Chapter Four: Corruption of an Angel:

It all just happened so fast.

I remember it starting with me visiting that garden every day. Bayu didn’t mind me around. At first, she didn’t say anything when I came up to the golden iron gates. She would just let me in, no questions asked. I guess she thought I was here for the roses. Well, that was partly true. In the beginning, at least.

I am not sure of father’s stance on angels in relationships. He didn’t say anything about it, but he didn’t look to happy at times. It’s so hard to know what goes on in his mind sometimes. Anyway, back to Bayu and I.

My attention gradually shifted from the roses to her. Something about those flowers couldn’t compete with her.

“Do you get out often?” I asked.

“No,” she said.

“Why not?”

“What is there to see?”

Her question threw me for a loop. Heaven was a vast place and grew every day. I kept finding different places to look around. Every time I looked, I found something new. But the way she made it sound…

“Why do you say that?” I asked.

“I saw him make it,” Bayu said. I had a confused look on my face.

“But how?” I asked. “Father never lets anyone see him work.” She giggled.

“He’s let me see it,” she said.

“How?” I watched her dance about as she giggled.

“He sat me on his shoulder and created this home for us.”

“You’re making that up.”

Bayu stared at me blankly. “Making… that… up?” I raised my eyebrow.

“You don’t get out much, do you?” I asked.

“No…” she said. I can’t really say what came over me at that point. My eyes trailed down to her lips. Now, this was about the time when Eve was created. Even she and Adam didn’t know about sex. None of us really did. That wasn’t really a top property of father’s in the beginning. I don’t know why or how this happened. I stared at her blankly as Bayu’s pretty little face.

“Lucifer?” she asked. “Are you okay? Hello? Hello?” I leaned forward and pressed my lips against hers. I don’t know how long I stayed there, but she tasted like strawberries. She didn’t try to push me off. I think it was because I caught her off-guard. (I wasn’t as smooth as I was now. That would come way later in the story.)

When I pulled away, she just looked at me.

“What was that?” Bayu asked.

“I don’t know,” I said, shaking my head. Her cheeks turned bright red.

“Um… can we do it again?” she asked.

“You mean the…?” I began to ask. Bayu slowly nodded.

“O… Okay…” she said. I leaned in and pressed my lips against hers again. She slowly put her arms around me. This time, I felt myself melting into her. Something inside of me felt a bit dirty about doing this. Maybe we shouldn’t do something like this. But, we couldn’t stop. It felt strangely… good.

When I pulled away, Bayu had a dreamy look in her eyes.

“Can we do it again?” she asked. “Please?”

“You sure?” I asked.

“Yes,” she said. I leaned in and pressed my lips against hers once more. Father later took credit for the “kiss”. But, this isn’t about him. This was our story. I don’t know how many times we “kissed”. Bayu kept asking for more. I was happy to comply. After about the twentieth kiss, I started at her, breathless.

“Would you like to come back to my room?” I asked. She stared me like I was father.

“Is… Is… Is that okay?” she asked.

“Yes,” I said. I held out my hand to her. Bayu hesitated at first, but then she took my hand. I ended up leading her out of that garden.