Forgive Us Our Trespasses

E. Tara Scurry
a novella

Excerpt #1:

“…Today is a special day.”

“Oh?” he grinned, tucking his wispy hair behind his ears. He still clung to his lover.

“We’ve won and had Jesus crucified. He’s dying and he’ll be here shortly. He’s ours now. You’ll have a lot to write about tonight.”

“Jesus? How could God let it happen?”

“Let it? It was our doing and our victory.”

“Do you mean to torment him?”

“No, that’s not my duty. Satan will give me his keys and I’m to reinforce the prisons and increase security just in case he tries any of his fancy tricks. He’ll see to Jesus’ torture if that’s what he means to do. Even some of us down here are afraid of him.”

“Are you?” he whispered.

his eyes flickered like the moon peeking behind a swarm of clouds before his head tilted to the side as if he might throw his head back with laughter. “No, why should I be? He’s no more a son of God than we are. He’s even less so because he came through a penniless mortal chit. He wasn’t made from the pure spirit of God as we are. His human soul makes him weak! He’s on our turf now. He’ll cry in our dungeon like he cried in Gethsethamy, but they’ll be no second death to end his tears! Jesus was his chosen one, but you see how God had him tortured! Torture has no place in love and that is why God is flawed, despite his power. Everyone of God’s faithful has been tortured in one way or another. He calls it ‘testing’, but he’s as sadistic and egotistic as Satan. As all of us down here. Where do you think Satan inherited it from? Where do you think Satan mastered it from? Who was Satan’s teacher of all things? Who is more like God than Satan? God’s every bit of a murder as we are.” His jaw clenched and he slowed his speech, jabbing his own chest with his finger. His eyes had grown dark. “But we don’t deny our truth by speaking of our evil with sweet words. So no, I have no fear of Jesus! With his withered human blood he is less of my brother than the lowest of angels! And if Satan tortures him, he will not tell him he loves him with every switch of the whip! We are the truth and God is the lie.”

Anael swallowed and took in a deep breath. He fought to suppress his urge to argue or speak of things that might anger him, instead he managed a voice not much more steady than a sputter. “I want to see him. See Jesus.”

He threw his head back and finally laughed. “When he comes then, I’ll take you to see him. But you can not touch him.”

“Why?”

“Just don’t. His soul reeks of God and like dye it sticks into you and doesn’t come off.”

Love. War. Forgiveness. Peace.

When the Archangel Anael follows his lover into Hell during the rebellion, his world is literally turned upside down. Can love truly stand the test of time?

* Supernatural Fantasy *

Status: 1rst Draft Manuscript in process