O’liv’et stood at the edge of the chasm and gazed out at the wall of crystal blue sky that stretched as far as the eye could see. Somewhere behind that beautiful sky was Heaven. Removing her helmet, she reached out with her senses, searching for a weakness. Of course, there was none.
It’d been a long time since she’d seen Lucifer. He was more beautiful than she remembered. His long hair shimmered like spun gold. His eyes were a pair of sparkling sapphires, yet their beauty couldn’t hide the deadly anger that hung in their depths. His face glowed with a false innocence that tugged at her senses and sent ripples of warning across her skin that she desperately wanted to ignore. Lucifer’s physical form was every inch as muscular as Michael, the leader of the Archangels, God’s greatest warrior. Yet Lucifer’s sinewy muscles appeared unnaturally hard as if made of living stone. His stature was tall and proud. Dressed in a classic black tuxedo and stark white shirt. He moved toward her with the grace of a young lion sneaking up on its prey.
Lucifer’s most significant feature was his wings. They shimmered behind him like fluid prisms of glistening color on an artist palette. They transformed with his slightest change of mood. Currently, they were crystal clear shimmers of light.
“What... are you doing here?” O’liv’et stammered, her heart pounding.
Satan smiled sweetly, “I’ve come to watch you taunt God with your beauty. Isn’t that why you’re here? To show Him the one thing I possess that He shall never have?”
“I was searching for a weakness in the sky wall,” O’liv’et answered, she knew better than to lie.
“And?” He asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Nothing,” O’liv’et shrugged.
She tossed her sword to the ground at her feet and whispered, “You’re all-knowing, all-seeing, so give me a break! My sins are forever written in your heart. I offer no more excuses. What I’ve done is unforgivable,” she fell to her knees. “Still, I ask you, my one true God, Maker of Heaven and Earth, Father. Please show me the path to redemption so that I may return to my rightful place at your side.”
The air began to churn around her. She sprang to her feet. A vision flashed across the sky before her. It was a young man with steely muscles and dark, chiseled features. He stretched out his hand toward her. The urgency on his face was compelling. But the love in his eyes struck her like a sledgehammer to the chest. She staggered backward as the wind whispered his name. O’liv’et’s breath caught in her throat. For one brief moment, she forgot to breathe.
Suddenly everything became clear.
O’liv’et snatched up her sword and pulled on her helmet. She spun to face the fiery pit of hell and froze. Lucifer was sauntering up the hill toward her. No, he wasn’t Lucifer any more, he was Satan having taken the form of his ancient angelic visage.
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