Mala'ik: The Fallen

‘It’s coming, my angel. The flames are coming!” Anya said fearfully as men stepped forward with torches. Their eyes sparkling in the torchlight. ‘Be cleansed by the fires of heaven,’ they said and lit the pyre. The flames sprung to life as if they were eager to consume us. I stared through the fiery haze and at the people cheering in the night. I knew it could only be a moment before the flames touched us. I could hear Anya’s heart beat in her chest, could feel her fear as the fire got closer and could see the sweat trickling down her naked flesh. Still, the people cheered waiting with excitement for the first scream of pain. How foul the mortal soul has become. How twisted their beliefs and morals were. My only thought was their churches made them this way out of their lust for power over others. Anya clung to me as the flames were mere inches away. ‘What is it like in heaven, Mala’ik?’ she gasped. I could see strands of her golden hair begin to burn. I could see her pale flesh had begun to redden. I sighed sadly,. ‘Look into my eyes, my love and do not turn from them,’ I said. She did as I asked, weeping with all her heart. ‘I’ll show you heaven in them,’ I said. She nodded. I opened myself to her. I felt the first kiss of the fire as my clothes were ignited. I gasped with pain. ‘Mala’ik!’ Anya said concerned. I did not answer.