Seraphina: Initiation
in for another slice.
    “But it’s December?” he questions obviously
not totally caught onto human lingo.
    “It’s just a phrase, never mind.” I don’t
have time to explain as I shove another bite of pizza in my mouth.
I’ve recently gotten used to the amount of food I can consume, I
think it’s because I burn so many calories now throughout the
day.
    “So, Nate-aroni, tell me about yourself,” I
ask with a mouth full of pizza waiving my crust in his face for
emphasis.
    “What would you like to know?” he guardedly
continues as he reaches over for another slice of pizza. I smirk
when I realize I’m already on my third.
    “Is Nate your real name?” I randomly blurt
out as I pop crust into my mouth.
    “Actually, God called me Nathanael, but it
didn’t seem right to use it… afterwards.”
    “Nate, tell me about Heaven,” I inquire,
intrigued at the insinuation of Heaven .
    “What would you like to know?” he asks again
not wanting to give anything crucial away.
    “Is it as beautiful as they say?” I ask
tilting my head to the side.
    “More,” he gets out before taking another
bite.
    “More beautiful?” I stare off into the
corner of the room as I try and piece it all together.
    “You can’t even humanly imagine,” that just
intrigues me more and I try to picture everything I’ve ever read
about it, “The ornately sculpted pearly gates are just the
entrance, the way the river of life pulses it’s as if it has a
heart beat of it’s own. Then there’s the chanting, the way it calls
to you… soothes you to your very core.” He shakes his head as he
stares at the pizza box between us, “There’s nothing like the
feeling of Heaven, the peace it brings. You never want, never need,
there is no hunger, no pain just love and harmony. I don’t seem to
realize my eyes are closed as I picture Nate’s words until they
come snapping open at the last image. It was as I pictured walking
along the river of life, feeling the pulsing through my feet when I
look up and see Nate walking along side a gorgeous female Angel,
their robes slightly touching as they walk along together.
    “Did you have a girlfriend up there?” I
blurt out as my mouth catches up with my mind.
    Startled he coughs an uncomfortable cough
before responding, “No…it ’ s not like that
up there. In Heaven, you serve the Lord. There is no
boyfriend/girlfriend or husband/wife, mother/daughter, everyone
serves and worships Him,”
    Shocked by his answer, I continue to pry,
“So, did you have another human girlfriend?”
    “Another? Are you admitting to being my
girlfriend?” he slyly implies with one eyebrow raised.
    “Don ’ t you change
the subject, Mister!” I quickly fire back, leaning forward to poke
at his hard chest and admitting to nothing.
    “Sera, I told you. You were my first
assignment here on Earth. I was Guardian to the Lord’s throne
before that, I was pretty high up there in ranks believe it or
not,” he states looking into the fire as if reminiscing.
    “What does that mean? Is that a boring job?
It sounds kind of …”
    He laughs.
    “What?”
    “There is nothing greater that being deemed
powerful enough to protect the lord’s throne. I had to protect him
from rowdy souls and Demon attacks, so boring it definitely is
not!”
    “Do you miss it?” I ’ m struck with guilt watching his face lights up as
he talks about it.
    “Sometimes…” he pauses before looking me in
the eye, “But then I look at you and I can ’ t say that I would be able to go back to how things
were,” he admits honestly. After a few seconds of silence, my mind
starts working on overdrive and I begin to think out loud.
    “Wait a minute, so that means... so you mean
you never… ya know…with a girl… ever?” I stutter, finally coming to
the realization that Nate may be experienced in the ways of an
Angel, but he is inexperienced in the passions of the human
flesh.
    “No, never,” he replies with a smirk. I sit
pondering

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