ou I cannot suggest you are the monster that the people speak of. Forgive me, but I had come here in search of such a monster.’ He paused, waiting for me to respond. I did not. ‘Sir, I had also heard tell of a beautiful princess who resides here with you.’ I answered now. ‘The people call me a monster because I do not wish to leave my home, and because I am a foreigner in a strange land. Our cultures are so wholly different that they cannot help but perceive me as such.’ He nodded, ‘Of course, sir, but of the rumors, are they indeed true?’
“I confess I did not want to share my treasure with anyone, and yet I could not let pass the opportunity to brag of her choice to stay with me. ‘They are, however, if she so chose, she might leave at any time.’ He looked at me, and I suppose he found some sort of handsomeness that I had never seen, for he nodded, and pursued the matter no further. He stayed with me a full fortnight.
“You cannot imagine my joy when she paid him no attention. He was human, and I was not, and she chose me over him. My heart sang. When he left, he promised to return, I paid him no heed.
“The next day, I took her out of our home; we journeyed by carriage through the forest and by the lake. She was too delicate for much else. She was the happiest I had ever seen. The air, the lake, the trees, it was all wondrous for her. ‘I shall take you anywhere you want, you need only ask.’ I promised her. Each morning after she had eaten her breakfast we would go out, coming back only for her lunch.
“It was the happiest time for us. She told me everything she was thinking, I heard it regardless, but it was amazing that she wanted me to know her heart. At the same time, it was the beginning of the end for me. ‘The birds are so free,’ she said one day. ‘They can just fly away and go wherever they want.’
“That day I realized for the first time that she would leave me eventually. It was a heavy thought. She noticed my withdrawal from our conversation. She asked, ‘Are you alright, Nicholas?’ and I asked her in return, ‘Are you happy here, with me? Is it enough? Or do you wish to fly away, like that bird?’
“She was silent now, her brow furrowed, thinking. I heard her thoughts, 'What can he mean? Would I like to fly away? The bird looks so free… Am I trapped? Am I Nicholas’ prisoner? No… I am free to come and go as I please.’ And then she spoke. And it hurt me so. ‘Am I free Nicholas?’
“Truthfully, I had no idea. I admit, I guarded her jealously, but if she wanted to leave, she could. Wasn’t that what I had always told myself? That she had free will and could leave me any moment she chose? That she didn’t leave me, and was thus mine? ‘Of course you are free, Arymel. You may leave whenever you choose. I hope you will not, though, I would be lonely without you.’
“Her eyes when she heard that became so clear, so bright, so full of trust, that it broke my heart. ‘I won’t leave you Nicholas, never fear. I am too happy to ever leave.’ I gave her the best smile I could muster, but inside I was in pain. ‘I hope so, Arymel, I hope so.’
“He returned, the young duke, nearly four years later. I had all but forgotten of him. I saw how he smiled at Arymel, and how she smiled back. One evening, when I would usually have retired to my chambers, I stayed out, flitting from tree to tree to release my irritation.
“He had asked her for a private audience, and she had chosen this time, when I would have been fast asleep, or at least tucked away. By chance, I caught them. He told her he loved her, and when she said she loved him too, I screamed. It was such a monstrous scream as to make even her pure heart cry out with fear.
“Night was always the worst time, without the Lord’s sun guiding me, I lose my form. It was His punishment. I would never be sane without Him who I had run from.
“I appeared before them, and he slashed me with his sword, I managed to scratch him. Then, I fled. She tended to his wounds but they were nothing. She followed me quickly; she saw the humanity and the desperation in my eyes. She followed the trail of blood, but I concealed myself. I cried as she searched for me.
“When she had passed, I returned to my chambers. The wound was already healing, my kind do regenerate quickly, as you well know. I dressed myself properly and went downstairs, asking what all the commotion was.
“The young man, Jared was his name, said, ‘A beast has just attacked us!’ ‘A beast!’ I exclaimed, ‘But how did it get into my halls, I am certain I locked the doors?’ Jared went quite red, and he admitted, ‘I took Arymel outside, it was not her fault.’ ‘But this late, surely you might have asked to borrow one of my sitting rooms? I have no other guests and when I was already removed to my chambers…’
“I will never forget the look on him when I said this. It was no longer shame; it was menace. ‘I apologize, sir.’ I then turned to Arymel, who was now dripping from the melting snow, ‘Are you well, my dear? Here, come with me, and I will get you dry raiment and a hot bath.’ I took her away, and I spoke to her, asking why he had taken her out into the dark, when the country was known to be full of demons.
“She blushed, and I realized she was another naughty child, caught. ‘He merely wished to speak with me alone. I was showing him the snow, for he lives in a place which receives none.’ ‘What a horrid place that must be,’ I remarked, ‘For where snow does not touch is the furthest from God.’ ‘I think it will be nice,’ she answered subconsciously. I nearly shouted aloud… she had already decided.
“I am ashamed, but I admit that I had decided that she would not leave me. ‘You will not leave me, though, Arymel? Not when you have promised to stay with me forever? You may of course leave, if it is what you truly want. If you no longer wish to see me.’ ‘But Nicholas, I will visit you, of course.’ ‘You will forget old Nicholas, and his silly little castle. It will be nothing to you. And even if you do not, Jared will never allow you to return. I am a monster to them, Arymel. You are the only person who cares for me.’
“And, crying, I left. I did not want to hear her. I could not let her go. I hated myself for hurting her thus. Had she gone with him… I do not know what I would have done. The following morning however, he approached her quite wrongly.” Nicholas’ expression turned to a dark smile.
“‘Marry me, be my duchess, you can leave this horrid place behind and never return. We can leave today. You needn’t see Nicholas again if you fear his approval! You will be safe from that monster!’
“‘How can you say such a thing? Nicholas is no monster! He is a kind man; he has cared for me all these years. He has never hurt me, nor would he ever hurt anyone! If ever I were to leave, I would return to visit Nicholas! Surely you cannot be so cruel as to keep me from this man who is like my father?’
“At that point, I entered the dining room. Arymel stood, and said to me, ‘Jared must leave today, it was really quite sudden, but something has come up at home, and he cannot stay any longer.’ Jared stood, his jaw clenched. He nodded curtly. I smiled, feigning sincerity, ‘Of course, if you must, you must. I almost thought that you might take my beautiful Arymel from me as your bride.’ Arymel looked at him with irritation, ‘I should think not, Nicholas. I have no wish to leave here, it is my home.’
“You know, of course, that I said what I had in order to induce this reaction, I could hardly allow her to harbor any doubts as to my nature. And I admit, when I flitted through her thoughts, she had vanquished the seedlings of her suspicions.
“Young Jared left, and returned to wherever he was from, for I had not cared to remember. Nearly forty years had passed when a second suitor of the name Jared came. He resembled the first duke so greatly that I at first believed him to be the same man.
“I, of course, appeared the same as I had before, my kind is ever unchanging as we do not count as the living, and my Arymel was as young and as beautiful as the day I had created her. To me, the one hundred and forty-seven years I had were nothing at all, though of course her presence left each day a treasure in my memory. You and I have both felt the pressure of time, and how lonely it can be, you understand how impossible it is to have something for so short a time.
“I was not ready to give her away. I like to think that one day I would have been. That had I had her for a millennium, I might have been able to let her fly. Please, it is not what I believe, merely what I like to think.
“He came to us, having heard of his father’s visit. He was amazed that the woman his father had spoken of stood before him, as young as he described, and more beautiful than he had been able to describe. In the end however, this language has no words adequate for her beauty.
“No, even my native tongue has no words for her, and this is not my pride that says so. She was truly the most beautiful creature in the universe. The Lord Himself has never created anyone the likes of her.” Nicholas paused a moment. “Perhaps He created her, to punish me further… no matter.
“The young Jared courted my Arymel. She was wary of him, but I knew that he would win her over in a matter of time. Every smile she gave him infuriated me, it was torture, it scorched me, burned me… it was my own Hell. It was worse than Hell.
“Arymel became blind to me. They didn’t notice how my demeanor was always serious, or my animosity towards the boy.” Nicholas laughed to himself. “I nearly poisoned the boy several times.” His face crumbled in pain, and the King Demon nearly cried, “But I couldn’t. She was so happy and I couldn’t take it away from her!” He shouted.
He took a deep breath. “Then he kissed her. He kissed my Arymel. And she didn’t push him away. The monster within me took hold. I attacked him. I had to destroy him. I nearly killed him. She stood between him and me. My sanity returned to me. I couldn’t hurt her.
“My form returned to normal, and she saw me for what I truly was. A monster. ‘I love you.’ I told her. Then, I fled. I couldn’t face her rejection.
“I hid myself away in the tower room that did not exist as far as my Arymel knew. She searched my palace for many weeks, but she never found me. She tended to the accursed boy, the fool who had destroyed everything.” Nicholas was venomous. “Then, when he was hale, they left. Together. I rampaged. I destroyed everything. But not her room. I couldn’t.
“I took to a life of self-destruction, and violence. Anything to ease my pain. It did not help, really. It just allowed me to push reality from my mind.
“The next time I saw her, she was on her death bed. I heard her whispering my name. I went to her. The people around her were frozen, they couldn’t see us. ‘Nicholas, is that you?’ I heard her whisper.
“I placed my hand on her cheek. ‘Yes, Arymel, it is me.’ My voice broke. ‘Have you seen my children, Nicholas?’ I cried, me, the forsaken. ‘They have killed you, Arymel.’ My voice broke. She laughed gently, ‘No, I have given my life for their two lives.’ Her smile was so beautiful then. If I had never truly loved her before, I did in that moment. ‘What are their names?’ I asked.
“Her smile widened, ‘She is Melicim, and he is Nicholas.’ I stared at her, shaking my head. ‘No, no! You cannot call him that! Please!’ I begged her. She saw my tears. ‘Don’t cry, Nicholas. I have named him for you because I love you.’ I watched her unravel, layers of light. The created that were never complete always do.
“‘You weren’t meant to have children,’ I told her. ‘Or to die. Never.’ I whispered.
“As time returned to normal for those around us, they saw me standing over her empty bed. Jared recognized me immediately, his father recognized me shortly after. He ordered his servants after me.
“I had forgiven them, after seeing my Arymel so happy… but they brought all of my anger back, and I had to destroy them. Somehow the little Melicim escaped my wrath. Perhaps in the moment when I looked into her brother’s eyes and saw my Arymel. Time seemed to freeze; I just stared into those cold, dead eyes.
“When I looked up, she was standing in front of me. ‘Mister, are you okay?’ she asked me. Imagine, a child who had seen me massacre everything she knew… asking was I alright… I ran. I ran from this shred of Arymel.
“It was seeing her happy in the young man’s arms that drew my anger. He was dark haired and tall, well built, and his features were light and young, as mine had once been. And she… she was my Arymel. They were what should have been Arymel and me.
“I could not forgive her for loving him back.”
Nicholas took a deep breath, bringing himself back to present. “That is my story. Judge me how you will.” Under his breath, inaudible to Lucifer, he whispered, “I had to punish you. You were like me, but you had a chance at happiness. The people did not revile you as a monster. And you had Gabriel. I nearly killed you as a child, but He intervened.” He fought his way through the words, but all Lucifer heard was muttering.
Nicholas shrieked, and his body tore itself apart.
Lucifer passed the demon, and walked through the great doors of the temple that was so similar in structure to the great Athenian temple of Paris. Lucifer’s mouth fell open involuntarily. In all of her travels she had never been in a library this big. The columns alone were the size of a church tower. It was immense; there was no word for its size.
She understood why the Lord had wanted this place destroyed. The inscription over the door read, “Here lieth all knowledge lost to humanity, and thrown unto us through the four elements, the Lord, and mankind himself.”
She walked to a shelf and read the book names. Each was about the Lord. She went to another shelf, and it was the same. This was what she had searched so long for, waiting here at her fingertips. She spent many days within the library, many weeks even, but she gained the knowledge of how she might rebel against the Lord, and finally become her own Master.
On the seventy-seventh day, Lucifer left the library. The demons gathered around the temple in a crowd so thick the ground could not be seen.
She stretched her great wings, white as purest snow, which she had finally regained. They were not wings given her by her Creator; they were wings she had made herself. She flew by her own grace, and they would never again be taken from her.
The demons that swarmed around her converged upon her, but she kicked off, testing her newfound ability. She was as light and airy as she had been so long ago, and flying was as natural as it had ever been.
The demons turned on each other as their prey escaped, having no sense of order, only lust for destruction and darkness. The few that were able took to the sky and gave chase, but they were heavy and awkward and could not rise so quickly as she.
Just as Lucifer pushed herself through the portal in the sky, she saw Satan himself chasing her. His six wings beat madly, and his expression was violent and bestial. Lucifer fought her way through the current, seemingly an endless struggle. She finally reached the shore, and looked back to see the demons who sunk behind her, weighed down by their sinful natures.
She flew from that final circle of hell, across the river Styx and on, until she reached the surface. Lucifer ascended alongside the great Ladder of Jacob, wings pushing her upwards.
She went to that place once forbidden her by the Lord; the Garden of Eden. She began to make her way to the center. There were snakes everywhere, the trees themselves were snakes, their branches reaching out and biting her. They cut her and scraped her, and she beheaded them endlessly.
She reached the center, finally, and there sat an apple, the only living thing in the entire place. Two intertwined serpents wound around the tree. Lucifer stood before them, and called to them. “Great Guardian of the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil, will you allow me to partake of the fruit of this tree?”
And he replied, “I cannot, because my Lord has charged me not to do so. As he has created you, he has created me.”
“And you will defend his will unto your death.” His two heads nodded to her, and then they darted after her. She dodged them, remaining on the ground where her sword would gain her the greatest advantage. The heads converged on her, and she stood her ground. At the last instant she spread her wings and jumped, placing herself above their colliding heads. She landed on the head of one, and stabbed her sword through its brain.
The snakes that were one writhed in pain. Lucifer took advantage of that moment to steal the apple. She flew high into the air, threw the apple above her. She sliced it into two, horizontally, revealing the star inside. The seeds became balls of light, circling her. She felt an incredible warmth rush through her.
The snakes of the garden vanished, including the great, writhing one. Lucifer felt the warmth spreading out to fill each tree, each plant, and each animal. It was as though new life had been breathed into the garden.
Lucifer spread her wings and took to the sky to face her enemy. Regardless of the result, she knew her life would be drastically changed. As she flew through the place of her childhood, she expended her power to restore it as well. She heard the echoes of the laughter of her youth.
The Divine Being awaited her in the great field that had once been her playground. Around her feet, the grass was lush and green, and the wildflowers bloomed, and around his, the earth was scorched and barren, and the wildflowers withered and died. “I see you have assumed your divinity.”
Lucifer nodded. “Because of a legend you told me, long ago.”
His impassive face seemed to flicker for a moment, becoming nearly nostalgic. It passed too quickly for her to be certain. “Then let us do battle, and see who shall remain. For surely there can only be one Creator.” With that, He attacked. Lucifer drew her sword, defending herself physically while fending off all of His other attacks and mounting counter attacks and creating always while He destroyed. But she was weak and inexperienced, and He was wizened and strong. He quickly gained the advantage, and He pressed her. Soon, it was clear the victory belonged to the Lord.
The lights seemed to whisper to her in the voices of her friends, she could hear them shouting at her not to quit when she was so close. She remembered the eyes of Gabriel, so earnest and fierce. She forced herself to her feet; she had been through too much to give up like this. She launched attack after attack, her creativity limitless. Her newness and youth could not suppress her as His experience had.
The earth below suffered from hurricanes, earthquakes, tsunamis, and volcanic eruptions for many days. Lucifer was now gaining ground, and the Lord assumed the truth of His Divinity. He stood before her, a power greater than she had achieved even now. And she fell. He was so great she could barely stand before Him. “Now do you defy me, My Creation?” He created a sword from lightning and began a down stroke towards her head.
The lights swirled around her, and suddenly Lucifer stood in the middle of nowhere. She was alone, surrounded by darkness. One by one, however, the lights returned, reforming into the shapes of her six companions.
The first, on her right, was Niamh; he smiled at her, “Hey, Cife.”
“Hey Niamh,” she whispered, smiling. Beside him, Nyra and Aryn materialized. Her smile widened when they somehow ran across the space and hugged her. They crashed into her, and fell into a giggling heap.
The two nineteen year olds laughed. “Jeez, Cife, you’re getting old.” They always spoke as one.
The fourth person to appear, directly across the circle from Lucifer, was Seth. He was around thirty-five. “Hey, where’s Melicim?” Lucifer gestured to the space beside him where the light was taking shape.
Melicim stepped into being, “Seth, I swear, if ten thousand years in purgatory couldn’t teach you patience-”
Seth leaned in and kissed her, “What were you saying?”
Melicim turned from him pointedly, watching as the blind princess Carmen emerged from the light. “Hello, friends of Lucifer. Who is our seventh companion?”
Lucifer herself was puzzled; she was quite convinced that Carmen had been her first companion. “I’m not sure…”
The final companion came not as light, but as a mixture of the five elements; earth, air, fire, water, and spirit. It was Gabriel. “Of course,” Carmen smiled, “I remember when he saved both our lives, Cife.”
“He saved ours as well,” Aryn and Nyra chorused.
Niamh turned to him, looked him up and down, “Damn, and I thought I had a chance.”
Melicim just sighed when Seth walked up to him to compare height and build. Seth stood in front of him, “How do you do that?” he asked.
Gabriel drew his brows, “Do what?”
“How tall are you? I would say at least half a foot taller than me, but I would never have guessed if I hadn’t come this close. And you’re obviously stronger than I am, but again, only when I come close and specifically look for it. And don’t tell me you hunch, because you’re standing straight, knees just slightly bent.”
Gabriel shrugged. “After a while, one learns to be invisible.”
“I think it’s your eyes. I can’t read anything in them. Normally, you can gage a man’s strength by his eyes…”
Again Gabriel shrugged. Melicim spoke before Seth could press him anymore. “Seth, we’re here for a reason.” Her expression said, ‘drop it’.
Nearly imperceptibly, Gabriel nodded at her in thanks.
“Now,” Aryn and Nyra began, “we’re going to lend you the power you gave us. When you sliced that apple, remember? There were eight seeds. Jeez, Cife, pay attention.”
Carmen continued from there. “Lucifer, we all know that the only option is to destroy the Being who created you. I have felt your reluctance before, but you must fight with intent to defeat and destroy. Not reform. There is no reform for one who condemns the world, and all that they have created.”
Niamh smiled, “Don’t worry, Cife, we are right beside you, all the way. The six of us will never leave you; we’re like your own circle of protection. You held onto us when we would have been thrown into oblivion, and now, we’ll hold onto you when He tries to throw you into oblivion. Alright?”
Lucifer smiled, and looked at the faces around her, these people - her friends - who had never hated her. She nodded, “I can do this, thanks, guys.” Her smile was warm and happy, and she felt as light as she had when she’d lived with the angels.
The heavenly Kingdom re-materialized before her, and she was lying on the ground.
She struggled to her feet; her voice was strained but determined as she said, “I am no longer yours. I am my own.” Lucifer claimed the divinity that circled her, bringing it into herself, making it her own. The light swirled about her and she felt her friends, warm, gentle. The mysteries of the universe unraveled themselves before her.
And then, She stood again before Jehovah. “Now, my servant, do you refuse your Master?”
“Indeed, I do, for I will not serve my creation.” He summoned before him the army of demons he had been gathering for so long. Without hesitation he set them upon her.
Lucifer stood, Her face calm, with a hint of a smile upon it. She waved an arm in front of them, and they ceased to be. Jehovah struck at Her with his lightning sword. She raised a hand, and he was frozen. “I have transcended even you, who were once my lord. I have chosen my own path.”
Jehovah laughed, coughing up blood. “You are mistaken. You are and always will be first and foremost my creation. You believe that I could not have, at any moment, destroyed you? You have lived at my grace all these years, my daughter, and you have taken my place at my will.”
“Taken…your place?”
He laughed again, voice rasping now, but he quickly became lost far away, “Yes, yes. I was lonely; so alone, with nothing and no one, for countless eternities. And then, I realized that ahead of me, were only more eternities, endlessly, forever. And every second was an eternity for me, and every fragment of a second was an eternity to me. And each eternity dragged on, and on. I had no memories with which to occupy myself. I simply was. There was no one to speak of a time before me.
“I devised a plan; a plan by which I could escape my eternity of eternities. It was a two sided coin. I created Nicholas, and I created you and Gabriel. In the instance that Nicholas had succeeded, you and Gabriel would have been allowed to do as you chose; though I have doubts as to whether I should have kept the earth.
“Nicholas is, or rather was, a shadow of myself. He did what I dared not do. He created himself a partner, one to lighten the load of time. He was driven by a nature I refuse to acknowledge in myself, though it is, at times, prevalent.
“It is safe to say that I am not without flaw or failing, my dear. My selfishness led to all the loss and pain that the people down there have felt. You probably can’t understand the necessity of everything I did to you, but please know none of it had much to do with you. I made you to fill the role I had cast, and I made Gabriel to be your perfect counterpart.
“I never intended to allow Nicholas’ escape from Hell; I was ashamed that I was so easily removed from my sanity. That I, the almighty Lord God, was so easily removed from my sanity was disgraceful. In my arrogance, I ignored Nicholas.
“As you are no doubt aware, Nicholas escaped to make your life unbearable, to drive you to suicide. It was only after he met you and Carmen rejected him that he formed his resolve to create a companion. He thought she could not reject him, it was a lesson we both learned the hard way.” He laughed sardonically.
“Lucifer, it’s impossible to truly defy your creator. I made you as you are with all of your capacities and your personality. I engineered every event that made you who you are. I knew how you would react to everything that happened. You have had choices, but they were cast in stone long before you were created. I am, well was, omnipotent.
“Lucifer,” he began, regaining his thread of purpose, “You are my creation, I am the Lord, and I have passed my divinity to you. You are my vessel; I created you to hold my power for eternity.” He softened slightly, “But I have given you memories, and responsibility, and a companion. You won’t be alone as I was. You will have the people below you. Never forget their cruelty and prejudice, and never forget their exceptional creativity.”
He paused a moment. “I have told everything to Gabriel. You will find him in Hell, searching endlessly for you. Worry not. If you should choose, your power shall be shared with him. It is yours to do with as you will.
“No, there is no reversal. Eternity is yours. You don’t have the time to argue. You must quickly find Gabriel, before he is lost along with me. If you do not share your power with him, he will cease to be when his creator ceases to be.” He smiled at her, one last smile at his favorite creation, as he slowly unraveled, layer by layer, an empty husk.
Lucifer flew, using all of her powers to hasten her passage. She stopped time as best she could, but it seemed with the old King of Time passing away, the dimensions were distorted. Finally she reached Hell and she searched for Gabriel.
He was drowning in the pool of sin. She took his hand in hers and began to pull him from the waters. He was nearly out, when the King Demon latched onto his ankle. Gabriel shook him off, hard as he could, but he would not let go.
Lucifer was pulled into the water with him. They both swam as hard as they could, trying to free Gabriel of the Demon. Lucifer felt the whispers of her power. Light streamed from her hand, the Demon relinquished its clasp and fled.
Lucifer and Gabriel clawed their way to shore. Gabriel whispered, “Lucifer means bringer of light, you know.”
She looked at where she held his right hand with her left, and she knew if she let go, he would die. “Don’t let go of my hand, Gabriel, ever. Do you promise?”
Gabriel kissed her in response. “Never.” He smiled. And she smiled back at him. “I guess the Lord did answer my prayer.”
The world slowly settled down as it bent to the will of its new Masters. The Heavenly Kingdom fell to nothing, as did Jacob’s ladder, and the Garden of Eden. Gabriel and Lucifer rebuilt them, but they were not the same. They were new, and alive. They created angels to answer the prayers of the people, and cherubs to play forever in the paradise they had created. As the days passed, Gabriel explained the story he’d been told by Jehovah.
“He had existed for an eternity; he was lonely, and weary. In order to free himself from that, he created us, to replace him. He made me to be your companion, so you would not be alone as he was. Everything he did to you, everything he taught you … it was all for this.
“You were made to hold all of his power. The power that he didn’t give you was used to maintain the earth and the people after his death. He was still the compassionate Lord we knew.
“Niamh died because of Nicholas’ jealousy, which was the Lord’s jealousy. He envied you, happy with this man who worshipped you. I did not approve, I knew it would hurt you. Part of me wanted him gone, I admit, but I had no hand in that.
“He told me that so long as I served him faithfully, I would be able to protect you, and I would also be able to guarantee your life. Needless to say, I did. The corruption you uncovered…it was to force you to claim your divinity. What were a few thousand years to the lord after an eternity…?”
“So…everything…was because… he wanted it to be?” She paused.
“He was the Lord. You cannot comprehend the Lord. As we are now, I can barely comprehend you.” He smiled at his joke. And Lucifer laughed, and they sat together fingers interlaced, encompassed by the warmth and power that was the legacy of their Lord.

Lefellow

March 6, 2011 at 9:14 PM PST

Pretty good. Think you ought to break it up into chapters so it does not stretch on and on. Great writing and story.

Legion

January 26, 2011 at 11:25 PM PST

Too long, did not read.

Idler on the Roof

January 22, 2011 at 12:56 AM PST

Great story telling! You can be more specific: kissed her...but where? I want to know. Love the story though.