In the column of light, Jonas knew where he was going with these black-robed monks. An end to it all after aeons of walking in the void between dimensions. He had been neither in the physical world nor in a dimension of light; able to see humans in one and spirit groups in the other, but he could not interact with either.
Down he went or at least it seemed like descent; he could have been ascending. One thing he noticed was the malevolence of the power grip these demons had on him. His mind seemed encased in metal. He had allowed them to get too close. In fact, he was tired of hiding.
How long had he dreamed of this escape… this closure? He thought of his life in the material world. His devotion to one true god, who had deserted him a long time ago, and left him in prison between existence and non-existence. His sin was to love outside the limits of his chosen path.
The life of a monk had not been for him. At the beginning all had been well with abbey life. Human urges are things that never die away however, no matter how devoted you are to God. On a physical level touching is a primal thing which people use to comfort one another. Oh, how Jonas had missed the touching of his youth through these devotional years. The human body, not meant for abstinence from fornication, with hormones and sperm was a distraction.
The woman he had sinned with; a fisherman’s daughter called Mari. She was the most beautiful thing Jonas had ever seen. Her hair was long, blond and fell around her shoulders. She had an infectious smile which made his heart skip a beat.
He saw her one day when he slipped out of the Abbey grounds and headed for a stroll through the streets of old Arbroath.
“Hello,” she whispered, while passing by.
Jonas was taken aback, because the monks were not spoken to by the locals, and the monks did not speak to them, but he couldn’t resist replying.
“Good day,” he said.
After this brief encounter Jonas went out of his way to bump into her even when he was due for duties or prayer at the Abbey. At night in his bed in the bleak dormitory his thoughts were of Mari—her ethereal beauty filling his dreams. Oh, had God sent this woman to test him if so He had done a good job.
They met wherever they could, at the cliffs, out in the fields. If prying eyes saw them talking the consequences for both were dire. And talk they did, for hours on end covering as many subjects as they dared. Jonas had discovered the way to laugh again helped along by Mari’s zest for life.
One evening in late summer they walked in the fields west of Arbroath. The sun was setting, and a wonderful fragrance of honeysuckle permeated the air. Jonas stopped Mari and held her hands as the red sunlight danced on her blond hair. He pulled her to him and kissed her.
They lay in the long grass and caressed each other. Jonas felt repressed primal urges arise. He desired this woman. With that he pulled open her blouse revealing pert breasts tipped with cherry red nipples which he kissed and licked while Mari moaned. She pulled up his habit and grabbed his manhood, which was erect. She worked her hand up and down the shaft. Jonas gave out a sigh of pure pleasure. He pulled up her dress, parted her legs and pushed his penis into her core. He thrust back and forth while she grunted and put her legs around his body. Then his seed gushed into her, and she laughed. They then rolled over and over giggling before coming to a halt and releasing each other, to lie bathed in sweat and gaze at the sky.
She erupted into an evil laugh. “You naughty monk.”
“I don’t care anymore,” he replied.
“It’s time we got back before we’re both missed.”
“I want to stay here with you forever.”
Then they rose and walked back to the town hand in hand.
The white column faded, and Jonas found himself in a dark cave, a thing he didn’t expect. The black-robed monks had gone, along with the power grip. There was distant chanting filling the cave.
Jonas recognised the mantra, and drawn on through the cave toward, it chilled his soul. It can’t be, he thought, the Black Dimension wasn’t a cave where he once walked in the physical world.
The day Mari had told him she was pregnant with his child he sought refuge in a cave along the cliffs wondering what to do. If the truth had become common knowledge, he would have been thrown out of the brotherhood, and Mari would have been rejected from the local community.
It was this cave. The structures were the same. Only now he was passing through them as opposed to walking around them. The chanting! Oh, the chanting! He now realised what to expect in this…
his personal hell.