The Bet

DISCLAIMER: I would like to let everyone know THIS IS ALL FAKE!!! None of this is supposed to be taken as a true reflection upon any religion. IT’S NOT. It’s just something that I dreamed up that kind of stuck so I wrote about it okay. So please, NO ONE take offence to this story, I’m not saying this is anything true in any religion; it’s just a story. If you think you may take offence to statements against God, then please don’t read any further b/c I don’t want to make waves and I don’t want to make anyone mad. Thank you.

Now…for those of you who won’t take offence b/c you really don’t care. Thank you for choosing to read my writing. This is a fictitious story about a girl who was killed in her mother’s womb and therefore traded from heaven to hell b/c of a bet made at creation between God and Lucifer. ^^ Sounds like fun eh? There’s going to be sex, just not right off and all at once. It’ll be a slow build up so bare with me here. Anyway though, I look forward to reviews and lots of compliments and constructive criticism. ^^

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The Bet

There was never any feeling…just floating…drifting… and then a fall that lasted until the hours turned into days and the days into years and the darkness swallowed her down into its hot pits. She couldn’t remember light or her mother’s voice, but she knew it had been there and it had been sweet. As she remembered the caress of both she felt herself floating again, her age long fall at an end; she began as a babe in a blanket but now emerged a mature body of a young woman. The blanket only covered her breasts now and down to her slender naval and she felt, for some reason, a great deal of embarrassment for her nakedness. When she opened her eyes she drifted down to a cold stone floor, her legs folding uselessly beneath her until she sat; shivering and shaking in fear and cold with the blanket clutched to her nakedness. She looked about her dizzily, the room was larger than any space she had ever seen, and held various beds with naked people like her in them. All of them were sleeping. There was a hall leading out of said room, with door after door, bars along the window of each. A putrid smell reached her delicate nose and she turned her head to throw up, but nothing came out.

“The empty stomach of a babe knows no food to purge.”

The filthy, wormy voice of the man startled her and sickened her all at the same time. It wasn’t until she saw him that she tried to move away from him on useless legs. He wasn’t human at all… but the combination of man and beast. A tail whipped excitedly behind him, slender like a lizards, and great horns burst from the flesh of his forehead. His teeth were that of a cats almost…same for his eyes. But he smiled at her infant attempt to scuttle away and cover herself at the same time.

“The unused legs of a babe know no way to flee.”

Tears began to pour down her cheeks as the beast man moved towards her, smiling evilly at her. A loud banging of a door to her left made her jump and cry out sharply.

“Get to your duties Vels! You know you aren’t to disturb the Fallen Ones! Back with you!”

Vels hissed at his obvious superior and ran back the way he had come. When he was out of sight the greater one turned to her. She pressed her blanket hard to her chest and pulled at the fabric near her naval, trying to cover her pink sex. She wiped away her tears as she looked up to his height. He was much taller than Vels had been but he was a man and not a beast man.

“Be still child, let me remove your earthly bond.”

She flinched under his touch but he didn’t hurt her. He pressed a finger to her forehead and pulled a thin light from her skin to let it vanish in the air. It frightened her, but it was then that she saw his wings. His large beautiful white wings.

“I am Gadrien, keeper of the Fallen Ones. I will be your master for the time being, do you understand?”

She furrowed her brow and nodded slowly, she understood. But where was she, and what was he? What was all this?

“Do you have a name or were you taken before your birth?”

“Taken?”

He sighed as if greatly agitated and tired. He rubbed his face with a hand and explained.

“Yes taken, you’re dead. Now, do you remember a life, did you have a name?”

She thought a moment and shook her head.

“I remember a red light all around me…and floating…a deep voice…and a thump thump thump right over me.”

He nodded as if satisfied and thought a moment.

“Your name will be Suri. Come now Suri you must learn to walk.”

He offered her his hand and she took it gratefully if not shyly.

“Okay.”

“Yes, Master.”

He corrected her as he pulled her up and the lash took her aback. He noticed her recoil immediately and tried to correct his mistake.

“All those above you, you must address as Master. And since you are a Fallen One, all those you meet consider above you.”

He paused a moment to give her time to absorb it, for new Fallen Ones were slow to learn at least for a day or two. Their bodies grew during their fall from grace but their minds grew slower.

“Yes, Master.”

He smiled his approval of her response and continued as he helped her walk. She was a beautiful specimen…it was a shame she was killed in the womb. She had pert full breasts and such a slender body and her dark auburn hair fell down her back tickling her bare skin sending goose bumps all over her body, and her pretty pink sex was completely untouched. He pulled his eyes away from her for his own safety.

“When met with a Master always bow your head and smile. Do not speak unless spoken to, and do not look upon them. Always avert your eyes to their feet or to the ground. Do you understand?”

She nodded and thought a moment.

“May I speak freely Master?”

He nodded to her, she was a fast learner, and it would do her well to keep her pace up.

“You may Suri.”

“What am I?”

He blinked at her as he left her a moment to unlock her chamber door and lead her inside. She walked then on her own to the bed and sat, not so preoccupied with her nakedness now and more confident on her feet.

“You are a Fallen One. A Fallen One is an innocent given to hell because they were killed at innocence by a sin.”

Tears welled up in her eyes but she continued with her seeking of answers.

“Why would God do that to us?”

He felt terrible; no Fallen had ever asked these things of him. Most of them didn’t even speak their first few nights. But this one, she spoke and listened and obeyed and asked questions. And even made him want to hold her and comfort her in her pain. She just didn’t understand.

“It was a deal Suri, made when Lucifer fell from grace and into Hell. We would gain all the innocents killed by sin, and heaven would gain all the sinners beaten by innocence. Needless to say, His Grace gets less Risen Ones than Hell gets Fallen Ones.”

Tears fell down her cheeks now, why did she hurt so much; she was thrown away from the greatest force in the world because she was innocent.

“But why Master Gadrien?”

It was too much to hear her say his name; he swallowed the lump in his throat for her and sat beside her on the bed. His voice lowered deeply and held much contempt.

“Because the two greatest powers in the world are cruel creatures Suri. This is a game. It’s all a game, and the man with the most pawns when the world ends wins. We are all trapped on this fucking chessboard, the living and the dead, and each day the sides make moves. They cut each other down on earth and they sort out the pawns through death. And once we’re here, we’re still part of the game. They count heads every day and every night, they count heads and find out who is winning and who is losing so they know how hard to play the next day. It’s best not to ask why God has done this to you Suri, it’s better to keep silent and keep low and only ask ‘can I help you Master?’.”

She was crying freely now, the sorrow and pain inside her that she never got to feel in life poured out of her at his words and he took his leave.

“There’s clothes in the dresser across the room for you. We’ll talk more tomorrow.”

He closed the door to her chamber and locked it quickly. She could hear his soft steps as he disappeared down the hall, his feet hastening to leave her sobs behind him. He didn’t know why he hated her tears so much, he wanted to wipe them away and pull her close and chase away her pains. But the Keeper of the Fallen Ones could not interact with his Fallen in such a way; the Keeper was always alone and distant. No one could love the traitor angel who severed innocents from their bonds. Once out of hearing of Suri’s tears he quickly fetched Vels. The strange beast lacking in whit sang out familiar clips of words.

“The heart of a babe knows no comfort to stop the weeping.”

He ignored his words and waved for him to come near as he sat at his desk and wrote on aged parchment. He dripped wax onto the paper and pressed his seal into the drying liquid.

“Take this to Master Drakus quickly, tell him I found the centerpiece for his auction.”

Vels smiled and bowed frantically as he scuttled away to the door laughing, his words screeching along the walls in his exit.

“The innocence of a babe knows no safety amongst the wolves!”


Fin: ta da! Chapter one. Okay, now, when i get responses about if it's crap or gold i'll either stop or write more. So let me know what you all think!