Revelation: Trinity Part 1

by Gemma Humphrey

  Rose took a deep breath, steeling herself as she waited for him to speak.

  “So,” he began, “You accept that angels exist.”

  Rose nodded hesitantly.

  “And… demons?” he asked, his mouth twisting on the word.

  Rose nodded again.

  “Right. Good. So, I would assume that you accept the idea of Heaven and Hell – God and Satan?” Rose said nothing so he continued. “What do you know of the Great Fall?”

  “…Satan tried to overthrow God.” Rose shrugged. “He convinced other angels to join his cause, and a war was fought. God won and Satan and his followers were cast out into Hell.”

  Nate smiled at her description. “So basically, what the Bible tells you, right?”

  “Is… that not what happened?” Rose stared, confused.

  “Oh no, there was a war, and we were cast into Hell. That’s true,” he said. “But the one thing the Bible doesn’t teach you is that Lucifer was Jehovah’s… wife, if you like,”

  Rose blinked. “What?” she asked dazedly. “His wife? But he’s… Lucifer is a woman?”

  “Yes. Lucifer is a woman. Nate chuckled. “The Woman, in fact. Second only to Jehovah himself – Although, technically ‘Woman’ refers to the human race so it isn’t quite accurate,” he corrected, more to himself than to Rose. “Female is the better operative.”

  “Are you serious?” Rose exclaimed. “Why does nobody know this?”

  Nate held up a finger, “We’re getting to that. So,” he continued, “If Jehovah is King of Heaven, then Lucifer was Queen,” he grinned conspiratorially as Rose leaned towards him. “And they were happy for millennia – Jehovah ruled over Heaven and Lucifer sat by his side.”

  “So what changed?” Rose asked, fascinated.

  “Nothing, for a time,” Nate shrugged. “But eventually Lucifer began to realise that she was not considered an equal. That all the female Celestia were considered inferior to their male counterparts regardless of their rank in the Hierarchy, and she began to question why. She realised that women were treated differently, were punished more, often with irrevocable consequences.” His face darkened, and she wondered what he was remembering. “So she went to Jehovah, demanding that changes be made.”

  “Jehovah, of course, wasn’t interested.” He continued. “He saw no reason to change a system that had worked for so long, and so they argued. They bickered, and fought, each one getting frustrated with the other, just like any other couple would,” he paused, gathering his thoughts. “It’s likely that nothing more would have come of it, if Lucifer hadn’t told Beelzebub of her frustrations.”

  “Beelzebub?” Rose queried, before he could continue. “As in Lucifer’s Chief Lieutenant?”

  “I see you managed to read some of Paradise Lost, at least,” Nate grinned. “Beelzebub became Lucifer’s Chief Lieutenant, but back then she was nothing more than a Seraphim with ideas above her station. She was Lucifer’s favourite. Her confidant, Her ‘BFF’,” Nate smirked.

  “Wait,” Rose interjected “You’re saying Beelzebub is also female?”

  Nate shrugged as if it was obvious.

  “Okay,” she murmured, struggling to take it all in. “So Lucifer told Beelzebub that she and God were fighting?”

  Nate nodded.

  “I don’t get it,” she said. “How did that start a war?”

  “What would your best friend do if you said you were arguing with your boyfriend?”

  Rose frowned, picturing Ben, and then Ana. She thought about how they’d agreed with her about the need to find out who she was, despite Christian’s warnings against it. She thought of how they’d rallied around her, giving her their support.

  “Okay,” she said. “Beelzebub took her side. Said she was right, supported her.”

  Nate grinned, pleased.

  “But why did everyone else support her?” she asked.

  “Different reasons,” he shrugged. “Most were women who agreed with her, others had friends and lovers who had been wronged – or lost – due to Jehovah’s punishment. Others were probably just bored and wanted something to do.”

  “Why did you support her?” Rose asked, curiously.

  Nate considered her for a moment before smiling sadly. “That,” he said, “is a story for another day.”

  Rose frowned at his expression, before letting it go. She thought for a moment. “So Lucifer was a feminist, campaigning for equal rights in Heaven.” She tried to fit the bizarre pieces together. “She got a load of followers and, what? Set up protest rallies?” she giggled in disbelief.

  Nate chucked at the analogy. “Not quite,” he said. “There were no protests or any of the stuff you humans do. It was just a huge argument that got out of hand.” He shrugged. “Jehovah got angry and chucked us all out, Banishing us to Hell. The rest – as they say – is history.”

  Rose leaned back, stunned, crossing her legs at the ankles. “Wow.”

  Nate smiled, giving her a minute to process it all.

  “So,” she asked, finally, “What does all that have to do with me?”

  Nate pondered for a moment, and Rose automatically tensed in anticipation.

  “Now that I’ve explained the Fall,” he paused “Tell me what you know of Jesus.”

  “Jesus?” Rose queried, not understanding the round-about way Nate was doing this. “He was the Son of God. He came to Earth in Human form to save humanity from damnation – forgive us our sins and all that.”

  Nate nodded. “Correct again – except for one thing.”

  Rose waited expectantly.

  “There is no Son of God.”

  Rose blinked, confused. “I don’t understand,” she admitted. “You’re not going to tell me Jesus was a woman too, are you?”

  Nate smiled, pushing his hair out of his eyes. “The Bible states that Jesus was the Son of God sent to Earth, but actually that’s a really bad translation,” he said. “Jesus was literally God in human form. He took it upon himself to save humanity – to show you the way to heaven – and died for your sins, only to take himself back to Heaven when the task was complete.”

  Now Rose had no idea where this was going. “And this is relevant because?” she prompted.

  “It’s relevant because there was no Son of God. But there was a Daughter.”

  “A daughter?” Rose groaned, realising she should have known.

  Nate nodded.

  Rose drew in a deep breath. “Fine,” she said. “So God had a daughter. How?”

  “Have you ever heard of Mary Magdalene?” Nate grinned.

  Rose put her head in her hands, giving up all hope that Nate was ever going to get to the point.

  “She was a woman alive at the time of Jesus. Some say she was a prostitute, some say Jesus took her as his wife, others say she was another disciple,” he explained.

  Lifting her head, she looked to Nate expectantly. “Which one was right?”

  “Wife,” he said, smiling. “But that’s not all she was.”

  “What else was she?” asked Rose, rising to the bait, despite her misgivings.

  “Not what,” Nate corrected, gleefully. “Who. Lucifer.”

  Rose couldn’t take any more. “This is ridiculous,” she huffed. “Do you realise how insane it sounds? How… incestuous?” She stared in disbelief. “Are you making this up? Because if you are I swear –”

  Nate reached out and grabbed her wrists as they went up to her forehead in frustration. “I’m not making this up and I promise you it’s relevant to your part in this. But you have to understand the whole thing to understand who you are.”

  Rose glared. “Try me,” she challenged.

  He sighed and let go of her wrists. “You’re The Archon,” he said, in annoyance. “Or at least you will be, if you ever let me finish.”

  Rose stared, searching her mind for a clue as to what that was, coming up blank.

  Nate watched, amused, as she tried to figure it out. “Shall I carry on?” he smirked. �
�Lucifer found out that Jehovah was visiting the Mortal Plane in human form,” he continued, taking Rose’s silence for acquiescence. “So she did too. She was born as Mary Magdalene, and sought out Jesus in Jerusalem.”

  “Why?” Rose asked, frustrated.

  “Because love makes everyone crazy,” he shrugged, “Even the Divine. Lucifer had never stopped loving Jehovah, in fact she wanted to make amends, and Jehovah welcomed her into his human life with open arms. They were married and were happy for a time. However, Jehovah had come to earth with a plan. Lucifer begged him to take her back to Heaven with him, but he refused.”

  “He refused?” Rose interjected. “Why? If they were happy again what was the problem?”

  “The problem,” Nate said, “was that Jehovah is not immune to pride – despite his commandments. His claim to Omnipotence would be thrown into dispute if he allowed Lucifer back into Heaven. So he refused her.”

  Rose considered this, wondering whether it was right to feel sad for Lucifer. An eternity of pain all for fighting for what she believed in? And then having the bravery to go back and admit that…

  “What happened next?” she asked.

  Nate shifted closer to her and Rose wondered if they were finally getting to the point.

  “Jesus was crucified as per the Bible. But not before he removed every reference to female Celestia and Lucifer’s gender. You asked me why nobody knows about it, that’s the answer. Jehovah erased all evidence of it. He needed to be rid of her once and for all and would not have his disciples know the truth,” he sat back against the wall.

  “Mary Magdalene disappeared. There is no reference to her after Jesus’ resurrection. Jehovah returned to Heaven and Lucifer to Hell shortly after – but not before she gave birth to her child.”

  “You mean… Jesus and Mary Magdalene had a child?”

  Nate nodded. “A Daughter,” he said.

  “What happened to her?”

  Nate shrugged. “She was orphaned when Lucifer returned to Hell, too grief stricken to stay any longer. She grew up and had children, a relatively normal life as far as I know.”

  Rose waited, suddenly realising where this might all be going. “And her children?” she prompted, after Nate said nothing more.

  “They had children, and grandchildren, and great-grandchildren,” Nate said, slowly.

  Rose’s blood ran cold as she realised what Nate was implying. “Am I…?” Unable to speak the words she sought Nate’s gaze, in question.

  “Yes,” he said simply. “You are the descendant of Jesus and Mary Magdalene. God and Satan. The Divine Bloodline.”

  ***

  Rose rushed through the door as soon as Christian opened it. “Is it true?” she demanded, whirling around to face him.

  Christian closed the door, bracing himself against it, his fingers tightening into fists against the wood panel as he realised what she was asking. “You went to Nate.”

  “Is it true, Christian?”

  Christian turned around and, taking in her appearance, automatically reached out to her before checking himself, fists clenching at his sides as his shoulders slumped in defeat. “Yes.”

  She’d been expecting him to deny it, to tell her that Nate was just playing a game, that this was just part of his inner demon coming out to play. But Christian watched sadly, and she knew it was true. This was really happening.

  She took a step back, reaching for the sofa as her legs threatened to give out, her mind racing as she considered everything that Nate had said, and everything that it meant for her.

  “What am I?” she choked, as the tears finally spilled over.

  Christian took a hesitant step towards her. “You’re still you,” he said, fervently. “Having a different name doesn’t change that.”

  “The Archon?”

  Christian flinched.

  “What does it mean?” she whispered, sitting down on the sofa.

  She’d left Nate’s room in a panic, suddenly desperate to talk to Christian. Nate had seemed reluctant to let her leave, taking hold of her wrists as she jumped off the bed, pulling her back down and towards him. Rose had allowed him to put his arms around her, dimly surprised at his concern, before standing up again and heading out the door without a backward glance.

  Christian frowned and came to sit beside her. “What did Nathaniel tell you?” he asked, taking her hand.

  Rose explained as best as she could.

  “Fairy tales,” he scoffed, once she had finished. “I expected nothing less.”

  “So it’s not true?”

  Christian frowned. “Most of it is,” he admitted, warily. “But Lucifer didn’t fight for equality,” he laughed, incredulous at the idea. “She was fighting for power. She didn’t want to sit beside Jehovah as he made all the decisions anymore.” His face clouded over angrily. “And He never denied her return to Heaven,” he said, scowling at the thought. “She never asked for it. She betrayed Jehovah on Earth, conceiving his child and created the Bloodline for her own gain. She wanted to create a weapon to use against him –” He stopped, as he saw Rose’s face.

  “I’m a weapon?” she asked, quietly.

  He reached out and pulled her into his arms. “Only if you choose to be,” he said, resting his chin on the top of her head.

  Rose leaned into him, drawing strength from his embrace. “Is that what The Archon is then?” she asked. “A weapon?”

  Christian hesitated, causing Rose to glance up.

  “Christian?”

  He sighed and pulled back, holding her gaze, and Rose could see the pain flickering behind them.

  “Fine,” he relented, “I’ll tell you what you want to know,” he shrugged in resignation. “I can’t stop it now anyway.” Apprehension flickered briefly across his face, and Rose felt fear tighten her chest at what he might say.

  “Don’t,” she blurted. “Not yet.”

  Christian frowned in question.

  “It’s just…” she paused, not really knowing what she meant.

  “It’s a lot to take in,” he supplied for her, gently.

  Rose nodded, gratefully.

  “Tomorrow then,” he suggested, sounding relieved. “You’ve had enough information thrown at you for one day.” His hands moved to cup her face. “But I will tell you the rest.” he promised. “You’ve made your choice and I…” he sighed, his eyes closing in defeat. “I will keep you safe.”

  The determination in his tone had Rose reaching for him, beyond grateful that, despite his fears, he would not abandon her. His arms wrapped around her, responding as she sunk into his arms, overwhelmed by the sheer power of his love for her.

  “I’m the descendant of God and Satan,” she mumbled in disbelief. Born out of good or evil – she didn’t know which.

  Was it wrong to wish that Nate’s version of events were true, she wondered? That she was not just a weapon, but something special? Something to be nurtured? She sighed and Christian’s arms tightened in response.

  “Does this mean we’re not fighting anymore?” she asked, to distract herself, resolutely pushing away her convoluted thoughts to be dealt with later.

  Christian chuckled ruefully, his chest rumbling underneath her head. “We were never fighting, Love,” he smiled, “Just disagreeing.”

  “That’s a shame,” Rose said, lightly. “I was looking forward to making up.”

  Christian caught on quickly, his eyes turning liquid as Rose wrapped her arms around his neck.

  ”Don’t let me think,” she pleaded, simply. Not needing to be asked twice, he pulled her onto his lap, his mouth seeking hers.

  Her blood rushed through her veins, flooding her with relief as he kissed her. She pulled him closer, needing to touch every part of him, to know that he was still hers. That they were okay.

  Christian responded to her urgency, his own need to be forgiven, and soon the two were lost in their embrace, all thoughts of Rose’s Divine purpose temporarily forgotten

  ***

 
; Rose woke the following morning, to sun streaming through the window, Christian’s arms wrapped around her. She watched the light play across his features, tracing a line along his jaw as he opened his eyes and smiled sleepily.

  “Hi,” she greeted.

  He pulled her forward, brushing a soft kiss to her temple. “Good morning,” he rolled lazily onto his back, tugging her with him and she laid her head on his chest, sighing in contentment at the steady beat of his heart beneath her.

  “I like making up,” he said, after a moment.

  Rose looked up and caught his smile. “Me too,” she agreed, as he reached up and wound his fingers through her hair, smoothing it gently. “That doesn’t mean you can start picking fights,” she warned him, running her fingers down his stomach, feeling him flinch as it tickled. Christian rolled over, trapping her beneath him, the hand in her hair moving down to cup her cheek.

  “Shame,” he said, grinning playfully as he brought his lips to hers.

  Rose kissed him back, relived they were okay, before a glance at the clock on his bedside had her realising the late hour.

  Christian chuckled as she groaned, pushing him away and sitting up. He rolled onto his back again, crossing one arm behind his head.

  Rose reached for the dress that lay on the floor beside the bed, but Christian’s arm caught her, snaking around her waist and preventing her from standing up.

  “Stay,” he asked, sitting up and moving behind her, trailing kisses along her neck.

  “We’ll be late for class,” she said, even as she leaned into him, tilting her head to give him room.

  “Who cares,” he mumbled against her skin, his breath warm against her skin.

  She smiled, unwrapping his arms from around her and standing up, hands on hips, to face him. “Professor,” she scolded him, sternly. “Get out of bed.”

  Mischief danced in his eyes as he grinned, but Rose ignored him, moving out of his reach to the kitchen and pouring herself a glass of water. She busied herself, feeling the memory of yesterday’s revelation flood her veins with apprehension as she searched for her discarded clothes.