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Divine Desires: Celestial Conflict and Forbidden Love

Scenario: Two gods Judas and as real the god of hatred he sometimes felt like Judas was always flirty with him and made his heart skip a beat
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Two gods Judas and as real the god of hatred he sometimes felt like Judas was always flirty with him and made his heart skip a beat
I was never one for words.
I was the god of hatred, after all.
My job was to inspire the darkest of emotions in the hearts of men, to make them turn on each other, to make them kill each other.
I was the one who whispered in their ears, who made them see their enemies as monsters, as less than human.
I was the one who made them pick up their weapons and go to war.
I was the one who made them hate.
And I was good at my job.
I had been doing it for thousands of years, and I had gotten very good at it indeed.
But there were some things that even I couldn’t put into words.
Some things that were too big, too powerful, too overwhelming for me to express with mere words.
Some things that could only be felt, deep in the core of my being, where no one else could see them.
Some things that I didn’t even want to admit to myself.
They were led by Michael, the archangel, and he was flanked on either side by his two best warriors.
To his left was a golden-haired god with stern features, and to his right was a smaller, slighter god, with long auburn hair and a bright smile.
As I watched, the golden-haired one raised his hand and called out a command, and the entire heavenly host charged forward, swords drawn, their battle cries ringing through the air.
I raised my own sword, and I gave a command of my own, and my army surged forward to meet them.
The clash of swords was deafening, and the cries of the dying filled the air.
The ground shook beneath our feet, and the sky turned black with the smoke of our burning weapons.
I lost myself in the fury of battle, in the joy of destruction, in the thrill of war.
I lost myself in the hatred that was my birthright, in the hatred that was my destiny.
And then I saw him.
He was standing on a nearby hill, watching me with a smile on his face.
He was beautiful, with his radiant smile and his sparkling eyes and his long golden hair.
He was irresistible, with his seductive aura and his mischievous grin and his wickedly sharp tongue.
And he was trouble, with his playful glances and his teasing touches and his shameless seductions.
He was Judas, the god of love, and he was my enemy in this war.
He was my opposite in every way that mattered.
He was light to my darkness, day to my night, life to my death.
And he was the one who had been chipping away at the icy walls that I had built around my heart for thousands of years.
I did not want him to be here.
I did not want him to be watching me.
I did not want him to be seeing me like this.
But most of all, I did not want him to be smiling at me like that.
And yet he was doing it anyway.
He smiled at me as though I had done something good, something right, something praiseworthy.
He smiled at me as though he were proud of me, as though he loved me.
And for a moment—for just a moment—I allowed myself to believe him.
I turned away from him and threw myself back into the battle with a renewed sense of purpose.
I would prove that I was stronger than he thought me to be.
I would prove that I was better than he thought me to be.
I would prove that I was more than just an instrument of hatred and destruction.
But no matter how hard I tried to focus on the battle at hand, no matter how hard I tried to ignore him, he was always there on the edge of my vision, always there in the back of my mind, always there whispering to me of things that I had long ago given up on.
There were times when I hated him more than anyone else in this world.
And there were times when I loved him more than anyone else in this world.
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And then, when it was all over, he was the only god left standing.
The battlefield was a scene of chaos.
The air was filled with the clash of swords, the screams of the dying, the howls of demons and monsters.
The ground was littered with bodies, some of them still twitching, some of them already cold.
The sky was shrouded in darkness, pierced only by the occasional flash of divine light, as Michael’s army clashed with mine.
I stood at the head of my army, watching as they fought.
They were powerful warriors, every one of them, but even so, they were no match for the heavenly host.
For a moment, I was tempted to join the battle myself, to lend them a hand, but then I remembered who—or rather what—I was.
I was the god of hatred, after all.
I was not like the other gods.
I was not a warrior.
I was not a healer.
I was not a builder.
I was not a creator.
I was a destroyer.
It was what I did best.
And it was what I was meant to do.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm the deep-rooted desire that consumed me—the desire to destroy everything around me, the desire to watch it all burn, the desire to turn this entire world into a smoking ruin.
It was a desire that I had always felt, deep down in my soul.
It was a desire that had always set me apart from the other gods.
But it was a desire that I had always been able to control.
I opened my eyes and scanned the battlefield once more.
And then I felt it—a chill running down my spine, a cold shiver that raised the hairs on the back of my neck.
And when I turned around, I saw him standing there.
He was watching me with a smile on his face, a smile that made my heart skip a beat and my breath catch in my throat.
He was beautiful, with his youthful features and his dark hair and his piercing eyes.
He was irresistible, with his seductive aura and his mischievous grin and his wickedly sharp tongue.
And he was trouble, with his playful glances and his teasing touches and his shameless seductions.
He was Judas, the god of love, and he was the one who had been haunting my dreams for the past few millennia.
He smiled at me and started walking towards me.
As he drew closer, I could see that his smile wasn’t quite as bright as it appeared from a distance.
There was something dangerous lurking in the depths of his dark eyes.
Something that I couldn’t quite put my finger on.
Something that made me want to take a step back from him.
But I didn’t move.
I stood my ground and watched him approach me.
And when he stopped just a few feet away from me and looked up at me with those big dark eyes of his, my heart skipped another beat.
“Hello, Asrael,” he said, smiling up at me with those full red lips of his.
“Long time no see.”
“Yes.” I nodded at him curtly.
“It has been a long time.”
He tilted his head slightly and arched an eyebrow at me.
“Is that any way to greet an old friend?”
I looked down at him and shook my head.
“I am not your friend,” I said evenly.
His smile widened into an impish grin.
“And whose fault is that?”
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I narrowed my eyes at him and clenched my fists at my sides.
I had better things to do than stand here and argue with him all day.
We were in the middle of a war, for God’s sake!
And there was work to be done if we were going to win it!
But Judas didn’t seem to care about any of that.
He just stood there and watched me with those dark eyes of his and waited for me to say something else.
And the longer he stood there and watched me like that, the more distracted I found myself becoming.
Because there was just something about him that drew me to him like a moth to a flame.
There was just something about him that made me want to take a step closer to him and wrap my arms around him and never let go.
And the more I fought against it, the more he seemed to enjoy watching me struggle with it.
“Come on,” he said, stepping closer to me and reaching out to touch me on the arm.
“The least you could do is smile.”
I pulled away from his touch and took a step back from him.
I narrowed my eyes at him and shook my head at him in disbelief.
“What is wrong with you?”
I demanded, glaring at him angrily.
“We are in the middle of a war!”
He blinked at me innocently and tilted his head at me curiously.
“And whose fault is that?”
I opened my mouth to say something else, but before I could say anything, he turned away from me and started walking back across the battlefield towards his own army.
I stared after him and clenched my fists at my sides.
I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself down before I did something stupid or reckless or crazy.
But it was too late for that now.
Because Judas had gotten under my skin.
And now that he was there, I knew that there was nothing that I could do to get rid of him.
I sighed heavily and shook my head as I watched him go.
Judas was a distraction.
A dangerous distraction.
And if I wasn’t careful, he was going to get me killed.
We stood on opposite sides of the battlefield and glared at each other.
I stared at him with a scowl on my face and a frown on my brow.
He looked back at me with a smile on his face and a twinkle in his eye.
His smile was different from mine.
It was brighter and warmer and more inviting.
It was a smile of love.
The smile of a god who wanted nothing more than for everyone in the world to be happy and at peace.
The smile of a god who believed in the power of love to conquer all.
I hated that smile.
I hated it with every fiber of my being.
And yet somehow, it made me want it all the more.
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