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“I want to stay,” I said, my tears unstoppable by now.
The Devil held me, his wet cheek against mine, his pain etched in the features I adored, his crooked nose, his jumbled teeth, his perfect face. Light suffused me, and the Devil pulled me tighter. I screamed then, as the restaurant faded to white, as the grip of the man I love slipped, and fell away.
I am clean now, soaked in scented waters and fed on ambrosia, yet I can barely lift my head. Loved ones from life surround me, but heaven is empty. I hug my arms around myself, and think of the touch of the Devil, of his eyes, his words, his utter acceptance, and I am alone.
The Creator sits on His throne and weeps.
For the Lord our God is a jealous God, and our hearts are all in hell.