El pecado de un ángel y el amor de un demonio
— ¿Qué haces aquí, demonio?
La miró detenidamente a los ojos mientras una miríada de recuerdos empezaba a inundar su mente. La sensación que le producían aquellas memorias lo sumergía en un estado serpenteantes de sentimientos prohibidos y profanos.
La lujuria, el deseo, el amor y las ganas de poseer sexualmente al ángel, atraía al demonio más y más cerca de cometer actos corrompidos. Su mirada estaba llena de lascivia. Amaba al ángel, aunque entendía que ella sufriría gravemente las consecuencias de sus actos.
— Ssshhhhh, no digas nada, amor mío, lujurioso tormento mío, ángel mío. Déjate llevar por ese deseo que brota de ti por mí, y de mi por ti. Tú me impregnaste de ti, y en ti quedó la marca imborrable de un demonio. Ya no eres santo, y yo ya no soy tan maldita. Una vez el libre albedrio nos liberó de nuestras cadenas, y nos echó al lecho de las sensaciones carnales. ¿Crees que esto que sentimos, y que, además, ha surgido en ambos, no está permitido? ¿Acaso nuestros creadores no nos conocen mejor que nosotros mismos? Todos nuestros actos no están ocultos ante sus miradas. Tú me amas tanto o más de lo que yo te puedo amar.
— Ja, ja, ja. ¿Ves que ya no eres santo? Estas mintiendo. Y la mentira es el pecado más grande jamás cometido por un ángel.
El ángel, se tapó la boca con la mano. Estaba en shock, él no podía mentir y lo había hecho. Su mirada ensimismada por el horror de lo cometido lo hizo dar un paso atrás.
— Te engañas, amado mío. No es tu culpa, ni mía. - Bajó la mano del rostro ángel y la hizo descansar sobre el pecho. Tu corazón late igual al mío; al son de la pasión que mi presencia produce en ti. No soy tu enemiga y tú no eres mi adversario, al contrario, los dos ya somos uno. Porque mi corazón te pertenece, y del tuyo, soy su dueña. No te niegues a la felicidad, aunque esto signifique: sufrimiento.
Acto seguido, el demonio se abalanzó sobre el pecho de ángel y los labios de ambos se unieron en medio de una danza de desenfrenados deseos que se materializaban minuto a minuto.
Fín.
English version
The sin of an angel and the love of a devil
— What are you doing here, demon?
He looked her carefully in the eyes while a myriad of memories began to surge through his mind. The sensation produced by those memories submerged him in a meandering state of forbidden and profane feelings (an angel cannot feel, much less lustfully desire anyone, much less a demon). He constantly repeated to himself inside his being.
— I have only come to fulfill your desires, my angel. — The demon commented in a subtle and sensual voice, step after step slowly approaching.
Lust, desire, love and the desire to sexually possess the angel, drew the demon closer and closer to committing corrupt acts. His gaze was full of lasciviousness. He loved the angel, although he understood that she would suffer gravely the consequences of his actions.
— You know well that we should never see each other again.
— Ssshhhhh, say nothing, my love, my lustful torment, my angel. Let yourself be carried away by that desire that springs from you for me, and from me for you. You impregnated me with you, and in you remained the indelible mark of a demon. You are no longer holy, and I am no longer so cursed. Once free will freed us from our chains, and cast us into the bed of carnal sensations. Do you think that this which we feel, and which, moreover, has arisen in both of us, is not permitted? Do not our creators know us better than we know ourselves? All our acts are not hidden from their eyes. You love me as much or more than I can love you.
— Shut up! You speak only fallacies, you blatantly twist the mistakes of the past to bend the present and alter the future. I do not love you. An angel cannot love, least of all a demon.
— Ha, ha, ha, ha. See that you are no longer a saint? You are lying. And lying is the greatest sin ever committed by an angel.
The angel covered his mouth with his hand. He was in shock, he could not lie and he had done it. His gaze, engrossed by the horror of what he had committed, made him take a step back.
— My beautiful angel. — The demon placed his hand on the back of the angel's face. -We are both condemned to love each other and to suffer for that love. You know that you love me, even if you condemn yourself by saying that it is not so, but you also curse yourself if you accept it. In return, I give free rein to what I feel, and little by little I have realized that I cannot lie in your presence. I think you have made me a little more pure, don't you think? — A small smirk tugged at the demon's lips.
— You tricked me to achieve your terrible task. I was weak before you. I don't deserve existence. You have won this war without hurting my skin; you destroyed something much more valuable than my own life: obedience to my creator.
— You deceive yourself, my beloved. It is not your fault, nor mine. — He lowered his hand from the angel's face and rested it on his chest. — Your heart beats like mine; to the sound of the passion that my presence produces in you. I am not your enemy and you are not my adversary, on the contrary, the two of us are already one. Because my heart belongs to you, and yours, I am its owner. Do not refuse happiness, even if it means suffering.
Then, the demon pounced on the angel's chest and their lips joined in the middle of a dance of unbridled desires that materialized minute by minute.
End.
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