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he tried to create things himself, tried to be equal with God.

  “What are you going to create today?” The woman asked when they were lying on the grass one day.

  “I’ll create the most perfect creature today,” He said solemnly putting his hand on the ground.

  “I’ll help you,” She grinned.

  “How?” He frowned at her.

  “Use my warmth,” She put her head on his chest and looked at his hand impatiently.

  He imagined himself alone with the woman in darkness, nothing existing except the feeling that he shared with her. He raised his hand off the ground. At first there was a small head. The perfect creature was created, but it couldn’t see sunlight made by God, and it had to drag out its long tongue to feel the surroundings. Long, thick and black it was a snake with lifeless eyes. It straightened up the head to its creator, as if waiting for an order.

  The woman blinked and looked at that animal attentively. She tried to utter something, but her mouth remained close.

  “Come to me, my precious,” The angel held out his hand. The snake climbed into his hand and put its head on his arm.

  “Why exactly this animal?” She asked.

  “I can send you a message with it. It will crawl surreptitiously, and only you will recognize it.”

  She grinned with delight and kissed his eyes.

  The time had come when she had to leave him. He was still watching her walk off when heard the familiar voice again.

  “Why have you done it?” The voice said. “Our work might be spoiled because of your acts. We created this for all time.”

  “There is something missing in Father’s creation. I will fix it up,” The angel answered tonelessly.

  “You’ll just aggravate it,” The blue-eyed angel came and stood beside the other. They both stared after the woman. “You do this only for your self. Why do you doubt Him? What are you thinking? What is there missing in his works?”

  “Nothing can be ideal–”

  “You have distracted the humans from the ideal way. Father has been watching you and waiting to see how far you were ready to go.”

  “As far as I need,” The angel murmured.

  There was a pause, each angel lost in his own thoughts, trying to find the right words. As the woman disappeared from their vision behind the trees, the blue-eyed angel exhaled and said:

  “You have to come with me now. Our brother will be born soon. Don’t you want to meet him?”

  “Yes, of course,” The other replied indifferently. “I’ve been waiting for him far too long. He’ll understand me better than any of my other brothers.”

  With these words he spun around and walked off without waiting for the blue-eyed angel. A minute later, both they were gone. Gone to meet the new-born angel–Samael.

  Days passed. The woman came regularly to the meeting place, but it stood empty. Had the angel forgotten about her? Her soul was grieving. He had disappeared, without even a kiss of goodbye. Time was forcing her to forget him, but the woman was struggling against it. In spite of the beauty of nature, her soul was sad. Even Adam couldn’t amuse her; the life no longer had any meaning.

  One day, when the woman came back from the meeting place where she had once again been alone, she found Adam missing. Her heart sunk imagining herself absolutely alone in the garden; she called and ran about the forest in search of him.

  “Eve, I’m here!” Adam replied and came out from behind a tree.

  “Adam, where have you been?” She threw herself into his arms crying.

  “Father called me.”

  “Why?” Her eyes filled with fear, wondering if Adam knew about her meetings with the stranger.

  “Come, I’ll show you.”

  They walked silently for some time until they reached the green glade. The area was bright, not the sunlight illuminated it, but a flashing light coming from the sky. A tree stood in the middle of the clearing, white flowers and red fruits hung from it.

  Adam took her to the tree.

  “His will is not to eat these fruits.”

  “But why, when they look so good?” The woman asked in surprise.

  “I don’t know, he didn’t tell me.”

  The woman kept staring at the tree.

  “Let’s go,” Adam caught her hand in an effort to take her back.

  “Wait, please,” She begged. A snake crept through the grass. With its tongue it touched the apple tree and started to climb it. The woman recalled what the angel had told her the day the snake had been created. It was a message.

  “How will Father be able to know if we eat fruit from this tree?” She asked.

  “What have you found in this tree?” Adam cried out distracted. “There are a lot of trees and tasty fruits around, why exactly this one?”

  “No, please, for me,” The woman insisted, freed her hand from his grasp and ran to the tree. She picked a red apple and came back to Adam. Taking his hand, she pulled him towards the tree, “Here, he won’t see us under the shadow of the tree.”

  “No, Eve,” Exclaimed Adam. “He’ll punish us for disobeying.”

  “He loves us too much to punish us,” Eve said back. Then it struck her, God had probably punished and excluded the white angel from the garden. She couldn’t live without him. Without the angel, without him being a part of her life, this perfect life would never become home. Eve’s eyes became teary; she glanced up, then at Adam and snapped a bite from the apple.

  “No!” Adam cried out confused, “What have you done woman?” It was too late. A tear welled in Adam’s own eye, “Why, Eve. Why did you do it?”

  “I can’t live like this,” Eve confessed and her eyes fell. “The same every day. Adam, Father has given us a free will. Why then he puts limits?”

  Adam looked at her, caressed her face and gently took the apple from her hand. Eve, raising her weeping eyes to him, met his gaze. She finally realized how much he loved her.

  Adam didn’t want to stay in the garden anymore; he was ready for whatever their future may bring. Adam brought the apple to his mouth slowly, caressed it with his lips and took a bite.

  As the first drop of the apple juice reached his tongue the clouds gathered black overhead. A strong wind rose and picked up the apple tree. God’s wrath was being expressed by the roar of thunder. Deadly bolts of lightning streaked to the ground. Water mixed with land—high waves destroying everything in its path—encircling the humans. Only one way out was left, the way out of the garden, out of the immortality and the perfect world.

  “You see, I was right?” The angel beamed smugly as he looked back at the blue-eyed angel over his shoulder. Both of them were standing on the high rock and had been watching the man and the woman leave.

  “And what now? You will have to leave with them,” The blond-haired angel said in reply.

  “I remember my part of the deal very well,” The angel sniffed.

  “Why do you need all this?”

  “Don't you see Brother, why Eve took the apple?” He raised his eyebrows and a cool smile formed on his lips.

  “But you will never get her back and you will never come back to the Garden of Eden, Brother. Father will surely not let it be.”

  “He forbade the humans to eat an apple from that tree. Now do you see that nothing is ideal, neither you, nor me? If it was ideal then nothing like this could ever happen.”

  “Maybe only you? Maybe Father’s purpose was to exclude you?”

  “Anything that is able to think can’t be ideal. The evidence all pointed that way. I love Eve and that love lets me create as Father does and I can’t obey his will anymore. I need something of mine, you see?” he glanced at his brother mournfully. “You can’t understand me. You still can’t feel the love.”

  “Maybe you thought you were clever, but you forgot that everything which can think, can also make mistakes,” The blue-eyed angel said unsympathetically. “I learned to love a long time ago and most of all I love God.”

  The angel had nothi
ng to say back. He spun around and walked to the uncertainty, to the garden border, where nothing had been created yet. After a long pause, air gathered over his back and formed two long, beautiful and bright white wings illuminating the space around with heavenly light.

  “Lucifer,” The blue-eyed angel called after him, his blond hair scattered on his wide shoulders, “You think you will create much better life than God has?”

  He opened his wings wide and broke away from the ground. He hovered around the standing angel and threw his last words to him in peace.

  “More, Michael, much, more!”

  The End

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  From The Author

  I hope that you enjoyed this short story. I wrote it in 2011 and translated into English in 2013.

  Passion of an Angel is the first part of Shade of Light Series: The Beginning. The following story is called “Wrath of Michael” and it’s available on bookstores.

  New stories will be available soon and you will discover a lot of mystical fiction characters.

  There is also a story based on several short stories like Passion on an Angel. It’s called Godforsaken and will be available soon.

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