Angels and Gargoyles, Part 14

In 2012 I published a novella, Angels and Gargoyles and offered it for free. Since then it has been downloaded 1675 times. I thought I would post it on my blog a little at a time for your enjoyment. I’ll post it once or twice a week. If you would like a free copy, go to http:/smashwords.com/b/149430. Here is Part 14. Enjoy.

 “By the way,” said Three as she lifted her breasts in both hands. “Mother Mary told me what these are for.”

Peter’s mouth dropped open as he turned red-faced. He had been thinking of his wife. Garth and Three noticed him blush right away and stared in disbelief.

Peter snapped back from his own memories and raised his voice, “Perhaps you two should let me do the talking.” Peter gathered his thoughts for a few minutes and said, “The way I see it, you two, somehow–I don’t know how–have developed free will. You can choose to fall in love. I will explain what will happen if you become human and maybe, by the Grace of God, you will come to your senses and change your minds.”

“Never,” answered the lovers simultaneously.

“It will work like this,” continued Peter. “You will become human and will already be married. You will have a full memory of your life since childhood: how you met, how you fell head over heels in love, and how you married. You will not remember anything of your existence as an angel or gargoyle.”

“And children?” asked Three.

“Yes, yes!” said an exasperated Peter. “You will already have children, but you can have more if you want.”

Turning to Garth and grabbing his hand Three said, “Oh Garth, let have sex right away so we can have more children, shall we?”

Peter dropped his head to his chest, “Give me strength!” Then taking a deep breath he said, “But, and this is very important, because you have free will, you could choose to love someone else. It happens all the time.”

“Never!” cried Garth and Three together.

“It could happen. You could even sin and never come back to heaven.”

“Oh, no!” the lovers gasped.

Garth stood up and hit his chest. “I will never sin!”

Peter smiled, “Oh, yes, you will sin. You both will. Humans do that. Not only that but you will not live forever. You will grow old and someday die.”

Three began to sob again.

“Do you understand? You will suffer pain. You will become weary and sleep one third of your life. You will get sick. You will fight with each other. You will have to work. One of you could die while still young.” Peter let his words sink in and asked, “Do you want to take that chance?”

Garth took Three’s hand and looked into her eyes.

“I cannot stay here in heaven if I cannot marry the one I love.”

“Oh, Garth. I feel the same way. We have to take a chance even if it means being together for just a short time.”

“So be it!” shouted Peter as he snapped his fingers.

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