Landscapes of Hell
Satan's lover and artist, Rosemary, finds herself pregnant and alone after Lucifer has to return to Hell. However, they still meet in her darkest of dreams and visions, sharing the night as though he had never left, all semblances of her pregnancy gone until she wakes. When she does wake, she is left with fear as she waits to birth the anti-Christ and inevitably meet her prophesized demise. More
Landscapes of Hell is a 4,000 word erotic romance, containing explicit love scene between the devil himself and the woman he loved.
Rose did not want to change. Not really, not fully. Yet eight months down the line she had a swollen stomach and Lucifer was gone. To prepare his kingdom, he said, and Rose believed him. What else was she to believe, after all?
But the fear was there, the words from that first night they had sex haunted her – he had said the mother of his child would die in childbirth, and Rose did not wish to die. The only benefit the pain of being away from her lover, and the terror of her impending death gave her was that of her paintings. Since Lucifer had left her every night she shared in dreams of him and his world, and when she woke she painted. At least, she painted after taking care of her own needs, for while her Devil-lover was not there in the physical, he made love to her again and again in the dark of the night, as she slept long hours and visited Hell itself in her most vivid of dreams.
Often the dreams would start the same. Always she would arrive at the river made of a strange red substance she dared not question. She would walk, feet sore and bloody, through the field the waters cut through, ignoring the bite of the razor-like grass. The clouds above her were puffs of dried blood, and she forced herself to ignore them, just as she forced herself to ignore the tree of tangled bodies, all screaming out in pain.
She walked for what seemed like an eternity each night, and while she would pass demons and other tortures, none seemed to be aware of her presence. The benefit of a dream, she concluded, as she walked over roads of skulls and swam through lakes of purple flames, bitter cold to the touch. Finally, she would reach the kingdom itself, an expanse of obsidian stone and rubies. Often she would tell herself to tease her King about his decorating choices, but every time, when she forced open the castle doors and saw her lover once again, all thoughts and plans ran like rivers from her head. It was him, only him, she cared for.
Their encounters were never quick and never the same, although always they met in passion...