Substantial silence held the throne-tower spellbound as the Host of Zion awaited the decision of the eon. Elion's throne glowed fiercely as His heart radiated tongues of non-scalding flames of love. Mini-lightning bolts trickled through the row of the bowed elders, past the bank of shielded Seraphs and brilliant Cherubs, down the endless ranks of angels raptured in eternal worship.
With their eyelids welded and their beings melded into
Elion's all seeing spirit, the Host of Zion beheld the woman and the serpent.
She was perfect and It was perfect. But It had been enveloped by the corrupt essences
of Luciff.
Gabriel had never seen Elion exude so much emotion at
once; this was a blend of love and jealousy and anger and pain and love again.
Elion was hurting. First from the loss of Luciff and a third of his host,
second from the bridge of the law of possession by Luciff, and third -- the
third had not happened -- yet.
Gabriel couldn't watch what everyone was gazing at,
the ongoing transaction at Earth's gateway into Zion; that picturesque
craftsmanship of nature and an opulent tapestry of beautiful emotions
translated into the physical - a garden named Eden. Eden wasn't just a physical
location; it was a realm of spiritual serenity and fulfilment. And just beyond
the tree of the knowledge of good and evil, which was at the heart of Eden,
stood the portal - a translucent flight of stairs that led up to the outskirts
of Zion.
Ad'ahm didn't even know this portal existed. Ad'ahm
had no inkling Zion was just a staircase away. He had never savoured from the
tree of life and death, if he had, his spirit would have received a revelation
of the portal. For Zion itself pulsated with Elion's life - and life calls unto
life.
***
Michael stood at the portal with his legion; weapons
drawn and glowing in glory. They had one mission only - sever the portal if
Ad'ahm failed this temptation. They trembled as the weapons quaked to the surge
of Elion's emotions.
***
The portal blazed fiercely in response to Elion's
emotions. Gabriel had his spirit affixed on Elion's veins; those emotions
swimming in there were strange to him. Indeed, the tangibility of Elion's hurt
transcended the physical, it defied the gamut of realms - the whole universe,
seen and unseen, could feel Elion's hurt. Not because he didn't have faith in
man, but because Luciff envied man so much he would defy Elion.
The Serpent offered the fruit again. The swirl of It's
neck and sultry skin knocked away every iota of resistance the woman had.
And the woman took it. She bit it.
"It's beautiful," she muttered in a medley
of melodious sensations, the rush of emotions choked her with ecstasy. She
turned to Ad'ahm. "You should take a bite," she whispered to him.
"You should," the Serpent echoed her
supplication. The man, still entranced by the splendour that Elion had given
him to wife, still asleep from the emotional slumber Elion had incited,
received the fruit from the woman.
Elion's instructions rang loudly in his consciousness,
"The day you taste of the tree of
good and evil, you will die."
However, his enchantment to Eve's exquisiteness drowned his will and all
he could hear was "it's beautiful."
To be continued...
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