My Heaven is Your Hell – short story

I got inspired by a tale in the Bible, the Fall of Man(Genesis 3:1-24) So I wrote a story story based on several events and made my own version of Adam and Eve, told through the eyes of the serpent.

I also added the present with the Serpent as a young boy, where he seems to relive the event.

P.S. It’s an extremely abstract story. I’ll explain the meanings to you later. If the snake pisses you off, then don’t read it.

Rated PG -13 (strong language)  

[Angelic realm - the 6th day of the Seven Days]  

I sit here, motionless, breathless, careless, empty, inhuman. You sit there, panting, your crystal eyes sparkling as you gaze down upon earth in complete awe.

We see the earthy lands, the blue waters…the animals prancing joyfully. But I’m up to something.  

I gaze with you. “Looking for something, Gabriel?” 

Then we see her. The softness of the her blissful face, slight dimples on her rosy cheeks whenever she smiles.  

A smile, the way to express happiness, joy and bliss. No reason to hide that feeling.  A feeling, that is something I’m not sure about. What kind of a wonder is that? To feel, to have the passion, to soak in a sensation, to react to such things. 

Pangs of guilt bring another broad grin on my lips. It’s almost funny to think of what I am about to do to them. 

“Beware, Lucifer.“ You say to me, holding your crystal eyes half-open at me. You do not feel at ease with my presence. “Do not underestimate the complexity of their minds. They are genius, intelligent. But I can see the future dallying on the horizon. What you are about to do, shall be remembered. You will be remembered as the wicked angel who rebelled against Him.Yes, I can see it.”

 

“What else do you see?”

“Hatred, revolutions, blood and a cross. And loathing. And many, many more.”

“Does He loath me then?” I ask. A cold smile frozen my lips. But it feels like having another feather yanked out of my wings. Such hurt only oozes a rich trail of black tar out of the cut of my wing. Hurt. Yes, I know that word. Is that a feeling?  

Perhaps.

These are the only so-called feelings I can feel. Bliss and joy are beyond my grasp.  

I exhale a deep sigh, that freezes your face. “I’m beginning to realize that He does not answer my questions anymore.”

 “He cannot give you an answer if you do not listen.” 

“I do listen.” 

“Then try to hear instead of listening.”

I walk to the edge of a cloud to peek at her once again. But I see him now, the curves of his muscular body, his brown curls falling over his forehead, the intensity in his eyes. Hello, Adam.

“What about Michael?” you ask me, your expression changing. “As conflicts arose, things will get worse for you.” 

“This is meant to be, I have no other choice. Don’t be troubled, Gabriel, He has His own plans for me.”

——————–

 [The Garden – time: unknown ]

I creep through Eden’s Garden, now feeling my skin as smooth as a snake’s. She stands here in blissful ignorance. 

Hello, Eve. She looks up, her gaze piercing through my marble eyes. 

“Has God indeed said, ‘You shall not eat of every tree of the garden’?” I say. 

But my mind is vexing me. My initial fall, let it happen sooner…please don’t let me do this – I don’t care what You’d do to me. Cast me out.  I am willing to flee.

A black tear leaves a trail on my cheek. Do it, serpent! I tell myself. Let her eat the fruit from the tree in the midst of the garden! Make her!  

Eve tells me that God has said that they shall not eat the fruit, nor shall they touch it, or else they die. 

“You will not surely die.” I say. “For God knows that in the day you eat of it your eyes will be opened, and you will be like God, knowing good and evil.” 

And she eats. 

Your turn, Adam. I dare you.

 ———-

[Somewhere on this Goddamned earth - Present]

Thou shalt not kill this time….? 

“I can’t do this.” She had the gleaming knife in her hand, twisting it in circles. “I don’t want to cut him open.” 

I peered over the black rims of my glasses. 

The frog yelped another helpless plea, and I suddenly felt sorry for it. It was still alive. The same old story. Gabriel was right, there had been blood. It looks like mankind thinks he is the greatest creature of the world, as if he could do anything, as if he has the right to do anything. So Invicible. So Powerful.  

So pathetic. 

“It’s just a frog.” I said to Eva. Just. Yes. It sounded so wrong. “I’ll do it if you don’t want to.” I reached for the knife in her hand. 

“Fuck off!” Eva screamed at me. That was unexpected. Eva never cursed. I saw that angry vein on her gleaming forehead, and I knew she was not like any other human being.

I pushed my glasses back up to the bridge of my nose.

 

[Somwhere between Hell and Heaven - Present] 

Boom.

 My body’s reaction was fast, sharp, filled with eletric shocks. My hightened senses sharpened even more.  

Boom again.

This time I also heard screams mixing into the chaos. It came from far, far away, where the guns were raging, where the breaths of man came out in sharp, raspy exhalations. 

My boney hands reached for my horns. Still there, the same old pair of heavy horns on my head. I sighed as I listened to the raging wars of mankind. I pushed on my pillow and rested my head on it, glancing at the clock. Midnight. 

I ask You now, can’t we just go back to the start and disable their obsession with fighting? Let me rewind time, back to the Seven Days. We can start all over again, God, I know we can. 

——————-

[Somewhere on this Goddamned earth – Present]

“Luke!” Eva called me. I could see her slender body flying towards me. 

“Listen,” she began, “I’m sorry about last time, how I yelled at you about the frog. I should’ve done it, you know how important it is for biology class— ” 

“—to slice open a frog to see its insides, or perhaps its soul.” I said bitterly. “You were right in the first place, we shouldn’t have done it.” 

“But Luke—“ 

“No buts, you should listen to your conscience sometime. Fuck biology class.” 

“I thought you said—“ 

“No! I didn’t want to do it either, I just…” I felt my stomach swirling in my body. “Eva, just don’t ever listen to my suggestions again.” 

“Why?” Eva came closer to me. The softness of the her blissful face, slight dimples on her rosy cheeks whenever she smiles. My eyes watered at the sight of her. 

 “Because…I’m bad.” 

God? I’m hearing now. Tell me what I should do.

Explanation(if you were like “WTF?!” after the story)

PS. I’m not a Christian, so I’m simply dealing with fiction here.

The main-character::Yes, as you might notice, the one who’s telling the story IS Lucifer himself. And in case it’s not clear yet, he was an angel until he temped mankind to eat the fruit. But it does not necessary mean that he’s evil. You can say he’s just confused by his purpose as an angel.

Gabriel and Michael, who??:: The other two archangels. Gabriel was the one Lucifer was talking to in the first paragraph. Lucifer is not really fond of Michael though.

The serpent/Lucifer seems to have feelings for Eve, wtf?!:: Ahum, it’s fiction. I’ve read some stories about that matter on the net. And maybe he has feelings for her, but then what? There’s nothing wrong with love. O___o

The Present:: Lets’ say that he’s living in the present and notices that Gabriel was indeed right about mankind. Eva, the girl in the present is a kind of an Eve to the main-character. I’m not going to explain about the frog since I’ll let you figure it out…I’m dead tired now. -____-

~ by maddogling14 on March 31, 2007.