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Serendipity and the fallen seraphim	By : Gemma Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 1373 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"Him there they found, close at the ear of Eve,
Assaying by his devilish art to reach
The organs of her fancy, and with them forge
Illusions as he list, phantasms and dreams."

I remember the dream that led to greater things.
As my body slept so peacefully, propped against the tall old tree whose branches dipped to shelter my body from vicious eyes, my mind span onwards into a dream that was as sinful and seductive as chocolate, as fragrant as newly blossomed honeysuckle, and as profound as the first word uttered from a tiny, chubby baby's lips of pouting pink.

I was seated on a large rock, the surface of which was smooth and flat though those around me appeared jagged and razor sharp. Burnt feathers drifted around my feet, black and crisp, the wind blowing them upwards towards my face, my eyes taking in their twisted, tortured appearance.

Lush green grass tickled the soles of my feet, the colour so vibrant and juicy that my mouth watered, and a rich earthy fragrance made me suck in a great lungful of air, savouring the unique and pleasant scent.

Flowers of the deepest purples, reds, blues and yellows peered up at me, some hiding behind the edge of my rock, others turning their faces up to the bright sun which beat down on us all, warming my skin and brushing pink across my cheekbones.
I looked out to the horizon, green grassland stretching before me, decorated with graceful trees covered in a myriad of greens and delicate petal flowers. Everything was lush, vital and so wonderfully alive. Though the vicious rocks around me made it impossible for me to run out onto that grass and climb the trees whose branches beckoned for me to join them.

Simply being able to see this beauty was enough for me however, and I shifted slightly on the rock, so that I could take in this view more clearly. It was then that I felt a presence behind me, and instantly I knew who it would be.

I did not turn around, I merely continued to gaze in wonder at that around me, my back sensitive to the body heat of he who stood behind me, my ears straining as I heard the shift of robes as he knelt.
"A gift." A honey smooth voice sounded in my ear, and I paused to wonder how anyone could own a voice that invoked such chill and such burning heat at once. It held promises; promises that I longed for him to keep.

Lifting an arm, hand held palm-up, the being behind placed a glass bowl onto my waiting hand. It's cold seeped into my warmth, possessing me in a creeping subtle gesture that mme sme shiver slightly. The being behind responded by draping a cloak as black and silky as midnight around my shoulders.

"Thank you." I breathed, my voice drifting away on the breeze. Long, ivory fingers curled around my elbow, lifting the arm that held the beautifully etched glass bowl, drawing my attention to it once more.

A slender spoon was plunged into a slice of chocolate torte which was drenched in smooth, runny cream the colour of porcelain. Wrapping my fingers around the silver length, I raised it to my mouth, my eyes fixed on the dark of the chocolate and the pale of the cream that oozed over the edges of the spoon and fell in heavy drops onto my lap, beading upon the material of my gown.

Sliding the cool metal across my lips, saliva rushed to my mouth, and as the flavours hit my tongue, my eyes closed in rapture. The chocolate was bitter, biting my tongue and filling my head with the scent of rich, dark chocolate, whilst the cream eased the tart sting with a gooey sweetness that made me think of the nectar of vibrant, scented flowers.

I felt lips press against my neck, and strong arms wrap around my body. I leant back and sighed as I felt a strong torso supporting my own. Gentle hands took the bowl and spoon from my fingers, and my arms dropped to rest at my side, hands relaxed in my lap.

The spoon was raised by long fingers that drew my gaze, though as the chocolate hit my tongue once more I was lost in the pleasure of it's seductive flavour and sensation.
Twice more I sampled the heady mixture of light and dark, and then the bowl was placed aside, and the arms moved to wrap more tightly around me so that the large, long-fingered hands covered mine in my lap. I flicked out a pink tongue to lick the chocolate from my lips and I felt a warmth build deep in my stomach. I leant my head back so that it rested on the shoulder of the being behind me.

He pressed his nose into my hair and breathed deeply.
"You're hair is dark now; black. Where is the blonde beautiful little girl who made such a stir at adult gatherings?"

His voice snaked its way into my head, and my eyes closed reflexively.
"Oh, she died long ago. I was very sick you know." My voice had the murmured quality of one who is half asleep, caught in a cloud of dreams and unwilling to surface.
"Tell me." It was a command, the arrogant tone only softened by the warmth of his breath on my cheek.
"When I was eight years old I fell sick with an unknown illness. At first it was nothing but a slight fever and an inability to sleep, but as time progressed the symptoms grew more severe."

I paused, and the time stretched on, though still a deep sense of peace held me in it's grip, just as the man behind me held me in his.
When I spoke again, I turned my head so that my lips were close to the long arch of the man's pale throat.
"The best medical wizards and potion masters came to my aid, yet none could heal me or even name the infliction that ravaged my small form. Finally, after many months of agony and hazy consciousness, I began to grow stronger, though my long, golden hair had long since fallen from my head. When the new hair began to grow it was jet black, and I went from being a fair blonde cherub, to a dark young girl whose blue eyes blazed from a pale face."

At the mention of blazing blue eyes, my mind filled with the familiar image of Lucifer, and the man behind me chuckled, his chest vibrating against my back, making me shiver with pleasure and the merest hint of fear.
"Do not be troubled, my raven-haired angel."

His voice was so smooth and enchanting that I instantly relaxed against him, sleepy eyes gazing in amazement as white wings, seeming as soft as down, unfolded only to curl around my body like a protective shield.

Heat began to lick across my skin, pleasant at first and then burning. I writhed within the white circle, watching with terrified eyes as black soot began to cling to those achingly perfect feathers.

Tears spilled from my eyes, more for the corruption of those perfect filaments than for the agony that wracked my body, causing me to twist and writhe.

Fingers curled around my arms in a vice like grip, scorching every inch of skin they touched. I was pulled around so that I was facing the man who held me so tightly.
Lucius stared down at me, his eyes the blaze of blue I knew so well, his lips the pink I had often seen in dreams before. His face etched in a hard expression so that he appeared as if some magnificent creature had lovingly carved him from the palest, strongest marble.

His regal gaze held mine, his eyes burning with a passion that both terrified and captivated me.
"You are destined to fall, Serendipity." He spoke this as if it were a fact written in the very stone of God's creation, and I trembled even as his fiery gripped caused scalding agony to flash all over my body.
"We are all destined to fall." And as he said this, flames burst forth, rushing over the lush grass, flowers and trees, forcing them into a withered black submission.

Tears fell freely from my eyes, hitting the skin of Lucius' arms and evaporating with a hiss as they made contact. The flames began to burn his wings, and I watched in horror as the feathers burnt and fell as dust, only to leave a black, charred skeleton of wing in their wake.
"No, no." I muttered, barely able to speak around the pain in my chest.
"Be always afraid, and always watchful. For Paradise fell long ago, and you know the depths that hell can offer."

And with this cryptic phrase that lashed out at my soul, wounding, scarring and waking something that I knew I could not deny, Lucius, my Lucifer, pulled me to his chest, the heat of his arms setting my skin on fire.
And as the flames licked along my body, melting my skin and blackening my flesh, he pressed his lips to mine in a kiss that blistered and threatened to consume me in it's heat.

I awoke with a start, hand flying to my chest, trembling fingers searching my skin for burns. Finding nothing, I settled against the tree once more, noticing how dark it had now become.

I paused to catch my breath, before unfolding my legs and standing upright. Stretching, my eyes roamed the earth around me and it was then that I caught sight of my book.

I bent smoothly to collect it, my forehead creasing into a frown as I noticed the pale cream envelope that jutted out from its pages. I opened the book to retrieve this invading object, and noticed that it had been carefully placed between two pages, one of which was adorned with the fiery, captivating image of the angel Lucifer.
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