He knocked softly on my door. My expectations were of those portrayals others had imagined. Unlike most portrayals he was a handsome man with a subtle air of distinction which goes with ancient blood and high lineage. His carriage and manners were enviably fine and courtly.
He smiled in a peaceful way…his eyes taking my measure in full. I asked him to join me in the library as I guided him to the two wing chairs on either side of the fireplace.
“Can I get you anything”?” I inquired.
“Please do not put yourself to any trouble on my behalf. Treat me as you would an old friend.” He said in a winning and gracious way.
As I sat across from him I was entirely at ease, yet there was a disquieting sense creeping into the edges of my thoughts.
“What should I call you?” I asked.
“ I am called by many names; any one would be suitable: Lucifer, Satan, Father of All Lies, The Evil One…I prefer Morning Star if it pleases you. It means ‘Son of Dawn’. How shall we start our conversation? What do you wish to know?”
When I first sought to make contact with Satan many months ago, my late-night entreaties went unanswered. Did I want to enter a negotiation for my soul, and if so what would I want in return? Fame, wealth…worldly pleasures? In my heart, my primary desire was simply to meet. Yes, it defies logic but one must understand I had an abiding curiosity. My research suggested that any negotiation, if there should be one, should be crafted precisely inasmuch as he was cunning with an immortal charm. His intent was to cheat you in any way you permitted. In the end, Lilith, a winged Babylonian demon, appeared in my garden. A seductress of enchanting beauty…bending to look directly into my eyes she whispered,
“You seek the Bearer of Light, Ruler of this World,?”
“Yes,” I croaked.
“To what end? What is your desire?” She said as her wet tongue caressed my neck.
“A negotiation possibly. First a discussion.”
She was close, very close. There was a sulfurous odor about her, not pervasive, but nonetheless a taint in the air. As I focused on things other than her dark green eyes, I saw her body quiver under her diaphanous gown. I attempted to resist, but the urge to look away was thwarted by her hands as they began a soft, very sensual, search of my body ending between my legs. I moaned as her fingers wrapped around my penis. Her grasp firmed, and her hand stroked me as no other had. My knees weakened as she leaned in taking my tongue in her mouth, sucking it as she would a cock. My body shook with uncontrolled passion exploding in my pants, stumbling to maintain my balance on legs that had become gelatin beneath me.
She laughed, an insidious cackle, and said,” Your message will be presented. He will weigh the worth of his time and value of time spent on you?”
Months passed with not a single word then he was at my door. As if reading my thoughts, which no doubt he had, he said in the most soothing of tones,
“You misunderstand my intentions. I am not here to entice you with the glories of my gifts and delude you as to the majesty of my domain…simply a conversation, possibly an entreaty. Our exchange will be a matter of satisfying your curiosities…your needs…no more, no less.”
His countenance was quite convivial, most welcoming. I settled into my chair preparing myself to engage, to be illuminated. From the corner of my eye, I glimpsed a red glow in his eyes as he glanced briefly at me…it was there and just as quickly gone.
He began without the need of a preamble from me.
“I consider you to be a man of considerable intellect thus in my discussions with you if I happen to repeat what is already known to you please tell me and I will move forward to other things.”
He began by saying that before human time there was a revolution in the heavenly realm. “Yes, Father knew that would happen. Unlike what humans feel they know I wasn’t solitary in my role or arrogance. I was accompanied by many angels…all of which have been chained in Hell until such time as Father determines their fate. Indeed I was most favored. I had and have enormous gifts and powers in my rule of this world and was favored greatly by my Father before my fall. My endeavor is to challenge my Father in every way possible. I am not inherently evil…probably I am best described as unscrupulous. Thus please be forewarned, which no doubt you are. By definition many consider my habits to be the epitome of licentiousness, and that is near the truth. I am not encumbered by moral or mortal constraints nor should anyone be. Let me ask you this…if my Father knows all things and is the source of all things known and unknown…am I wrong in what I do or for that matter is anyone wrong, evil? The source of everything is from someone who is considered the fount of all good, so how can anything be deemed evil?”
“God gave us free will thus enabling humankind to make their own choices…he described evil clearly in the Ten Commandments while providing the Bible to further assist mankind,” I said.
“The Bible! What utter nonsense, created by some Mediterranean ruler years after the alleged birth and death of the Messiah. How could anyone in their right mind see this antiquated, moralistic rambling as the word of God? It seems a savior of sorts must appear to cleanse evil from humankind yet I am here, perpetually creating a need for salvation. The thought that humans would be saved to become angels strumming harps while perched on clouds is nothing but complete fantasy. First, Angels in Heaven and Hell are vastly superior than any human could ever be! Secondly, they were never human at any time. Angels are the direct creation of God…humans are souls. A currency used to trade between heaven and hell. Also, they were not created in the image or as an image of God. How very presumptuous!
He stood, asking me to stand beside him. As he took my hand, my body jerked as a warm sensation engulfed me. I was surrounded by a thick mist and had a sense of being lifted every so slightly and moved forward. I was told to close my eyes and not open them until I was told. I had just closed my eyes when a whisper in my ear told me it was time to open them. I stood on a hill overlooking a city built into the hills. Waterfalls splashed in terraced pools down to a slow-flowing, crystal-clear river. I looked over and Morning Star was next to me. As if reading my mind he assured me this was not heaven. He was forbidden entry there at any time, for any reason. What stood before me was incredible, in fact, bewildered me…this was hell. Nothing prepared me for what was now before me.
Every fiber of my body was conflicted. This was beautiful beyond imagining! As we moved closer to the “city” it was like the villages elves built…every house exquisitely crafted. As we walked on people would pass reaching out, caressing me in a casual but remotely sensual way. We stopped and sat at a table on a plateau above the river with a nearby waterfall fed by a small stream. There was the soft tinkle of the waterfall and a light mist cooling us as tea was served by the most attractive woman I had ever seen. As she placed the teapot and cups on the table her robe fell open exposing her naked breasts. She caressed me and smiled in a manner that left no doubt she would provide anything I want…anything.
Morning Star poured my tea and asked if I needed anything else…I must say his tone was most suggestive. He made it very clear that no request was beyond his ability to provide. Gazing at the surroundings he draped his arm around my shoulder telling me that hell was not what it was made out to be in my earthly existence and inquired about my “needs” once again. Our waitress stood nearby her diaphanous gown revealing a near-perfect form. Certainly a woman beyond my reach in real life. As if reading my thoughts she lowered one side of her robe exposing a full breast tipped with an erect pink nipple which she slowly rolled between her forefinger and thumb. Morning Star reached under the table running his hand up my leg grasping my already firm penis, slowly stroking it. With a snap of his fingers, I was laying naked in bed with the waitress laying on one side and Morning Star on the other. I had never considered being with a man yet his light brown, muscled body was strangely enticing to me. He held my penis as if it was an offering to the waitress who took the head in her mouth as her tongue circled it. Morningstar leaned over at first flicking my nipple with what appeared to be his forked tongue sending waves of sensuality throughout my body. The waitress had moved between my legs and was pushing my sex deep into her throat, pumping at what becoming a strident pace. In the meantime, I felt a finger gently circling my puckered bottom. At first startled, but as it gently probed my tight hole, complimented by the oral attention my arousal began its ascent.
The bed shook and squeaked with the effects of the growing arousal, I sensed a change in Morning Star. His eyes were closed in apparent pleasure but his finger on my anus seemed to grow rounder with its nail getting thicker and sharper as it attempted to penetrate my nether region. My concern grew as I thought I saw something swish through sheets behind Morningstar. The waitress I was caressing morphed and was not the one from the tea…it was Lilith, the Babylonian demon. In a single moment, I went from lust to absolute terror. I felt a large clawed hand grasp my throat and then in a deep growl a voice said, ”This is hell my curious boy.”. Morning Star had transformed from the courtly gentleman to the savage beast kneeling before me holding his dripping dark red member in his taloned hand.
Lilith leaned forward now sucking his cock as her head was slammed hard on it. I rolled to the side of the bed attempting to move away to escape as the two beasts roared clashing together on the bed. The sound was like two ferocious beasts mating. As I slide to the edge of the bed Morning Star’s heavy tail swished from beneath the blankets rasping across my back. The blow knocked me to the floor leaving a bloody mark as if a large piece of sandpaper had been scraped across my back. The two creatures were in a violent sexual union, the bed had collapsed from the sheer velocity of activity. The screams were visceral, a combination of profanity and unimaginable noises.
I crawled, then rose to my feet, escaping from the room. I had no idea how to escape but ran in the direction I thought I had come from. In my mind my only thought was,
“Oh God help me!”. It was only an exclamation not consciously a plea for God’s help.
In a moment I was once again engulfed in a thick mist. Scrambling, I searched for a direction out, then suddenly I found myself standing by the fire in my house, the two wing chairs still by the hearth. I gasped with a heart-stopping fear…there was someone sitting in one of the chairs. Could it be..?
