In Vacuo in Extrimis
Heaven: (n )1. The adobe of God, angels and spirits of the righteous after death; the place or state of existence of the blessed after mortal life 2. cap. Often, Heavens the celestial powers of God.
Hell:(n) 1. the place or state of punishment of the wicked after death; the adobe of evil and condemned spirits. 2. Any place or state of torment or misery. 3. Something that causes torment or misery.
Purgatory: (n) a place or state following death in which penitent souls are purified of venial sins or undergo the temporal punishment still remaining for forgiven mortal sins and thereby ready for Heaven. 2. A temporary state of suffering. 3. A place between Heaven and Hell.
Sin: (n, v) 1. Transgression of divine law. 2. Any act regarded as such a transgression, especially a willful violation of some religious or moral principle.
Mortal Sin: (n) A sin, such as murder, willfully committed and serious enough to deprive the soul of divine grace.
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If all new born children are born free of sin…what put the sin there in the first place? Society? How can society be responsible be held responsible for our sins? For society itself is made up of those who themselves were once new born children. So doesn't that eliminate the belief of hereditary sin as well?
Is Heaven all that good? Is Hell all that bad? How are we expected to believe in that which we cannot see? Are these just concepts created to get people to behave?
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In Vacuo in Extrimis
The Beginning
A young man wondered through the immense, dimly lit halls. The low glow of the torches lined up down the halls barely lit the stark floors. His footsteps echoed as he neared the chamber of his desire. His calloused hands pressed up against the cold steel of two large doors and swiftly they opened up.
"Dante," the young man summoned, his voice booming throughout the room. Out from behind endless shelves of volumes and manuscripts a frail old man revealed himself. "Have you found it?" he questioned.
"Prince Yamato," he began in a congested tone. "It's here…I have been searching for centuries…I gave up after awhile…But then you requested it, sire so for about a ye-"
"Enough, Dante." He silenced the bookkeeper as he took the leather bound tome into his hands. "You say this book teaches basic Latin?" The prince questioned as he skimmed through the pages.
"Yes, this book goes over the basics, the second volume gets more technical," Dante replied. "Theoretically, these books shouldn't even be in our possession…However, someone managed to smuggle some in after the Rebellion" He commented as he ran his emaciated hands over some books.
"Very well then, I'll see you soon." Yamato said before he left the room.
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"Why do you read those books?" a voice came from the shadows of the dark room. The owner of the voice approached Yamato as he came out from behind the fireplace.
"I've told you to keep your distance from me," came Yamato's deep voice, his eyes never leaving the book.
"Just answer my question," he demanded as he stood still next to the inglenook.
"If angels can read them why can't we…Not to mention it's a waste just to have them lying around." The prince responded.
"That's because angels have a use of knowing different languages. When will we ever get an opportunity to use French, Italian, or Latin?" the teen replied.
"Why don't you go down to Tantalus and torture someone, I'm busy," Yamato suggested.
"When will you get it? We have nothing in common with these angels and muses!" he responded with spite in his voice.
"Our grandfather was the first fallen angel, need I remind you?" the prince spoke
"Demons such as you are the most ignorant of all. If Lucifer hadn't been outcast from the grace of the Heavens…You, you'd be nothing more than a mere lap dog! You're nothing here, and you'd be an even bigger nothing over there!" the teen shouted grabbing a bible and casting it into the flames. "We're god forsaken creatures! Get that through your head!" he shouted.
"What are you implying?" he asked watching the bible slowly smolder.
"You know very well what I'm implying! You aren't an angel, you're no where near!" he shouted at the prince.
Yamato grabbed him by the neck and flung him near the fire. He pulled out a dagger and impaled him into the teen's shoulder, with his hand still tightly wrapped about the boy's neck.
"I know very well that I'm not an angel! For starters, an angel wouldn't have the stomach to do this."
"Brother," the teen choked out.
"You're no brother of mine! You're a half-breed! Vladimir… You may have killed Takeru, but I assure you that you won't replace him!" Yamato shouted in rage as he tossed him to the floor with such ease.
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"Where are you going?" an aged feminine voice called out as Yamato approached the gates.
"I'm at the gates off hell…I wonder where I can be going?" His smart-alecky tone slipping.
"Your father will kill you if he finds out." She said.
"Let him, I'll only end up back here anyway." Yamato said before departing.
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Yamato kissed her deeply as he placed his hands on her hips. Her hands unwrapped from around his neck and they were gently placed on his face. His tongue slid into her mouth, she slightly giggled at the feeling. Her hands madder their way to his silky blonde hair as his hands gripped her hips more tightly. As Yamato parted for air, she giggled when she took notice of lip gloss on his lips.
"Do you remember when we met here?" she asked as she wiped the lip gloss away form his face.
"…Of course," he responded as he began to trail kisses down her neck.
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Yamato roamed the streets, causing mischief on his way to nowhere. He came across a bleak and desolate park and decided to rest for awhile. Now that he was away from his pesky half brother and step mother, Yamato could let go and no longer worry about keeping himself in check.
"Do you mind if I sit here?" a feminine voice asked, a smirk appeared on his face as he gestured for her to sit.
"…So…Are you meeting anyone?" Yamato questioned after several moments of silence.
"No, I just needed some time away from home." She responded as she turned to face him.
"Hard to believe someone as beautiful as you doesn't have a boyfriend to go to instead of some random park." Yamato commented casually.
"I can say the same about you," her response caused Yamato to arch an eyebrow.
"…I'm Yamato by the way," he said as he extended his hand towards her.
"I'm Mimi," she giggled when Yamato kissed her hand. "Well, I've told you why I'm here, why don't you tell me why you're here?" Mimi asked him.
"I guess I can do that…For the same reason I guess…Had to get away from Vladimir," he replied.
"Vladimir?" she questioned.
"My half-brother…he ca be a pest……Well, enough about me, tell me something about you." Yamato requested.
"What would you like to know?" she asked.
"Surprise me."
"…I'm an angel," her simple response. Yamato held back his laughter, was she serious?
"I'd believe it," he began. "You're close enough to perfect in my eyes," he commented.
"No one's perfect…"
"I never said you were…Then again perfection is only a matter of opinion…" he started out a smirk still on his face. "I bet God has a few skeletons in his closet" he muttered to himself. "So, now that I think of it, you are perfect." He clarified his previous remark.
"I guess you're right about perfection being a matter of opinion…But believe I'm far from perfect……Well, I've told you that I'm an angel…I believe it's your turn to tell me something about yourself."
"I love angels."
"You're in luck then…"
The dark look which was upon his face had slowly faded as time went by. Yet a still sinister smirk still on his face as he responded, "I guess I am."
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"What time is it?" Mimi asked causing Yamato to pull away from her neck.
"…9:45…does it really matter though?" he questioned.
"I'm sorry, but I have to go home."
"At least I get to walk you home,"
"When will I see you again?"
"Whenever you want,"
"When do you want?"
"If it were up to me, you'd never have to go home…What about tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow's Sunday…I can't, have a very religious family…What about Monday? I can meet you at the soccer field at 4:00pm," Mimi suggested
"Which soccer field, there's about five of them?" he questioned.
"The one near the abandoned warehouse," she informed him as they stopped before a house. "Well, I'm here…So I guess I'll see you Monday." She said before she leaned up to kiss him.
"Bye" she whispered into his ear before she walked into her home.
"Later,"
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Authors Notes: This is only rated R because I did some reading up on the subject of ratings…And it turns out sacrilegious/blasphemous content is automatically an R. And not to worry all my other stories are all complete and typed...I'm just waiting for the right moment to upload them.
Or PG-13 depending on the amount blasphemy, so I guess you can say this has quite a bit.
On another note: This chapter was written with minor assistance from: Hippie Pot Smoker and Rock Legend.
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