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“There is another Eden, within me. I have it nestled between the heat of love. This is love.’
But when the sounds of heavy steps, approaching, came, they’d hastily rise. Gathering their clothes, taking each other’s hands, and laughing, they’d run away from Him, as fast they could. So that He doesn’t see, doesn’t notice. Two angels creating love, creating.”
― rafael nicolás, Angels Before Man

“Satan said: "I was made for you." They both knew it. 'You were made for the pierce of my sword, my throat was made for your hands. I was made for you to kill. You were made for me to slaughter' "You make me sick." 'I still dream of you.' His lips were parted, asking. For a kiss? For the seed of religion?”
― rafael nicolás, Angels & Man

“Your beloved what, exactly? Beloved friend? Brother?”
“Simply my beloved.” Michael smiled back, grand but sleepy, before he swung up to sit again. He scooted even closer to Lucifer, chuckling warm, perhaps at the confusion on the other’s irises and brows and mouth. “My beloved Lucifer.”
― rafael nicolás, Angels Before Man

“Whispering — “I daydream of you, of loving you.”
“How do you love me?”
“Like this.” Yearning mouth — it’d press soft to the smooth of his tunic. “Like a flower, like a symphony, trapped in my throat, like you’re an eternity, and I need you in my veins.”
― rafael nicolás, Angels Before Man