Fall of Paradise

He stood at the gates for hours upon hours, beating it with his fist. He knocked and knocked, waiting for an answer, waiting to be let in. His fists turned red, his skin bruised and cracked. Each knock was harder than the last, but the gates refused to even take notice. He beat so hard that the bones of his little fingers were crushed and broken, and his skin was torn off his hands. Blood ran down his arms and filled the air with every punch, painting the gates, yet no one took notice. The rhythmical beat turned his hands into bloody pulps, but yet he kept beating at the gate. Even when the bone of his hand scratched at the gate when he knocked, he kept knocking. After days and days of knocking at the gates, he had nothing left to knock with. His fists had been reduced to protruding broken bones with lumps of flesh barely still hanging from muscle and tissue. 1

In his state, he was almost numb and almost without physical pain, but the pain inside was worse than ever. He'd said it so many times now, said and thought it, and he believed that he meant it; he loved the ones on the other side of the gate. He loved them with all of his heart, yet they didn't even notice him in his hours of despair. He found it all to much to cope with, he wanted to end it all again. He knew that such an action would lead to the great darkness, nothing but dark silence was to be found after a second death. But darkness was far better than this, being left alone and ignored by the ones you love, he was sure. He couldn't bear watching the gates anymore, those large wooden gates that separated him from paradise. He took the sharp bones protruding from the stumps at his arms, and slowly led them into the soft fabric of his eyes. They pierced the eyeballs with great ease, and he instantly lost his sight. He cried blood as he decided to push the bones further in than the eyes, beyond the eyes, to the place where it would make him perish forever. They had a hard time piercing the remaining flesh behind the eyes, and an even harder time to break the skull that separated them from his death. The bones scratched and screeched as they kept grinding against the skull, trying to break through. And then suddenly, with a small cracking sound, he fell forward to the sacred ground. His arms were against his face, the remains of his hands dug into his face, and through it. Blank liquid and blood followed small pieces of his brain out of his eye sockets, but he died with a smile on his face. He knew he'd never feel anything again, and it was better than the pain of not being loved.2

Every week, there was someone outside trying to get in, someone that didn't deserve a place in paradise. The huge gates were slowly opened, without a single sound, and an angel went outside to clean up. This time the angel was Jali. Jali had died as a human several hundred years ago, and wished to be reminded of the horrors outside, so she could go back in with even more passion and longing for her master and the sanctuary they all lived in. Her moist naked body looked so confident and graceful as she took a few steps outside of the giant gates, and saw the dead man outside. All Jali felt was disgust, there was no empathy or sympathy in her mind, the man had not been accepted, he had been a sinner. She had been given a small leather bag by her master, with instructions to pour the content over the body. She did as she had been told, and gently shook the bag upside down over the blood soaked body. As the white powder that filled the bag touched the flesh of the body, it started to dissolve. Broken down fast, fragments of skin and flesh started flying away from the body, never to be seen again. In just a few moments, the whole body was gone, and only the last flying pieces could be observed far away. Jali was glad to be done, she was pleased with her short journey, but longed to get back inside to feel the comfort of the sanctuary.3

Jali was about to step inside the large gates again, when she heard a faint sound coming from outside. Jali was curious, one of the most curious of her kind, and she was intrigued. She walked a couple of steps back, away from the gates again. She looked around, but there was no one there, no noisemaker. She was about to turn again, when she heard the sound again, barely audible still, but it had the distinct sound of being human. Jali wanted to find out what the sound had been, but decided to go back to paradise instead, to forget about the whole thing. But when Jali turned around, she was met by real surprise. Three men and two women stood between her and the gates to paradise. They were like the body she had disposed of, and not angels like her. They must have been hiding, Jali thought, playing their games.4

Jali wasn't afraid of the five, only curious as to how they managed to sneak up on her. Jali had long since forgotten how to be afraid, or how to read malicious intent in someones face. She walked towards them, with intent to walk past them and into paradise, closing the gates behind her. But one of the men brushed up against her, his ragged clothing felt strange on her skin, skin that hadn't touched clothing for hundreds of years. The man seemed to see her confused reaction, as he undressed before her, blocking her path. The four others joined him in a ring around Jali, and they all undressed. It was all so as to feel they were equals, Jali thought, though she found it obvious that sinners like themselves could never be her equal.5

Then came the first blow, the alpha male, the one in front of her, the biggest one, stuck her with an open palm. He struck her in the face, and Jali experienced an old feeling again for the first time in centuries, pain. A tear left her eye, a reaction to the blow, something unexpected. One of the women must have seen her reaction, cause she went to lick the tears from Jalis face. After licking her face, the woman starter licking Jalis lips, and then the inside of her mouth. The two mouths locked together, and the womans tongue started playing with Jalis tongue. At the same time, the womans hand reached for Jalis thigh, and worked its way to her genitals. Once there, the hand started rubbing Jali, up and down, again and again. And two of the fingers on the hand found their way inside her. Jali wanted to get away, the feelings in her mind were in rebellion, and she was losing sens of right and wrong, pain and pleasure. Jali just wanted back to the sanctuary, to paradise, but instead she was lowered to the ground, where the woman kept doing these things to Jali.6

Jali didn't see it, cause her eyes were closed and filled with tears, but many more had joined the first five sinners. There were almost a hundred of them now, all standing close to Jali and the woman on top of her. But they were all faced the other way, towards the open gates to paradise. This was it, the chance they'd been waiting for, the first and possibly last chance ever. They had long since decided that if such a thing should occur, they'd storm the haven. And so they did.7

Their screams and shouts sounded nothing short of animals to the angels that were disturbed and woken by the invaders. The invaders had guessed at what paradise would look like, but none could have guessed the real grandeur and perfectness of it all. But still, they followed their well laid plans. The angels were caught unprepared, and only a few of the angels put up a fight, only those who still remembered how to and why they should fight. One after one the angels were pushed to the ground and stomped on, or pulled into corners where they were caressed and abused by the intruders. Skin against skin, flesh against flesh, sin against divinity. For the first time ever, the streets of paradise were filled with blood, sweat and seamen. The sinners were quick to gouge out the eyes of those they felt had seen enough of paradise, or break their limbs to make them lie silently to watch the intrusion.8

It didn't take long before one of the sinners found Jalis master. The old man with the perfect face and the beautiful eyes. His smile would melt the hearts of the first sinners to approach him, and blind those who did not instantly become his slave. But too many of the sinners came at once, and most of them didn't see him anymore, and couldn't even feel his presence. He realized his faults, the councils decision to keep them out of paradise. The last thing he felt was an emotion he had never before felt. Regret. Soon, the other masters were also found, and dealt with similarly.9

Jali felt the downfall of her master as a knife through her heart. She could no longer feel the pain or the pleasure that was forced upon her by the woman on top of her. She was dying, and she knew it, soon she would go to the great darkness. The woman on top of her felt it too, and she removed her fingers and her tongue, and she let their lips come apart. And she smiled, the woman smiled, as Jali closed her eyes for the very last time.