I saw her there, waiting in the darkness.  She was waiting for somebody to recognize her for what she was.  I knew it was not for me she waited.  I was not the one for her.  I was not the one she sought.  But I would be the one to have her.

She was beautiful beyond compare, like she was made of light wrapped in the Grace of God's Self.  With her every step came the singing voices of angels, and the earth trembled and purred in satisfaction as she began making her way to me.  She was not looking for me, but she thought that I was the one.  Foolish little thing.

I made my way to her, and my excitement grew in leaps and bounds as I approached.  She had this look in her eye, as if she should recognize me, but she could not.  Her face was painted with confusion, and her muted fear was almost tangible.  She appeared to ignore it, though, and bravely looked into my eyes, playing at being unafraid of the giant thing standing before her.  She should have recognized me, but I had taken care with how I appeared to her.  Her instincts were no match for my will.  She would be mine.

I reached out to touch her face, and she recoiled as if pierced and opened with a cold ice pick.  She felt something she should have known, but her eyes said that she could not place the feeling.  It was danger, disregarded in her elation at finding what she thought she was seeking.  

I grabbed her this time, and pulled her close to me.  In her eyes was knowing, suppressed by the all consuming weight of my body against hers.  For her, I made time stop.  For her, I made the world more vibrant, colorful.  For her, I was an illusion made real.  For me, she was nothing more than a play thing, another toy to be used and thrown away when I found something more entertaining.

I could feel her heart beating against my chest, her breasts heaving as her breathing became more anxious.  She began to struggle some, and I crushed her to me harder.  I worked my hands down between her legs, searching for the entrance to my new heaven.  I saw thought come to life in her eyes, and I was finally revealed to her.  Too little, too late.  

I caressed her without shame, and forged ahead until I found what I was looking for.  Two fingers slipped inside of her, in and out, in and out, in and out, until she was wet for my touch.  She began to resist even harder than before, but I was much too strong for her.  I forced a leg between hers and opened her up.  She fought me.  I laughed, something wicked like the sound of leaves blown across loose gravel.  Then I hit her.  I hit her so hard, even I could see stars dancing in the air in front of her.  She was so stunned, she lost her balance and fell to earth, another angel who just realized her wings had been clipped.  In that same instant I was on top of her, my leg again between hers, opening her once more.  She did not resist this time.  Instead, she lay there, crying, begging me not to do this to her.

I whispered in her ear that it would be over quickly enough, and that she should thank her God that I would not kill her this night.  She was open to me, and I went inside her.  I felt myself corrupting her, stealing from her what was nobody's to take.  It was mine now.  She was mine now.  I moved my hips, back and forth, harder and harder.  I pushed myself inside her with such force that she cried as a siren in search of another soul to take.  She cried out for heaven, but heaven ignored her plea.  I hurt her, over, and over again.  And then, I saw God.  The One I imagined cried in anguish at what was happening to this child.  I mocked that God, and I released my seed into her, completing her defilement, and sealing it with my own covenant.  

I was satisfied.  

I released her, then, and I spoke to her.  I told her to stand up, and I named her a harlot of the world.  I explained to her how she was tainted now, and that the one she sought would always doubt her.  My seed was her curse, and she would never be free from me.  Her innocence was no more.  She would never be free of the Lie.

She got up and attempted to clean herself off, then she turned and stumbled away, never to be seen again.

That was the night I came into her world.  That was the night that all hope was lost for the peace of mankind.  

That was the night I raped Truth.