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A Second Coming
CN: Eroticised Christian mythology. Faithful to scripture, written with love and respect, but almost certainly blasphemous.
Lucifer lies defeated, three days behind me. I know the victory is only temporary; I know he will return and the fight will continue. But today? Today there is a new covenant. Mankind shall be free.
As I walked through the valley of death, I brought forgiveness to the righteous damned,¹ those condemned to Hell before they could be redeemed by my blood. A second exodus has begun. A horde of souls follows me, their torment ended by my own.
Now, only two remain in bondage. The first two. The original sinners.
As I approach the lowest point of Hell, I sense their presence. I smell sweat and sex and desperation, hear tortured groans and the dull slap of flesh on flesh. Finally I see her, the temptress. Sprawled on all fours, her pendulous breasts swing wildly, nipples brushing the scorched earth. He kneels between her broad thighs, face set in grim determination, hips pistoning, slamming his cock into her, over and over again, as he has for three thousand years.
They are rutting like animals, but without pleasure or satisfaction. Neither is any nearer completion now than they were at the hour of their death. My Father condemned them to fuck until kingdom come without ever coming themselves.
