The carpet felt refreshing against his back. He could see the cherry oak inlaid: "Mass La Post." "Come on." he figgetted. Jannett walked into the room and stood over her boyfriend. Her skirt was above his face. "I'll keep an eye on the muffin." Jake winked up at her. She kicked him in his side, "Their about done." The space within the pentagram appeared to have openned. Jake blinked slowly to measure his view. The cherry oak inlaid in the ceiling became fluid and swirling. It was a pentagram that covered the ceiling. Jannet streatched her hands upward. Jake pulled her down ontop of him, "You've got to be ready. You've got know what to do." They kissed. A scratching and buzzing came from the ceiling. Their clothes caught fire. The flames began to eat away at their flesh. Neither made a sound. An unearthly rose up. Diablo. Jakes eye's boiled as he glimsed the beast. Jannett raised herself to see and collasped back onto Jake. The pain numbed and all went black. "Leave it." two words stung at Jake like a wasp. He woke in Paradice with Jannett. "It's true. The Bible was right." Jannett stood up and ran her hands through her long raven hair. They were naked and radiantly beautifull. Jake laughed and kissed his bride. Things they couldn't think about were all about them. Jannet pointed to the beast and prostrated herself before the Seraphim. Jake fell flat beside her. "O ye servants of pleasure, sing the praises of the Earth." the Angel did herald; "become the living dwelling of God." Jake and Jannett intertwined like serpents. Their passion could never end. Their mouths and paramores were gorged. They could not stop; nor did they have the will to do so. The Angel clapped and they danced and pranced, leaping and rolling in the lush green fields: "O ye that range! I will magnify your glory." Jake ate of the fruit of Paradise as did Jannett. Their mortal bodies had been shed and with them any free will. They were the property of Diablo.