There are those who say that we are all God’s children. That the Blood of Christ released us from our sins. But, there are others that hold to the original sins. Temptations purchased for a copper, a penny, a fine golden coin. Even the priests bought and sold lies with the silver kisses of thieves; might cost you a stoning—ten pence for a whore.
Some have written that from a garden God created the first cast-off demon; a viper feigned in the guise of a woman. Her kisses, once given, led to eternal damnation. And, from one sacred garden to our Christ’s last temptation, a kiss by the wicked brought about mankind’s salvation. Bought and paid for by greed, perhaps even envy—all impugnable transgressions.
But when is a kiss just a kiss in the game of redemption? What price does a man pay for the ultimate betrayal? Is the cost greater than the price of his soul?
My name is Faith Savage. When dealing with matters of faith, God, religion and demons, I’ve found there are no easy answers. I’ve stumbled my way through Hell’s treacherous dark byways seeking God, and the answers to these and many other questions. I’ve learned that nothing is as it seems when dealing with demons and Angels. And sometimes, love and faith just creates another way to burn.
Barry has the softest, bluest eyes you’ve ever seen. His hair is this warm, sandy blond that hangs in easy waves to his shoulders, and he usually sports this semi-beard that’s a bit dusty like his hair. He has this settled, comfortableness about him that just puts you at ease when you’re with him. But Barry has secrets. Big ones. Huge colossal secrets that have to do with the big kahuna Angel war that happened in Heaven. God and his own brethren booted him out of all that splendor because of it.
And now, he’s seeking his own redemption. But he has yet to share the details of his eviction and his fall from grace.
Oh, he keeps saying that he’ll tell me, but he hasn’t yet. And, since our first meeting I’ve had multiple run-ins with several demons...Salvitor, to name one. Salvitor is one of the gatekeepers of Hell. Lucifer’s Henchman, if you will.
Most recently however, I was completely and utterly seduced by Death, or Samuel as prefers to be called. I’ve also had my own run-ins with a few of the Lord’s Warriors, Rafael and Michael.
I’m not entirely certain why, but there seems to be another angelic war brewing here on earth and the fallen angel, Samuel, has none-so-innocently advised me that I have been chosen to fill the Guff. The Guff is better known as the Hall of Souls. Some say that when the Guff is empty, Armageddon will occur and our Christ will return.
However—according to Samuel—if I don’t do it with an Angel, then the demons will take me, force themselves on me and fill me with their demon-seed in a bid to populate the earth with demon-spawn and take over all of the souls of mankind, therefore filling the Guff with souls of the damned. Personally, that option doesn’t sound very appealing to me, since I’m one of those souls. And damned, well, let’s just say I’ve been to Hell once already and didn’t enjoy the visit. Scenery wasn’t very nice, either.
So, at this point in the game, it’s not a very difficult decision to make—Angels or Demons. Hello? Do you really have to ask? Besides, it’s not as if I can just pick up the phone and say, Hey, God. What’s the right decision to make? Do you want me to lay with an Angel? Is that what you want me to do? Some days all you’re left with is a wing, a prayer and a whole lot of blind faith.