Forgive Us Our Trespasses

Writing Forgive Us Our Trespasses has been one of the most personally challenging and bold creative journey’s I've ever taken. Whenever I look back and read what I"ve written, I'm shocked; in a good way. Forgive Us Our Trespasses is forming into two Novellas or one novel with two "books" or parts. We shall see! I have a burning feeling that this novella is going to push a lot of buttons. Let the pushing begin!

Draft Excerpt:

“We’ve won and is 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. Lucifer will give me the keys and I’ll reinforce the prison in case he tries any of his fancy tricks.”

“Are you afraid of him? ” 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’ll cry in our dungeon like he cried in Gethsethamy, but they’ll be no second death to end his whining. 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. 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 Lucifer. As me; as you. Where do you think Lucifer inherited it from? 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. “I want to see him. See Jesus.” he said.

Kakabel threw his head back and 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?

* Paranormal/Angel Fantasy *

Status: 1rst Draft Manuscript in process