The Droplet

By Michael Lashaun Durant

In this riveting tale, you will discover the growing pains of unchecked hidden desires, curses, true love, horror, and suspense. Come take this journey to experience the full feeling of love and devotion to someone other than yourself. After reading this, you will understand why it may just be a good thing that we are naturally afraid of the things that go "bump" in the night.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Newman Springs Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Nov 28, 2023
• ISBN: 9798887630274

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The Droplet

Michael Lashaun Durant

Copyright © 2022 Michael Lashaun Durant

All rights reserved

First Edition

NEWMAN SPRINGS PUBLISHING

320 Broad Street

Red Bank, NJ 07701

First originally published by Newman Springs Publishing 2022

ISBN 979-8-88763-025-0 (Paperback)

ISBN 979-8-88763-026-7 (Hardcover)

ISBN 979-8-88763-027-4 (Digital)

Printed in the United States of America

To the late Ladawn Durant. It was you who challenged/motivated me to write this.

1

The Fallen!

In the beginning, during the time of the great casting, the heavens were sparking with many colors and sounds. Bright lightning and deep thunder filled the clouds. Vast structures made out of gold, and precious stones canvassed the kingdom as far as the eye could see, providing residence for all of the inhabitants. Planted in the center of it all was a beautiful enormous temple which housed the divine throne. A series of stairs ran down from the throne and ended at a huge courtyard with four corners. Placed in each corner was a sculpture made out of pure ivory in the image of mighty beast of the earth. There was an image of a lion, an eagle, a wolf, and a bear. The ground was made out of a rare gem that appeared colorful at times but could also be transparent in order to gaze upon the universe and all within. The voice of God moved through the air and shook the foundations of the heavens violently as he spoke to the angels.

The heavens were filled with angels. Each of them was given a special purpose, and with that purpose, possessed a unique power to carry out their task. Among them were keepers of the stars, warriors, messengers, storm benders, masters of the sea, rescuers of men, and ushers of death. Captains of each group bore the title of archangel.

The angels were adorned with golden sandals upon their feet, a golden belt around their waist, and a golden ring hovering above their head. The captains were blessed with a crown that did not hover but rested directly upon their head in place of a ring. These rings and crowns became known to mankind as halos. The name of each angel was etched deep into their halo, and the majestic power of God flowed through it allowing them to do all sorts of amazing things.

Fierce and powerful swords were forged out of the burning star, Rueniere. A single blade was given to each of them. These weapons were unbreakable. Engraved along the blade were the words El tin neeci El riole thro ve ciona lay torro pi lamanthro de elezi miacro azel. The translation meaning, God is high. God is mighty. I am his fury and wrath. I am his hand and wonder. I am his angel.

These beings were created perfect, lacking nothing, but each of them carried a heavy burden upon their shoulders. They were charged with the obligation of complete obedience to reflect the purity of their hearts aligning always with the heart of their father. Not all angels were pure at heart though. An archangel called Lucifer started a rebellion against his father. He believed that no angel should have to spend an eternity without the freedom of self-gratification. This type of thinking quickly began filling his heart with lust, transforming it and consuming it with evil. But he was not alone in his thoughts and desires. It didn't take long for many others to share in these impurities. Among the many was Pyrus, a messenger to the sons and daughters of Adam concerning right and wrong. With the power of influence, he could manipulate one's subconscious with a single whisper.

One day, Pyrus came to Adam as he tilled the ground and reminded him that a man shall eat by the sweat of his brow. As he whispered into his ear, Adam pricked himself with a thorn. A small drop of blood fell from his hand. Pyrus saw the one drop of blood and became intrigued by it. He was fascinated by the bright warm color of it and how gently it rolled and glided along Adam's calloused skin. He stared for a moment in time at the drop of blood as it slowly fell to the ground. Like a thirsty sponge, the earth happily soaked up the bead of blood. Immediately without a trace, Pyrus dashed back to the heavens, replaying the image of what he saw in his head as he whooshed away.

Bursting with anxiety, he struggled to keep the strange experience to himself. In the distance, he saw Lucifer. He thought to himself, Surely I can tell him. he can keep a secret. Pyrus waited until the time was just right before approaching him. Lucifer, have you ever witnessed the drop of man's blood? How it flows so gracefully? How it reflects against the light? How its color is so warm and bright and can heat up even the coldest of nights?

Lucifer, interested by the plight and being a master of deceit and manipulation himself, slowly turned toward him with a very delicate smile. Why, Pyrus, has God said one should not explore his own curiosity? Such a question fueled Pyrus wonder even more.

As time passed on, the image began to burn with fire inside of Pyrus greater each day. One day, Cain, a son of Adam, became very angry with his brother, Abel. Pyrus came to Cain to remind him to live with peace with all men. In that very moment, the image of the blood droplet replayed before Pyrus. Yearning more to relive the moment at the flow of it, he whispered to Cain, Strike him! Strike him hard! Strike him and let the blood flow!

With no hesitation, he hit his brother with a large wooden club. As Cain struck Abel, blood burst from Abel's body, spilling all over his garments and onto the ground. Like a river, the blood continued to pour.

Being filled with lust of its flow and dazed by its streams, Pyrus forgot his original message for Cain. Abel fell to the ground while his blood pooled in the dirt. When God heard the cry of the spilled blood, he looked down upon the earth, and with a thundering voice echoing through the clouds, he asked Cain, What is this, which you have done son of Adam? He expressed back to God that he wasn't his brother's keeper. This was the first murder of mankind.

Up in the heavens as time went on, the hearts of more angels became more corrupt. The hearts of men also became more evil as they rapidly multiplied upon the face of the earth, and in doing so, bloodshed also became common everywhere they dwelled due to Pyrus and his lust. Time continued to move forward; years and decades continued to pass as quickly as yesterday leaps into today. Pyrus continued struggling staying true to his created purpose, and while battling with new curiosities, would often have moments of fatigue. His evil thoughts quickly began venturing into other areas other than the shedding of man's blood.

One day, many years later, Pyrus looked down onto a farm at Amy, a servant girl. The master of the house took his family, along with most of his servants, to the neighboring village to sell crops because of their big harvest. It was still very early in the evening when she saw that she had finished nearly all of her chores for that day. The farm seemed quiet and peaceful. This state of calmness only happens once a year, the harvest.

She decided to take advantage of the peacefulness by taking a bath in the back of one of the barns in an old wooden tub that was sometimes used to water the horses. As she soaked there, time drifted away from her. She soon finished her bath and began to dry off. As she was getting dressed, Pyrus came to remind her that the master of the house said that he would return early to entertain a rich man from out of town who wanted to buy some livestock.

As Pyrus came up from behind her to whisper, she turned around while continuing to pull up her dress. He saw part of her left breast and nipple. He marveled at what he was seeing and at the unusual feeling of arousal he was experiencing for the first time. He's never looked at a mortal woman in such a way or ever felt so alive by a mere human before. He stopped and gazed upon her breast at the sight of how the curves fell gracefully and perfectly along her body. He took notice at the creamy smooth soft skin and at the ripe pink nipple. He immediately remembered what Lucifer said, Why, Pyrus, has God said one should not explore his own curiosity?

Without giving a second thought, Pyrus snatched her up into his arms and lifted her off the ground. Startled and frightened by being grabbed by some unknown, unseen entity, Amy begins to scream. Before she can even get one whimper out, Pyrus pushed aside her garments and slid inside of her. Instantly her fright subsided. Because he was supernatural and she was indeed mortal, her body instantly melted within his grasp. As soon as he thrust himself inside of her, she immediately had an orgasmic experience like none other. Because of his angelic attributes, her body continued to have powerful orgasms one after another continuously. Every time one would release, another immediately followed. With every stroke inside of her, she erupted.

Pyrus suddenly realized the pleasant satisfying sensation of being inside her warm, moist body. He smelled the scent of her hair. He felt the pressure of her vagina building and releasing as the muscles of her organs intensified and relaxed around his cock. Her flower clinched his stem tightly with each stroke. His rod slid in and out, in and out, and with every couple of forward pumps, she climaxed again. She was exploding all over his big hard staff. Each explosion was more and more intense than the previous.

Subconsciously without thinking, she wrapped her arms around him. Her fingers buried themselves within his feathers and clawed into his back even though she could not see him. He felt the tender caress of her welcomed embrace around him and thought, Is this what it feels like when a woman makes love to a man? As tears began to roll down her face, she mustered enough strength and whispered deeper while moaning. He heard her request of wanting more and was stunned by the amount of enjoyment she was receiving from him invading her body.

He drove in deep, very deep. He's stroking her very deep and slow. Amy could feel him drive deeper inside of her. It felt like it's in her stomach. Amy erupted even harder this time. Her arms went numb and limp. Her grasp around him became untangled as her arms released their grip. They hung from her body dangling in the air, along with her head tilted back like a rag doll. She had no more energy, but her vagina would not stop exploding. Her walls continued to melt around his big rock-hard flesh. Juices oozed out of her opening and trickled through the maze of hairs and down her thigh.

Just then, John, one of the field-workers, walked into the barn. He's startled and stopped dead in his tracks, frightened by the sight of Amy's nearly naked body levitating in the air. His first thought was to run and flee, but he stopped for the moment. He watched closely, trying to refocus, to make sure his eyes were not playing tricks on him. As he watched, he saw Amy's breast out and free, bouncing back and forth. He saw her legs spread wide apart. He gazed at her private area and took notice of how wet it appeared. It's so wet that it's running down her thighs. He looked a little bit closer. It even seemed to be pulsating, as if something was pumping in and out of it.

He gathered the courage to speak. In a childlike manner, he said, Amy, are you okay?

Startled Pyrus by catching him off guard, he quickly dashed back to the heavens without a trace, dropping her from his mitts. Amy's body fell to the ground onto a pile of hay. She curled up and placed her hands between her thighs trying to calm herself as her body shook, and that wet area continued to throb and ache for more pleasure.

Pyrus quickly returned to the heavens, and heavy guilt immediately began to set in, rushing in, and overwhelming him like a flood. So burdened by guilt because all saw what he had just done. He had not the strength to lift his head. While eyes fixed to the heaven's floor, he heard a familiar voice. With explorations like that, you had to have been filled to the top and overflowing with much curiosity. You were filled with so much curiosity that you even manifested a cock of a man upon your body. You fool, angels were not created with loins that of a man. They are mortal! We are forever!

Pyrus looked down, and there, just hanging, was a large penis like that of a man that wasn't there before. Lucifer, did I really manifest this flesh upon my body? How can I get rid of it? Ple-e-ease, tell me how! I will do anything, just tell me!

Lucifer continued to taunt him. While smirking, Lucifer said, Once you've created it, it's yours to keep. I'm more concerned with what are you going to do with that up here? Ha ha ha ha ha ha! laughing uncontrollably.

Suddenly there is a loud voice that moves across the air, a voice so heavy, a voice so deep. The ground shook along with everything in sight. There was an instant silence everywhere. Michael, the captain of warriors, was summoned. No one dared to speak. Michael was never summoned before the throne! There was an unnerving silence throughout the heavens for almost half an hour. Then Michael came down from before the throne holding a scroll in one hand. He carefully and cautiously took every step down the stairs from before the throne. Stopping on the very last step, Michael looked around at everyone, slowly turning his head. Everyone waited to hear him speak.

You all have brought this upon yourselves. Your actions, being the product of your hearts, have forced the hand of God, our Father. He clinched his sword with his right hand and slowly removed it from its sheath. He then quickly raised it and held it above his head, giving the signal to all warriors to assemble. In a flash, every warrior dashed into great formation.

Finally God had enough of angels having evil-filled hearts, like that of man, residing in his presence. On the scroll was written the names of all who were found unworthy. Power was given to Michael and to his warriors to cast out every evilhearted angel from heaven and onto the earth. I, Kaylipto, one of Michael's chief warriors, was among the crowd. I witnessed it all from the beginning to the end. I am telling this story to you in hope that you would somehow understand and find some way to maybe forgive me for my own mistakes.

At the time of the great casting, I was standing by. I was at the ready. My hand was clinched tightly to the sword. My wings were arched and hoisted back awaiting to give that sudden thrust, launching me into the air. While fixed on the prize, my eyes slightly squinted as the crisp cool air glided across, just like the lion staring down his prey without entertaining a single blink. I was waiting. We all were waiting…waiting for the sound of the trumpet.

The trumpet sounded! The horn was so deafening that it sent a cool chill up my spine and along the tips of my wings. Michael lunged forward grabbing Lucifer by the throat, lifting him into the air. I attacked using powers and abilities given to all the warriors. I called upon lightning, striking angels down to the earth. As each angel fell, their halos broke into two halves and fell onto the heavens' floor, along with their swords. They clanked and clinked as they hit the floor. I heard Michael yelling far-off to Lucifer, Because of your unworthiness, you and your kind shall be stripped of your access to and from heaven. And because of your dishonor and shame, you shall be stripped of your angelic title and name. You shall no longer be Lucifer the Angel of Light but rather as Satan the Devil and Father of Lies, and your followers shall forever bare the title of Demons the Fallen Ones. Michael swirled his sword rapidly above his head. The skies then blackened, then turned reddish orange as he summoned a violent raging huge whirlwind of fire, casting it at Lucifer, casting him to earth. This is only a taste of what your future holds, my old friend and brother! I saw the scorched feathers of his wings and the two halves of his crown glowing bright red searing hot as he fell.

In the meantime, I continued to battle my way through wave after wave of brothers. Some putting up an impressive fight while others attempted to hide and flee. Two of them tried to hold me down by grabbing onto my wings, but my strength was too great because all of the warriors have been empowered. I flung them off as easily as throwing water droplets from a wet dog's back and then striking them with lightning as they fell to the earth. Some of the other warriors called upon other elements to aid them in battle like ice, wind, water, and even shock waves. Even our swords were proven to be an impressive tool. Each of our swords at our will could transform into blades of fire that was hotter than the sun because of the unique properties of the star each of them held. Many of the fallen angels were dewinged by these flames just before being thrown down to earth. To my surprise through all the commotion, I saw a small glimpse of Pyrus hiding in a far-off corner.

I went and met him in the corner. I then grabbed him, and when I did so, I remembered what he had done and the bloodlust that consumed him. I remembered that since the death of Able until now. He has personally caused the bloodshed and death of tens of thousands of people upon the earth. I was then filled with pity and enraged with anger for what he had just done to Amy, the servant girl. Even now after her encounter with him, she was being casted out from among her family and expected to be burned alive, accused of being a witch and practicing sorcery.

In that moment, I wanted more from him than just throwing him down to the earth. Instead of simply striking him with lightning like I've done with so many others, I went totally against my father's wishes by adding my own vengeances. I cursed him and imprisoned him inside a gigantic glass crystal. The crystal was formed out of the diamondlike mineral that made up the heavens' floor called emperphire, which means divine color. Because you have lusted after the bloodshed of man greatly, you shall always crave its taste. You shall forever carry the thirst of it, and it shall never be filled. The love of blood shall be the destroyer of all other love around you forever indeed! In the name of our Father, this prison shall forever be the home for your angelic body upon the earth!

Suddenly thousands of pieces of glass particles started to uproot themselves from the heavens' floor. They all began to rapidly swirl and come together inside a thick and heavy dust cloud. As the pieces spun and continued to form itself, energy from within took hold and started pulling on Pyrus. His first reaction was to grab hold of me as the force continued to pull him toward its core. His hands were clutched tightly around the wrist of one of my arms as he tried his hardest to keep from being drawn in. I looked into his eyes and saw that he was afraid. I thought to myself that it is good that you are afraid because of the fright that you have brought onto Amy and to so many others in the pursuit of fulfilling your own lust.

I dropped my sword. The flame went out as I attempted to loosen his grip upon me, but he continued to cling on with great determination while being pulled. I used my free hand and began prying his fingers away from my arm one by one. At last, his grip was broken. He fell backward and was immediately sucked up into the dust cloud. The glass pieces completed assembling tightly around him and formed one large crystal mound. The crystal prison was huge. It stood thirty feet in the air and casted a great colorful shadow behind it.

I picked up my sword off the ground. It was cool to the touch and placed it in its sheath. I then quickly flew up and took hold at the top of the towering crystal with both hands. I fiercely thrust my wings trying to move the enormous structure. It was difficult for me at first. I began to strain as I thrust harder. The crystal then began to shake then wobble across the ground a little. Finally, I was able to grip it just right and picked it up off the deck. I started thrusting my wings more intensely carrying it high in the air. I used all of my strength and lifted it over my head and threw it hard as I could to the earth.

The glass meteor rapidly fell to the earth, blazing through the atmosphere, trailing a long tail of fire behind it after being hurled from above. It burst through the earth's atmosphere with enormous might and speed. The skies cracked with sounds of thunder echoing. Every cloud disbursed and dissipated giving way and made room for the falling flaming gem. Wham! It hit the ground with so much force and power that it lifted and uprooted every tree in a ten-mile radius. A great wave of fire, dirt, dust, smoke, and ash engulfed the entire area. Nothing was left standing after the crystal prison buried itself deep into the earth. The dust finally settled, and there's nothing to see anywhere except scorched dirt and burning tree stumps.

When the battle was all over, thousands of swords and broken halos blanketed the heaven's floor. Michael said this to all of us who remained in the heavens, "Mankind is impure. Their hearts are like sponges of the sea that easily absorb any ideal of wickedness. Your fellow brothers have also fallen victim to this and were consumed by it. Therefore, guard your hearts, keep them pure so that you will remain sons of your Father and pure in his likeness.