“When we first came down to earth,” Maleck says. “It was for the women. We were content at first to watch. But the more we looked the more the seeds of desire were nurtured. It was Lucifer’s idea to take the form of man, even though it was strictly forbidden. I still remember how it was for us. Every taste, every touch, every sensation, it was all a marvel. Do you remember that?”
“No,” I say and that small movement gives me the tiniest of nicks. It burns like fire, like the edge was dipped in poison. My eyes tear up and I try to pull away. Maleck holds me fast, smiling at my reaction.
“Sorry,” he says shrugging as if it were an accident. “Don’t remember that either? Huh…Well of course at the time we had no idea of the consequences of those simple little pleasures,” he continues with his story. “We couldn’t fathom our Father, the one who laid this great temptation before us, would turn his back on us, cast us out.”
“Do you have regrets?” I say even as the blade scrapes against my skin, causing me to wince.
“Regrets?” he says thoughtfully. “What an utterly useless emotion. I suppose I have regrets. But they are not the same regrets you are thinking. Ah, but I digress. For the longest time, for me, and for the others, there was no greater pleasure than making love to a woman. Being inside of her. It was the greatest wonder of all. I have since found something I enjoy even more.” He twists the blade, its sharp edge burying itself into muscle and scraping against bone. I grit my teeth against the pain. “I’ve discovered something much more intimate, a way to really get to know someone. And the screams, they are never faked.”
He slices the knife down my face, ending at my jaw line and then brings the blade to his mouth. “Mmmm, you taste delicious. Like bacon. Like a fucking fat spoiled pig.”
Excerpt from a “A Destruction of Angels”