Angels Before Man

by Rafael Nicolás

“I saw what happened in the cathedral, between you and Father.” ‘I saw the way He took advantage of you, singing so adoringly to Him. It doesn’t make sense, why would He hurt you? Aren’t you His favorite? Where was His mercy? I’m not wise, I never really have been, but I’m fearful.’ “I was the one who dragged you out.”

“You are truly great, Father.” ‘Ugh.’

Me anytime i have to talk to my dad

“Because you do not remember the days of your youth, as an obedient flame in my palm — you have enraged me.”

Let me cry— Real tears— These budding freesias in the folds of my eyes, blooming open and cascading — you are obscuring my fear, you are making it pleasant, stop, stop, please stop.’ “Let me bring down on your head what you have done, let pains of anguish grip you.”

The angel begged for mercy, crying soft, as he was undressed. The Lord stepped onto the bed of flowers. And, wrathfully, He took him. Paradise, paradise, garden of Eden, garden of paradise.

Did he………

“I was just curious. I wanted to see what was, was inside, in this body, I was looking for eyes.” ‘Like the ones that I see now in the stigma of each flower, in the walls, in paradise, this giant mouth that is shredding me.’ “And poppies, I thought I might have them there, between these organs, I’m almost there.” ‘I can see their black centers, in between my thick blood, pulsating.’ “Asmodeus. Stop. Stop.” He was forced down some more, and Lucifer hissed, as his wounds were dabbed clean, his viscera returned.

“I was— I didn’t—” Licking his lips, he said, “I was in pain,” and that was true, “very much. Father was disappointed with me. I thought, that if all this pain inside was so great, I needed to find a way to pull it out. I’m very sorry, very.”

let me say that — before I saw you outside the colosseum, dancing and singing, I was never very joyous. I was content with serving Father, I felt I had no room to complain, but then you arrived. And being around you, I had so much joy I became irrational, and now— now, it’s all spilling out. You make my heart swell and rise, like smoke.”

Haven’t you ever wondered why Father is so strict about our subservience? It’s because disobedience is creation,” a shivering breath, “create with me, Michael, and let’s call it sin.”

want your cock so heavy on my tongue that it breaks my jaw.”

“Michael.” ‘Bend me over the Throne and desecrate it with me.’

Asmodeus made his way out of the devolving orgy quickly,

HAahaha i think I'd run away too tbh

‘I didn’t mean to. You took my legs and spread them, lifted them, you wouldn’t speak to me. I didn’t recognize you. I’m sorry. Forgive me. I forgive you. I’ll put you back together again.’

this, here, disobedience, such a god who adores you and kisses you and calls you creation, what is love if not parting these ribs like a sea and finding fitting you inside. like a pearl. I think we are like gods,

Instead, Michael brought down his sword into the conjecture between Lucifer’s wings and the rest of his body, and there was a shriek in pain that would fill the air. “No—” Lucifer’s entire form convulsed with agony. “Michael— Stop— What are you doing? Don’t do this, don’t hurt me—” Michael, reduced to uncontrollable, ravaging cries. “Because you have corrupted my creation, and turned yourself into a Beast, you will be cast down from Heaven.”

“From the animals on Earth, I will make one in our image, according to our likeness,” and the host stared in confusion, “and let them have dominion over the fish of the sea, over the birds of the air, and over the cattle in all the Earth, and over every creeping thing. I will call this being Man. Because you have broken the covenant, faltered in worship, you will all have to bow for the new creation. You will worship and minister to him as you do me, and you will love his children and nurture them, knowing they will inherit heaven from you. You will rebuild the eternal paradise, for Man.” The angels wept at their punishment — Michael, between them all, his tears morphing into crystals, slicing down his cheeks and making him bleed.

The demons fashioned him a crown of bones, thorns, and weeds that gave him the illusion of having horns. And they loved him.