Fall from Grace
She was the penultimate of divinity, shining brighter than any before or after. She’d devoted herself to goodness and light, never straying from the path. She was richly rewarded for her sacrifices, but she’d been asked to teach and guide troubled souls and bring them back on the journey she’d so deftly walked.
She’d agreed without hesitation, her heart open to the chance to share the love, light, and peace she so enjoyed. She was confident in the skills she possessed, and walked from paradise with her head held high. Once again, she’d return triumphant.
After so much peace and light, the world was dark, cold, and dangerous, but she kept peace in her heart and set forth to lend her hand to those most in need of only the help she was able to give.
Sometimes all it took was a kind word, a smile, or shoulder to cry on. She was thrilled at these little successes, but she needed–wanted–more. She knew that those who sent her would be expecting more from her as well.
She saw him hunched in the corner, making unsavory deals on the streets, and encouraging debauchery wherever he passed. She knew he was the reason she’d been sent, and he truly would be a crowing success.
She approached him in a seedy dive-bar, and settled across from him at the grimy, beaten table, and pasted her warmest most open smile on her face, even though her surroundings made her feel cold and slimy.
She’d planned to simply introduce herself, to lend an ear to his troubles, and to begin pulling him to a brighter path, but things did not come to pass as she’d planned.
His dark eyes entranced her, his warm voice reassured her of things she didn’t even realize she’d been missing. Her mission fled her mind, and all she wanted was to be closer to him.
Hours turned to days. Days turned weeks, and she was captured with no longing for escape.
All those years she was good, pure, light, and open. The sins of the flesh forbidden, joy, and pride renounced. She was so proud of the life she’d led, but now it seemed so lifeless and dull.
What she’d found satisfied her so much more.
She was wicked, sinful, and the furthest from what she’d been. This was her most dismal failure and most brilliant success.
There was no going back, and she wasn’t certain she’d even want to.
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