I wrote this a very long time ago. When I was around 13 or 14 years old. At that time, I was very interested in religion, their views, beliefs, contradictions, controversies and scandals. This small start of a story definitely reflects that time in my life. I hope you enjoy (and forgive any errors...I was young after all!)
Making Love To Satan
By Lewna Tsuki
Introduction:
For
thousands of years, prophesies through the divine interventions, old
written texts, along with the writings of the bible, and the
foretellings of the church; it has been said that Satan will descend
from hell to walk upon the earth to claim a queen who will bear him
his first and only mortal child. This child is said to become the
antichrist, who will walk upon the earth wreaking havoc on all who
fail to commit themselves to the worship of him and his parents. For
years these writings have been studied, memorized, and passed through
the generations of the church, so that when the foretold year should
arrive, all preparations needed to prevent hell from taking over
would be made, and all measures to stop the antichrist from being
born would be taken. It is in this fated year where our story
begins.......
Chapter
1
Sounds
of light footsteps were all that could be heard as four men walked
hurriedly and cautiously down the silent halls of the old cathedral.
They made haste to arrive at their destination, making sure that they
remained unseen. In the arms of the priest who led the other three,
were very old books that had been kept locked away for many years.
Only a select few were able to read what had been written in these
old books made of parchment, and tied together with strings. Of these
few who read them, only four were told the meanings of what had been
written. They were written in a language that had been taught to
those of the higher status in the church. One of these four men had
been taught this forgotten language, and it was with the other three
that the future would be revealed in it's truth, and not as has been
spread throughout the world. These books contained the missing
chapters of the bible.
Through
these dim halls,with doors that opened to candle lit rooms, which
held secret entrances to passages of long forgotten corridors, the
four priests held their breath in fear of being heard. Sweat lined
their foreheads as they finally reached the last door. Behind it,
stood a room filled with dust and walls that let in no light. The
high priest fumbled in his pocket until he pulled out the rusted key
to the door. Placing the key in the lock, he turned it, resulting in
a click that echoed through the empty halls. The men flinched at the
unexpected noise, and followed the high priest in.
Yellow
candles that had once been white, were lit and placed into mounted
holders that surrounded the room on the walls. There were no
paintings, no lavish decorations or luxurious furniture, as was
throughout the rest of the church. The walls were not carved with
magnificent depictions of stories from the old testament, or new, and
there were no beautifully portrayed pictures of angels and saints
inlaid in glass. It was a cold, dark, deserted room, and the wind
blew in from an unknown source.
Laying
the books gently on the table, the high priest sat in one of the old
chairs that surrounded the only table in the room. To be precise,
this table and these chairs were the only furniture in the room. The
other three took their places as the high priest slowly paged through
the book until he had arrived at a small drawing of a cross, engulfed
in flames, located in the center. Looking up at his companions, the
first priest softly sighed. "This is where it all begins".
Staying in silence, the three looked at the priest in question. They
had no idea what was contained within the books, and were only told
that they must be present in order to learn the necessary actions to
prevent a disaster from overcoming the earth. So it was here that
they sat in wonder, impatiently waiting for their leader to speak
more.
"Brothers,
what I share with you are words that can send the world into a mass
of panic. The writings contained within these texts that I have here
with me, are writings that have been kept hidden and in secret from
those less qualified of receiving the knowledge that is contained
within. I trust you to keep in confidence all that will be read and
translated to you." The priest took a brief moment to catch his
breath, as he turned to the following page. There laid an extremely
detailed drawing that filled the two sides of the pages. It was a
depiction of Jesus who layed on an altar in a church consumed in
flames. His chest had been pierced with a cross, and it bore the
symbol of hell. Within the flames that consumed this church, drawings
of souls with faces of torment looked as if they were crying to the
heavens for help. At the top of the drawing were drawn dark gloomy
clouds. Jesus was dead. Their cries would never be answered.
The
men turned their faces from the drawing in disgust. "What is
this, and why is that drawing within a sacred text?" asked one,
"What does this all mean?", asked another. The third stood
there silently, staring at the drawing. "Please, sit back down.
All will be explained. This, is the revelations of the coming of
hell, foretold by Jesus himself. These are the lost gospels of
Lucifer."
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