REAL FAITH.
I kneel. Because that's what sinners might do. Who repents, is going to be forgiven for their sins. But I don't believe that there might be a God who will forgive such macabre sins.
Still, I kneel.
"Kiss my ring, if you really must." is uttered in the middle of nothingness.
My ears tingle and are awakened by his words, but I keep my head down and my eyes shut.
"Do you fancy me approaching you and forcing you to submit to me? Or perhaps, you'll advance willingly crawling like a youngster, so you can drag with your knees and flesh all of your sins through the soil?", he inquires out of me.
That's when my head instinctively lifts up, because she recognizes this engaging voice.
He's tall. Towering over me as if he has ascended from the skies, directly to intimidate the sins out of me.
He's beautiful, that's what he really is. And this truly terrifies me, because he's got a dark aura, that makes me think of the Underworld sending him to torment me forever.
He must be the punishment.
"Why so quiet, Venus, child of Hades and Hecate? Or do you prefer me to call your ancestors here?", he declares.
I am looking straight to his soul, because that is what my mind is trained to do.
Shaking my head, I crawl to his feet meanwhile my eyes cast down and my soul forces me to keep my head down, also.
"Ah, darling. I knew you'd approach me this way." , he chuckles, while lifting up my head with his right hand.
My limbs tremble from his touch. This body recognizes everything of his. Even the aura.
I can't look at him without thinking of any resemblances. It looks like my soul and mind don't want me to remember.
"What have I sinned for such a gruesome being to be summoned in front of me?", is finally proclaimed by the lost soul that is I.
He smiles, satisfied with my imminence.
"You, my dear, are to be the spouse of the future King of all Gods, I.", he states, without really responding to my question.
"And, who might you be, future spouse?", I inquire with a soft voice, as if I'm scared to frighten the sauvage animal in front of me.
"Astraeus, son of Poseidon and Lilith." , he caresses my hair. His hand goes slowly to my neck, for him to cup it from the back and firmly hug it.
My body releases a suspire and aroma of pleasure from his touch.
But my mind with a huge delay tRuly realizes what he said to me. It screams in the inside from fear and torment but its body writhes of lust and old profound love for this dark God.
Pleasure. That's what I kneel for. That's what I seek forgiveness for.
Lust. That's what I shall be punished for.
Love. True feeling for a being you are eternally destined to live with and believe in.
Who am I kneeling to though? God or God?
