Love between an Angel of the Lord and Princess of Hell

Beyond a gate carved from pearl lies the Divine Realm of Heaven. Being a world of the soul, Heaven is a world beyond Earthly concepts of form and mass. It isn't even energy, or light, or privy to any the laws of time and space like most of the conceivable cosmos. It merely is.

But for the convenience of the writer and for your reading pleasure, we shall anthropomorphize this unimaginable world to the best of our abilities.

In a vast garden of fruit and jewels, there sits the Throne. In the Throne is God. He is that he is. Shining in all his glory.

Kneeling before him, minuscule compared to his Grace, is an angel. While angels are sexless by nature, they will often take on sexual-characteristics as a better way of communicating with each other and other beings (that is when they aren't just a mass of wings and eyes). Today, Amitiel took on a feminine aspect; short pixie-hair, bright amber eyes, olive-skin, garbed in white robes and gold armbands. Amitiel is an Authority, a rank of angel that enforces God's authority over others.

"Amitiel. I send you to Perdition once again for this most righteous of tasks. I believe that the current regime of Hell is planning to invade Paradise. Find the demons who conspire against me and reap upon them my Wrath."

The God of the Covenant reached out and claimed dominion over much of creation, but he had always seen the Inferno as a threat. It is the equal-opposite of his holy radiance, so while he himself cannot act upon Hell, he has sent disciples and acolytes throughout the years to fight the Evil in its own home territory."

Amitiel had bowed as she had done many times before.

"Yes, my Lord. Thy will be done."

It only took two cups before Amitiel was wasted off of her immaculate ass.

"Woo, yeah! I love this place!"

Below her was a veritable Legion of Demons in the crowd, roaring and cheering at the angel as she threw herself atop them. They catered to their guest as they carried her across the room in a mosh-pit, Satanic Panic rocking out their latest songs to their infernal audience.

Like angels, demons were a metaphysical breed and came in many different forms and aspects. Some looked vaguely human except for a few "demonic" affectations. Others took the form of animals or plants, even machines. Unlike in Heaven, there was no gold-standard for what someone should or could appear to be in Hell.

It was mid-way through the massive courtroom that Amitiel let down onto her feet, the angel concentrating with all of her might not to trip on her own feet.

She tried getting at what was left of the beer in her cup and a pair of hands caught her before she accidentally fell backwards.

"Woah there," said the other person.

"Abby! I m'ssed you. How yah doin'?"

Abbadon was a demon -- obviously -- with a humanoid form. She had eyes that glowed red. Her dark-hair was neatly trimmed at shoulder-length, with two bright-red horns the stuck straight upward. She was dressed in skin-tight red straps that left little to the imagination, a pointed tail grazing the ground behind her. Like Amitiel, she preferred a feminine form.

"Amy, it's only been half an hour," said the demon.

"Wussit?" Slurred Amitiel. "Feels like'neternity."

"Alright, I think you've had enough. Let's lie you down."

"But I dunno when da Big Boss is gunna let me come back an'I just wanna live it up."

"You say that now. Wait till the morning when the hangover kicks in."

"I'm not drunk," said Amitiel, not fighting Abbadon as she escorted her away from the party. "I'm n'angel. W'Iz gotta practice temperance 'relse they'rll be consequences."

"I won't tell him if you won't. Now come on."

Away from the party, castle servants swept to ensure that the party stayed well within the confines of the "party area" as to cut down on workload once it was over. With only mild difficulty from the low attention span of a drunk angel, Abbadon managed to take her up to her room. It was beautifully furnished, the center having a king-sized bed. Abbadon managed to sit the angel down onto it.

Amitiel gently took Abbadon's hands into her own. Her face was still flushed, but she had managed to calm down.

"I missed you."

"I know you said."

"I really mean it though."

She looked into the demon's eyes.

Abbadon smiled.

"I missed you too, baby."

Abbadon cupped Amitiel's hands and pressed her lips against the angel's.

For many years, God had put a complete and total embargo on travel to and from Hell. Heaven and Hell shall remain separate for all time.

Then, one day, he had decided to send envoys down there. The old man had grown paranoid over the years, and believed that the Hierarchy of Hell had set their eyes onto Heaven. He decided to send one of his angels to scout ahead.

Amitiel was his first choice and she agreed to do so diligently. She thought she was going to be smiting mindless monsters cannibalizing each other in lava pits.

Instead, she had found a thriving society. With laws and culture and morals. That last one was especially surprising to her.

That's not to say that it was like Heaven. Oh no. Oh no no no.

For one thing, the first thing she saw when she made it to Hell were the Orgy Pits of the Second Ring. And one of its attendants just so happened to be the Princess of Hell Abbadon, All Tremble Before Her, who noticed her big shiny wings right above them.

The presence of an angel of Heaven in Hell was certainly big news, but it didn't cause as big of a fuss as Amitiel believed it would be. She expected a manhunt, followed by ****. Instead, she was invited as a guest in one of Abbadon's summer homes. She had little homes all over Hell, as was typical of demon royalty apparently.

She introduced Amitiel to a lot of things in Hell she was unaccustomed to.

She learned about economics and its relation to Greed. She had experienced the pleasantries of drunkeness and the agony of the morning after. She heard music so different from Heaven's harmonies.

Amitiel had no concept of sexual desire before Abbadon kissed her. Sure "love" was a thing in Heaven, but all forms of love were chaste and passive and generalized. Abbadon had taught her that the corporeal aspects of her physical form came with sensations she had never thought possible before, both male and female.

In turn, Amitiel wound up teaching Abbadon what it was like to love. Love was a thing in Hell, sure, but Abbadon had never really been in love. She's had many sexual partners over the years, but they were all one-time things. Her parents tried to marry her off to suitors, but none of it ever stuck. She actually enjoyed Amitiel's company, even when they still had their clothes on.

When it was time for Amitiel to return to Heaven to report back, she really didn't want to go. She enjoyed it too much down here. Of course some of the less understanding in Heaven's court would think she was "seduced into sin" and that would be enough reason to go to war. She was certainly seduced and she sins a lot while here, but that was beside the point.

Amitiel managed to come up with a lie, and so far, God has yet to figure it out. Or if he had, he didn't seem to care. She would make excuses, claiming that she had killed the demons she was sent to kill and falsify reports on what she did.

She had managed to convince the council of archangels that while Hell was not politically stable enough to launch an attack, they would have to send someone down there to keep it that way, and that she was just the angel for the job.

The archangels agreed and made a plan: every once in a while, they would send Amitiel down to reap Divine Justice upon Hell's Damned legions to ensure Hell could never decide to invade Heaven.

Hell wouldn't, of course. Everyone in Hell were perfectly fine were they were and had more important things on the agenda than to wage a war on a Kingdom way on the other side of the universe.

But Amitiel didn't tell anyone about that part.

It gave her an excuse to come to Hell and cut loose in a way angels couldn't in Heaven.

And the more she went to Hell, the more time she could spend with her beloved.