing inwardly (because
how saintly would it be to use open profanity?), they began running towards the
noise.
"Remind me again WHY we can't send him back," scowled Kunzite.
Zoisite answered matter-of-factly, "Because the blasted, stuck-up,
can-do-no-wrong COUNCIL is 'infallible.'" He added a bit of a sneer on the last
word.
It was true. The Council of Judgment, in charge of the most high decision, the
place all would reside in for eternity, considered themselves to be so incapable
of mistakes that their final word was irreversible. Endymion's appearance at the
Gates of Heaven had startled many, but assuming that, well...there wasn't much to
assume. Endymion had been sent to Heaven- he must have belonged there, right?
"Look! Up ahead! I see him now!"
"Oh my God..."
"Shh! Don't say that!"
"Okay, oh God..."
Endymion shifted the gun in his hands. "I didn't know you guys had these up
here."
Kunzite gasped. "You FOOL! Where did you get that?"
Zoisite blinked. "He's going to corrupt Heaven." He threw his hands up in the
air. "Okay! There goes the afterlife, down the toilet. Bye bye!" He made a
circling notion with his fingers to indicate the flushing of a toilet.
Nephrite grimaced. "Pretty soon there may not BE a Heaven to corrupt.."
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