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.the sons of God saw the daughters of men	By : keithcompany Category: A through F > Bible Views: 3674 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Gluttony
- 2-Patience
- 3-Avarice
- 4-Humility
- 5-Wrath
- 6-Diligence
- 7-Pride
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- 5
For an angel, Belial was easily the most beautiful Man Azael had ever seen. He had all the features that were held in high esteem down here. The hard part was convincing him of that.
After millions of years hanging out at the periphery of the seraphim, he saw himself as worthless. Azael watched the other angel groveling at the feet of one of his wives.
“Oh, isn’t she perfect?” It was odd seeing the angel prostrate before the woman. For one thing, she was mortal. More immediately, though, Belial stood about three times as tall as Azael, so six times the height of his wife.
Azael shrugged and stepped closer to look at the object of Belial’s deference. “Her boobs are uneven,” he said.
“What?” The massive head raised, looking down in consternation.
“They are. One’s bigger. Not by much, but the nipples don’t point in the same direction.” He pointed with his fingers, showing the disparity. Belial slapped his hands down.
“Not the individual characteristics! I meant the idea of her, the idea of woman, aside from imperfections!”
Azael scratched beneath one horn. “Doesn’t an imperfection mean, almost exactly, that she isn’t perfect?” There was nothing offensive about the woman, he felt. Just that next to the divinely crafted beauty of Belial, one couldn’t help but notice pockmarks in her skin, or a tiny scar on one hip, or an imbalance in the distribution of her pubic hair. Azael had counted three more hairs on her left side than her right. Of course, he had had to be very careful counting the ones that curled over the center, and the total might be subject to dispute, but he was fairly sure-
“Well?” Belial asked.
Azael realized that he’d ignored his host. All around the courtyard, the servants and wives stared, waiting for his answer. The wife standing before them looked like she was about to cry. The ones in line waiting to show themselves to their husband looked more curious.
“I think I bow to your judgment in this,” he tried. Belial nodded happily and people began moving around again. The imperfect one turned to run into the house. Another wife dropped her robe to stand before her master.
She was more evenly apportioned between her sides, Azael judged. Although he suspected she was right-handed by the way she applied her makeup and rouge. There was a noticeable slant to the strokes.
The giant dropped to the ground again and rubbed his forehead at her feet. “Isn’t she perfect? Women are the source of all life. They bring-”
“I thought Father was the source of all life,” Azael observed. Belial gave a small shudder that raised a cloud of dust in the courtyard.
“Well, of course, of course,” he said quickly. “I meant human life.” He turned back to his devotions. “I just mean, the way they- APHLOO!” The sneeze almost flattened wife number two. Belial’s hand shot out to grab her around the waist. She hung there in his grip as he recovered, rising up to kneel and wipe his face on a canvas.
“This happens all the time,” he told Azael. “I just can’t get low enough to be properly modest before my wives. Not without actually breathing of the Earth.” He smiled down at the woman, turning her here and there to admire her from all angles.
“What if you put her on a pedestal?” Azael suggested. “Then you could just lay back and be below her.”
“Marvelous,” Belial judged. “I would never have thought of such a gimmick.” He waved to some of the workers in his household. “Fashion a pedestal for my beautiful wives,” he commanded. Men scurried.
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The pillar was thin but tall. Belial grabbed a wife around her thighs and lifted her to the top. She was unbalanced for a moment, trying to gain her footing with her legs restricted that way, but once he let go she settled into place.
“You’re so smart, Azael,” Belial said as he knelt down. He experimented with various positions to indicate his unworthiness. He felt that kneeling with his shoulders touching the ground was the most subservient of positions.
The wife looked uncomfortable to Azael, but he might be mistaking her expression. The angle he was looking at it was unusual. And he found himself distracted by her breasts and pubic hair, all lined up this way.
Beside him, Belial finished his expressions of modesty and rose to replace the wife. One hand brushed the pillar and the column started to tip.
The woman squealed as she started to fall, Belial grabbed his head with both hands and screamed. Azael judged, took a step and caught the wife as gently as possible.
“Oh! Oh! Oh, what have I done?!” the giant wailed. Azael felt the light pressure of the small woman in his arms. She squirmed a little, testing to see if anything was broken. The play of her muscles along his arms was amazing. In all his bouts of wrestling, no angels’ body got his attention that way.
When he finally noticed that she was looking at him expectantly, he put her down. Belial swept her up into his grasp for a hug. He tucked her under his chin and cried.
“Oh, no, no, no, I nearly lost you. I couldn’t stand to lose you…” He paused and lifted her up and away for a second, to see her face. Then he held her close again. “…Sasha.”
“I’m really sorry,” Azael said.
“No, no! Your idea was good. I’m the one that can’t be trusted to stand without breaking things!” The smaller angel shrugged. There was no arguing with Belial about who was in the wrong. Or who was worthless. Or ugly, a danger, undeserving, unworthy or scum on a pond.
“You know.” he said instead, “I saw something Bifrons did that might help you here.”
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When it was completed, the giant table stretched from the third floor of Belial’s wives’ residence into the courtyard he slept in.
It wasn’t just his size that made it impossible to make a dwelling for Belial. He wouldn’t let anyone expend the effort to shelter him from weather or sun.
In that courtyard, Azael had had workers dig a large trench, lining it with worked stone. At his gesture, Belial reclined there. He looked up expectantly.
Azael climbed to the top of the table and gestured towards the door.
A pair of wives stepped out, walking to stand at the two far corners, looking down on their husband from a great height.
“Perfect!” Belial proclaimed. “Azael, I am in your debt. And Bifrons. What can I ever do to repay you?”
“Pay me?” Azael shrugged. From his place on the table, he couldn’t see his host, just the backs of the two naked women posing for worship.
One’s ass was uneven, but for the life of him, he couldn’t tell if it was an illusion caused by her stance.
“Of course, of course,” Belial laughed. “You’re worth it, every piece of it.” He snapped his fingers and servants ran. Azael climbed back down.
Belial handed him a wooden chest filled with silver coins. “Is this enough?” he asked. He nodded towards one of the women above. “It’s about the same weight as Phanny.”
“A woman’s weight in silver? I wonder if I could buy a wife with that?”
Belial shrugged. “Are you going to go ask Mammon?”
“No,” Azael said with a laugh. “I think that if I were to buy a talent of silver from Mammon, it would end up costing me three talents. No, I’ll look elsewhere.” He lifted the chest to his shoulder and turned towards the gate. “And I’m still not sure I’ve seen all this world has to offer.”
Behind him, Belial started to sing the praises of women in general and his wives in particular.
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