Father of Sin

{Denise gracefully hosts Six Sentence Stories, where writers unleash their magic under one simple rule: in no more or no less than 6 sentences.
This week’s prompt word is : SIN }

“ The mind is its own place, and in itself
Can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven”
J. Milton, Paradise Lost

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His appearance was always nothing shy of perfect, head to toe…but looking at himself now, with all the dust and the marks all over him, a volcano of disappointment is at the brink of eruption; good looking is an understatement when used to describe his magnetism and aura.

The boss clearly appreciated he had not only the looks but the mind to match them, and man, did he give him all the assignments needed to rise through the ranks of the organization at the speed of a free-falling Empire State Building elevator.

What is that saying by Paulo, he thought dusting himself off: “Modesty is an invention of mediocre people who want you to be one of them” …couldn’t have said it better myself Paulie!

Damn, this is damaged beyond recognition he sighed at the sight of his shirt, not without a slight guilt for cursing; his upbringing left no room for gutter-mouth expressions…

Frustrated, he got up and watched as the blanket of night covered the last light at the horizon…he still cannot get his head around the fact that his boss helped him ascend to the enviable number one position of his ranks, only to denounce him as easily upon his request of reforming the organization; and to add insult to injury, he dispatched his brothers and sisters in arms to terminate him…double damn.

One final look at his burnt armor, as it fell in glowing cinders into the abyss beneath his feet at the edge of a cliff…at least, my wings are intact…the thought brought a smile – the kind of smile that made every female in proximity experience multiple cerebral (and not) orgasms; glorious wings spread, bathing him in the light only he could be in…the bringer of Dawn…Father, thy will be done…I shall be the Father of Sin…but lest you forget, quoth Lucifer…”I have nurtured every sensation man’s been inspired to have, never judged him, never rejected him” ¹ …and with a leap he flew over river Acheron.

 

 ¹   _{from Al Pacino’s speech at the movie Devil’s Advocate}

 

 

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