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Story Type: Love
Gender of Pets: Chip is male and Gracie is female.
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[Sonmi-451]

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Madeline (f)..............Madeline (f)............................................Sirius (m)

An angel in gold, a demon in black
I nearly gave you a heart attack

100 years ago

"Maddie, Maddie, you can't die!" my brother called out, his voice distant to my ears even though his face was mere inches from mine. "You can't leave me, and Mommy, and Daddy! We love you too much!"
A tear of sadness trickled down my cheek as I struggled to utter, "I'd love to stay James, but I'm afraid my time has come, so all I can do is take death by the hand and greet it like an old friend. Tell Mom and Dad I love them, and James..." I had to pause to regain enough energy to speak, "I will always love you."
My vision began to fade, James' adorable face becoming nothing more than a dark mass of color and then... nothing.

"An angel in gold, a demon in black, you died of a heart attack," a voice that seemed to be a million miles away chanted.
Blinking ever so slowly and laboriously, I raised a hand a mere inch and then lost the strength to sustain it, my limp arm falling back down to my side.
"Where am I?" I managed to utter, my voice's low, guttural tones seeming alien compared to the quiet, nice sound I had been gifted with before. Before I had died. A flood of memories washed over my mind, and my eyes became damp as I remembered my last moments: James' cries of denial, me telling him that I would always love him, and, worst of all, knowing that I had to leave them. Forever.

"You are in heaven," the chanter told me, and my breathing eased a little, "but not for long." My heart began to race again, and somehow I found the strength to sit up despite the fact that my body seemed to be made of lead.
"What do you mean?" I breathed, my attempts to gaze through the mist around me with my blurred vision in vain. Eventually, after much straining of my eyes, I gave up the on the fact of seeing who I was speaking to and resigned myself with staring off in the distance, although there wasn't anything to stare at.
"Demons don't belong in heaven." The reply was short and exasperated, as though I should have known it myself. Slowly holding a hand up to my face, I could tell, even with my eyesight being as bad as it was, that my body wasn't what it was supposed to be.

My tanned skin that I had prided myself on was gone, replaced by a mixture of blue fur and scales that seemed to weigh my body down, and, instead of a hand, there was a paw, like what my Bernese Mountain Dog Lillian had had, but my toes were tipped with razor-sharp claws that looked lethal. As I tried to draw myself into a standing position, I nearly fell over and just managed to catch myself with my front paws.
"You aren't a biped anymore," came the chanter's amused voice, and I could just imagine the smirk on the unknown's face, although I had no idea what the chanter looked like; in fact, I couldn't even tell what gender it was.
"Then what am I?" I snarled, my growl much more ominous and dangerous than I had intended it to be. Standing on all four legs was natural, as though I couldn't stand on two legs anymore, and I was worried. I was worried that the chanter was speaking the truth; that I wasn't a biped anymore, that I really was a demon, and I needed to find out, for the sake of my sanity.
"You are a demon: half-dragon and half-dog. You new, hideous form is punishment for the vanity and arrogance you exhibited during your mortal life." I lowered my head and flattened my new-found ears at the chanter's words. I had never believed my family when they told me I should change my ways, and here I was paying for it with the only thing I had ever really cared about: my beauty.
"You are not stuck in this form though, Madeline." My ears perked up and a flash of desperate hope shot through me, giving me strength and causing me to cling onto every word the chanter said like my life depended on it, even though I wasn't even alive anymore. "Because of the fact that you truly loved and cared for your Bernese Mountain Dog Lillian during your mortal life, your other form will be that of an angelic Bernese Mountain dog."
I raised my head in astonishment and voiced my confusion. "What?" I asked dumbfoundedly, knowing that what the chanter said was positively ridiculous and that I musn't have heard correctly.
"An angel in gold, a demon in black, physical age you shall lack." I began to scream as my vision dissipated, the scenery around me becoming black and then... nothing.

I awake to the broken blackness of the night sky, its depths split by the tiny pinpoints of light we call stars. I have always loved stars, and during my mortal life I even envied them for their perfection and radiance. How incredible those balls of fire are, millions of miles wide yet so far away that they are no bigger than pinheads. How innocent, how beautiful... so unlike myself. Perhaps that is why I find solace in them.
"I wonder what it would be like to meet a star," I muse out loud. "Well, if they have mortal forms, that is." I sit up and mentally change the color of the mask on my face to a pure gold, transforming my body into a clear-blue-eyed Bernese Mountain Dog with shimmering white wings.
"What would I call the star? I would call him a sir of course, but would a 'Your Majesty' in addition be more respectful? I suppose I'll find out when I die again." A wan half-smile crosses my face at the meager joke, as, due to the fact that I am a demon and an angel, I cannot die. Sighing heavily, I trudge onward, my black paws settling into a rhythm that acts like my heartbeat magnified.

Sirius watches the newcomer with interest; he hasn't seen a creature like her before. She seems to be the living oxymoron of both an angel and a demon, which is even more uncommon than Sirius's star-incarnate state. Even so, the pure physical beauty of her angelic form is almost overwhelming. Crystal clear blue eyes stare out of a serenely stunning face framed by perfect markings of black, white and brown and fluffy white wings seem to float atop her body like two perfectly white clouds. Her demon form is not nearly as stunning, with her eyes becoming a venomous gold, her markings changing into blue and gold scales and her feathered wings replaced by leathery, bat-like ones, but her eminent intelligence is still there, and her possibility to be dangerous is magnified greatly. Sirius admires her gracefulness, even in her demon form, as he watches her stalk a rabbit, and, faster than a striking snake, close her powerful blue jaws on the furry body, rendering it lifeless.
She lets the rabbit fall from her mouth, with a sad half-smile across her face. "I used to think I was too good to eat vermin. Now I think vermin deserve a better fate than to be eaten by me."
She swallows, almost painfully, and pushes the small carcass away. "You are too good for me," she whispers, bending her head over the body, a single tear trickling over the split mask that covers her face.

"Who are you?" she snarls at Sirius, baring her three-inch long venomous fangs. Even though she cannot she him in the blackness that surrounds him, she lunges blindly into the darkness.
Deftly dodging her attempt to bite him, he replies with an air of amusement, "I am the creature you just tried to kill." Stepping out of the shadows, his mirth disappears as he senses her emotion change.
"Who are you?" she asks again quietly, this time backing up in fear of him. "Or rather, what are you?"
"I could ask the same question of you." Sirius hadn't been expecting fright as a reaction to his appearance, and is rather taken aback. After all, if anyone is to be afraid of the way anyone else looks, it should be Sirius afraid of her, not the other way around. Her toxic yellow gaze, muted with terror, meets his for a millisecond and instantly he is able to read her mind like a book.

Images assail Sirius like arrows. A mirror, the reflection of a beautiful teen aged girl in it. The happy, smiling faces of a family, the same girl making the rest of the people in the family appear plain next to her radiance. A Bernese Mountain dog, its side pierced by a dagger. An old crone with a background of pure white...
Wait, Sirius knows that crone. That is Lucalia, gatekeeper to the afterlife. How does this creature know of Lucalia?
Pulling himself out her mind and shaken by the experience, Sirius questions her gently, "What happened to you?"

"I didn't realize such a thing was possible," Sirius murmurs, looking over at his new acquaintance Madeline and yet again being struck by her beauty. The yellow eyes that he used to think were venomous he now finds stunning; her blue scales shimmering in the firelight make her masked face appear even more mysterious and radiant.
"Well, I'm living proof that it is." She raises her gaze from the flames before her to look him directly in the eye, and a small smile crosses her face.
"What? Am I just that funny-looking?" he asks her, a grin spreading across his face in spite of himself.
"No. I've just never had anyone brave enough to actually care about what happened. In fact, you're the first one that been brave enough to even get within a hundred feet of me on purpose." Sirius feels like he is drowning in her seductive gaze, and has to mentally shake himself to keep his wits about him.
"Well I find you quite a nice personality, and I'm sure many more people would if they were to meet you." The grin on Sirius's face is gone and is replaced by a look of frank admiration for Madeline. Breathless, his gaze travels up and down her body, taking in every beautiful detail. "I also find you rather stunning," he whispers, his eyes meetings hers again as a small smile quirks his lips.
"You must be blind then," she answers coldly, "for I am not beautiful. I used to be, when I was a human, but now I am not and don't wish to be."
"Madeline," Sirius murmurs quietly, "you are incredibly beautiful and you are in no position to deny the truth." Possessed by love at first sight and stupidity, he leans over and kisses her gently, then pulls away quickly as he realizes what he has done.
"I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have done that." His tongue stumbles over the words and, for the first time, the great Sirius Von Nebula isn't eloquent. He holds his breath for a few long seconds as he waits for her reaction, and is about to turn purple when her face finally shows some change.
"It's all right, as long as you forgive me for doing this." She leans in and returns his kiss with one of his own.
"You are most certainly forgiven." His crystal-clear blue eyes twinkle as he absorbs every detail of her face, so close to his.
"Good, although I wouldn't have expected anything different, Sirius." His heart skips a few beats and nearly stops as he realizes that she has figured out who - and what - he really is.

[Horneddragon]

when ever you feel like it, could you write a story bout these?
Pets:
Pet's name: Moon's Shining Star (Twin)

Pet's name: Amber Moon (Moon)

Pet's name: Shaw

I would like it to be a love story between Moon's shining star and Shaw (too shorten their names Moon's shining star is known as twin, and amber moon is known as moon)
Genders: Moons sining star(twin) is the female Shaw and amber moon are males
other: here is some info, the two top dogs are twins Twin the female is in love with shaw, her brother moon does not like him one bit and believes he is bad for her, they are inseparable twins, but her love for shaw is just as great for her brother, NOW this is the part i let you take over, you get to decide if twin stays with her brother, or goes with the love of her life :3

[Sonmi-451]

Lola (f) and Demeter (m)

The wood under my feet quaked violently and began to tilt, and I looked up in horror to see the front of the boat sliding into the churning sea. I was dead as I far as I knew; if I stayed on the ship I would get crushed by the rest of the vessel collapsing on itself and if I dove into the ocean I would freeze and then drown due to the 30-degree Arctic water.
"God, please save my soul," I murmured, then sat down on the deck and hoped for my death to come quickly.

My head was hurting an awful lot for me to be dead. Blearily I opened my eyes to find myself staring up at an unfamiliar face. As my vision became clearer I realized that it was a man with an eyepatch and a hat emblazoned with the Jolly Roger.
"Who are you?" I asked warily, pushing myself into a sitting position and away from the stranger.
"The most honorable and noble Demeter, privateer, ma'am." His voice was gruff and mocking; I could already tell I didn't like its owner. "And how about you?"
"I have no intention of telling a pirate who I am!" I spat, glaring up at him.
“Ooh, a feisty one, aren’t you?” He extended a hand out to me that I bit, and he drew back, cursing under his breath.
“Maybe I should have let you drown,” he muttered darkly, fixing me with a look of distaste.
“Well why didn’t you then?” I didn’t trust Demeter for anything, and I was sure his motives for keeping me alive were less than honorable.
“Because I need a serving girl. You are pretty and young, so I decided to have the mercy to save you from Davy Jones’ locker.” His lips quirked into a smirk at the look of horror upon my face.
“I will, never ever serve you!” I scooted myself as far away from him as possible and drew my knees up to my chin to protect myself.
“Well I’m afraid you don’t have much choice in the matter, dearie. It’s either serve me or swim with the sharks, and I’m almost positive you don’t want to become fishbait.” His eyes met mine for a few long seconds, and finally he extended another hand out to me, this one meant to help. “So what do you say? It would be a shame to have to make you walk the plank.”
“You have yourself a deal, Mr. Demeter. My safety in return for my servitude.” I took his hand and shook it to formally seal the contract.
“Aye. On my honor that I won’t break it.” He gave me a genuine smile and pulled me off the bed on which I had been sitting. “What is your name, lass?” he asked as I steadied myself on my feet.
“Lola. Just Lola.” His golden gaze met mine and a small grin creased my face in spite of my dislike for him. I knew that he was a trustworthy man, despite his profession.

“Lola!” Demeter bellowed, his voice so loud it could be heard by the sunken ships at the bottom of the ocean.
“Lord, you don’t need to holler so loud as to make me deaf!” Lola exclaimed irritably as she sidled into the room. “What it is you need?” She fixed him with a flat, bored stare but waited for his answer.
“A little more water if you would, dearie.” He gave her his most charming smile, but it did nothing to soften the look of dissatisfaction on her face.
“I’ll be back,” she muttered, then trudged back out of the room.
“I know you will!” he called after her, admiring the view of her backside. Just because she was less than cheerful didn’t stop him from finding her attractive. After she was out of sight, he murmured to himself, “Best not think about that, Demeter. You swore on your honor that she would be safe, and you’d better not tempt yourself to break that promise.” Still, Demeter couldn’t help but think about how nice a front view he might have when Lola came back.

“Is there anything else you’ll be needing?” I inquired, as Demeter took a long gulp from the goblet of water I had brought him.
When his thirst had been slaked, he looked up at me and shook his head. “No, I’m satisfied now dearie; thank you though.” His gaze flickered down to my chest for a brief moment, and I instinctively crossed my arms, all of a sudden self-conscious.
An awkward silence draped the air around us, and I turned to leave, more than happy to be out of Demeter’s company. I heard a low whistle behind me just as I was through the doorframe, and whirled back around to ask, “Did something come to mind that you need?”
“No. Well, um…” A red flush of embarrassment was slowly creeping up Demeter’s cheeks as he looked at me, and a small smirk crossed my face at his discomfort. “Well, you just have… a very nice backside.”
I burst out into a fit of hysterical laughter and finally stopped and looked up, with tears streaming from my eyes, to see him glaring at me with all of the dignity he could manage.
“It’s just an observation!” he shot out defensively, the color in his cheeks only deepening as I continued to giggle.
“Well, seeing as you couldn’t keep your eyes of me earlier, tell me, is the view in front as good as the view in back?” I asked him jokingly after I had gained enough control to speak rationally.
“To be honest,” he replied mischievously, his flush gone and a smirk across his face, “it’s even better.”


Pet's name: Madeline (f) and Pet's name: Quinton (m)

"Oh my gosh sir, I'm so sorry!" The waitress stuttered with fright of me and her boss, and for an instant her gaze left the floor and met mine.

I felt like I was being sucked into her shimmering brown eyes, their depths so perfect and pure and sparked with life; I hadn't ever seen that much vitality contained in a single object.
"It's quite all right," I heard myself saying as I gently grabbed her wrist to stop her from attempting to clean me up. Looking down at my front, I saw that my white shirt was now the brilliant crimson of the tomato soup she had spilled on me and I grudgingly admired how spectacularly it had splattered. "Well, it will be all right as long as you let me change and then take you out for coffee." I didn't know what possessed me to say that, but I couldn't retract my words; all I could do was hope that I wouldn't get slapped.
"Um, ok." Looking desperately back and forth between me and the tall, intimidating man glowering in a suit by the entrance to the kitchen, she clearly decided that I was the lesser of the two evils.
"May I ask what your name is, my dear lady?" I amplified my usually light English accent and gave her the most charming smile I could muster with tomato soup all down my front.
"Madeline." She gave a small smile in return, and I saw that her teeth were perfectly straight and brilliantly white; I liked this Madeline better every moment. "And yours?" Her voice was melodic and beautiful when it wasn't hushed to a terrified whisper, and I found hearing her speak very soothing.
"My name is Quinton, and I do hope I will prove an acceptable companion." I kissed the hand I still held lightly on the knuckles and she jerked back slightly, as though she had been burned. I ignored it, however, and continued my gentlemanly rouse. "Now, about that coffee... if you would come back to my apartment with me and let me get changed so I don't look like I've just murdered someone?"
"Sure." Looking fearfully back at the owner of the restaurant, who was giving her a glare that would have knocked her dead if looks could kill, she seemed very grateful at the opportunity to leave but also very apprehensive about leaving with a complete stranger, and rightfully so; she only knew my first name and had met me a minute before when she had dumped tomato soup down my front and here I was attempting to take her to my home. Oh well. Some situations just couldn't be helped.

As fast as I could I pulled another shirt on, ran a comb through my messed-up hair and then decided it wasn't worth the trouble, and sprayed on some cologne, hoping to erase the current image of a jerk just hoping to get lucky from Madeline's mind. I had never cared that much about what a stranger thought of me before, but I hadn't met someone like Madeline before either.
I opened the door of my bedroom to find her sitting elegantly on my sofa, one leg crossed over the other. She gazed at me, almost scared, almost defiant, then rose to her feet and gave me an unsure grin.
"Why'd you put on cologne?" she asked me, her brown eyes looking up at me from her height of about five foot six.
"Well I didn't really intend to go around smelling like a big tomato; that might attracted some unwanted attention." I returned her smile with a very sincere one of my own, trying to ignore the urge to wrap my arms around her waist.
"It certainly would get my eye - or my nose, I should say." Madeline was visibly starting to relax, her grins coming easier and her eyes sparkling even more.
"I said unwanted attention. Yours I wouldn't mind at all." I wasn't able to stop myself from embracing her and yet didn't regret it when I did; she was amazingly warm, and I liked the way she felt in my arms.
She pulled away quickly and turned her face away from me. "We should go," she suggested, almost inaudibly, and I could see the fright and tension return to her face.
Wordlessly I opened the door for her and then closed it behind her, locking it in one fluid motion.
"After you." I gestured with my hand towards the stairs and gave her a small grin for encouragement, but her face remained like stone. Maybe I really had ruined my chances of her thinking me anything except for a promiscuous jerk.

It was a relief to dash into the comforting warmth and cozyness of the coffee shop out of the near blizzard that was happening outside; I felt my appendages immediately begin to warm up as we stepped through the door. Pulling my hood off, I shook a fair amount of snow off of it and removed my gloves.
"Get any frostbite along the way?" I asked Madeline jokingly, flashing her my most charming grin.
However, even that only amounted to a shaky smile and a quiet, "No, I think I'm good," in reply.
My date with Madeline really wasn't off to a very auspicious start.

"Is your coffee good?" I asked her, trying to start a conversation.
"Yes, very, thank you." The words came mechanically, with no emtion; clearly her mind wasn't with me in the coffee shop. After a few seconds of awkward silence, she asked abruptly, startling me out of my trance of admiration, "What is that?"
I followed her gaze to a beam above us, where some kind of green plant adorned with red berries was hung. "I do believe it's mistletoe."
"Why in the heck is there mistletoe in October?" she muttered, glaring up at the innocent sprig as though it had wronged her personally and there was vengeance due.
"Perhaps because one would believe it's December based off the conditions outside." I kept my voice and my facial expression in check, but inwardly I was rejoicing, because I knew exactly what you were supposed to do under mistletoe and I had wanted to do that with Madeline ever since I had met her. However, I said nothing and we both sipped our coffee in silence for a long minute. At last she stood up, her cup empty, and threw the thing away, then settled back down at our table, her gaze going anywhere except on me. In haste I drained my own coffee, nearly choking in the process due to drinking too quickly, but, dignity intact, I threw my own cup away and came back to where Madeline was waiting.
She rose from her seat and gave him an extremely shy smile. "Well, thank you for coffee and for giving my boss some time to cool down. I'm sorry I made it look like you killed someone earlier and that I ruined one of your shirts, so I guess I'll be going now, since work is just a block from here."
"Madeline, you're forgetting something," I told her, seizing my chance, and she whirled around, alarmed.
"What? Did I leave my phone on the table or something?"
"No. It's just... that." I gestured to the mistletoe, which was currently directly above us and making my heart pound at an extremely fast rate.
"Oh." She looked warily between the plant and I, then finally decided there was no escaping the eminent situation. "Well, um..."
I silenced her by drawing her up in my arms and planting a firm, passionate kiss directly on her lips. When I released her I thought for sure I was going to get slapped, but all Madeline did was say, "Fair enough," with a small smile on her lips, and then return my kiss with one of her own, her arms thrown around the back of my neck like the happy couple I had always hoped to be a part of.

[Llover]

Your last story is awesome. I feelz the epicness.

[Wesley]

Does anyone have any fave dogs they would like me to write a story on?

Are you serious!? Wow! I'd love a story on how Rain & Thunder came together. Be creative. Rain is very gentle and sweet and Thunder tries to be out there and handsome. x3 Like a gentleman.

Your stories are amazing. Bravo! I love your pets, too! And couples.

Edit - I can pay you a BW. /*bribez*

[Sonmi-451]

Does anyone have any fave dogs they would like me to write a story on?

Are you serious!? Wow! I'd love a story on how Rain & Thunder came together. Be creative. Rain is very gentle and sweet and Thunder tries to be out there and handsome. x3 Like a gentleman.

I'd be happy to do a story, no bribes needed, but do you have pets that are like Rain and Thunder? It's often easier for me to write if I can get a visual of my subjects.

[Wesley]

Rain & Thunder are the CS dogs in my siggy. <33

[Sonmi-451]

Locked Doors....................................Penelope......................................Shut Windows

Heaven is perfect, heaven is wonderful.
Or at least that's what Penelope was always told.
But even in heaven there are things to be hidden.
Even in heaven everyone cannot be trusted.
Even in heaven there are locked doors and shut windows, with secrets behind every one.
And even in heaven, those locked doors and shut windows and the secrets they hide
Can mean death.

Part I:

Death really wasn't painful, Penelope reflected. One sharp burst, and it was over; her pride had been more hurt than her physical body because she had died in disgrace, a hated outcast. But in heaven, everyone was beautiful, everyone was perfect, everyone was the same. There was no conflict, because everyone knew everything about everyone, so their were no secrets. Or so Penelope thought.

She longed to take her mask off, as it just felt wrong, but her fear of the punishment - being cast out from heaven, never to return - was greater than her urge to rip the thing off her face. Taking a deep breath, she lowered her pink eyes and kept her gaze well away from anyone else's; in heaven people could read each other's minds with just one second of eye contact and thinking about breaking the Holy Rules was just as bad, with the same consequences, as actually disobeying them. It was interesting, she thought, that structure and rules - the same things that caused so many problems and so much restriction on Earth - were used to make everyone free in heaven. But she was just a lowly angel, one of millions, not fit to think about such things as the many paradoxes of heaven, and it was treason against the most holy and perfect Lord God himself if one were to think about such things. And there was another contradiction - you knew everything but were only allowed to think about certain things. Everywhere she turned hypocrisy was blatant, but she was the only one that seemed to know or care. Perhaps that was because she was, like always, an outsider, different, this time shunned for thinking about the unthinkable. It was the story of her life- and now apparently her death.

The first whisper she had heard in almost a thousand years tickled her ears and pulled at her curiosity, drawing her towards its source. The thought that eavesdropping probably wasn't smiled upon crept into her mind as she stood silently with her ear pressed against the door; however, the idea that heaven was based upon unity and all-knowing was being violated merely by the closed door, so she figured that her sin could be excused in the wake of the huge one she had discovered.

"We will die if we are caught!" a sharp voice murmured, and Penelope instantly knew who it was: Laviticus, the Most Noble and Righteous Chief of the Elders Council.
"No stupid angel is going to find us out; they still think heaven is perfect!" the sly, intelligent Marcus, the Most Noble and Righteous Overseer of Justice, shot back, and she could picture in her mind exactly what he looked like, the vivid image of his stunningly handsome, almost cruel, mask-hidden face filling her mind. Gritting her teeth slightly at the insult against her and all of her fellows, she resolved that she would listen to the best of her ability in the name of the justice of heaven. Although, with the Overseer of Justice being involved in the scandal, she didn't know who would deal out his punishment.
"Now, what we have to do is find some way to get rid of that old fool Aurelius..."

Penelope's eyes widened in horror as she listened to their plan; they were going to try to murder His Holiness Aurelius, King of the Angels, and then claim themselves Princes of the Angels in his place.
"Such treachery must be stopped!" she murmured to herself, then floated off silently to go expose their wrongdoing to all of heaven.

Part II:

"I am not lying!" Penelope's throat burned like fire from lack of water and her voice was low and cracked due to overuse, but she knew that to become silent would mean her death.
"You must be, because the Most Noble and Righteous Overseer of Justice and the Most Noble and Righteous Chief of the Elders Council could not be involved in such a scandal! You should know that telling such a defamatory lie, especially one involving two of the most important angels in heaven, means-"
"Execution; yeah, I know." Penelope affixed her questioner with a stunning magenta that had wooed many a man during her mortal life; generally she was discouraged from looking anyone directly in the eye due to the fact that her irises were so much prettier than what was normal and therefore acceptable, but she figured that, considering the situation she was in, her eye color was the least of her worries. "I am not crazy, and I am not lying. After all, would I tell a lie that would kill me?" She managed to keep her voice calm and level, even though the inner turmoil she was experiencing was equal to being thrown in a hurricane.
"No, I suppose not." Her questioner seemed sobered by her cool words, or perhaps just was taken with her sheer beauty; Penelope didn't care which it was, since he had shut up finally. "But, but... then everything we've been told about heaven being perfect is a lie!"
Now it was her turn to be stunned. "Yes, I guess so," were the only words she could muster. As her brain began to process the enormity of the lie they had been told, she murmured out loud, "Well, doesn't that mean that heaven doesn't exist? Because heaven is perfection, and if there isn't any perfection, then how can there be heaven?"
"I... I don't know. I don't know anything anymore." His voice dwindled into nothing, and she almost felt sad for him, even though a moment before he had been threatening her with death.
"I don't think anyone does, so you're in lots of company, even if it isn't so good." His mouth twitched involuntarily at her comment, and Penelope gave him a small smile.
"Too true," he agreed. "Well, you might as well go." He gestured towards the perfectly white door and she rose from her seat gracefully. Just as she was about to exit, she paused and turned, saying to him with all of the sincerity in her heart, "Thank you."

"Heaven is just an illusion, and so is perfection," Penelope murmured to herself, not angry but resigned to the fact. "What is this place, then, if it isn't heaven?" The landscape around her was stunningly beautiful but eerily silent; surely a real heaven would be full of life, not of lies. "It it perhaps hell in disguise? Or is it maybe still Earth, and my death and all the time I've spent here are just illusions as well?" The thoughts chased each other around in her head like an eternal game of cat and mouse, giving her an unbearable migraine. Falling to her knees, she brought her hands clumsily up to her temples, attempting to stop the pain that was making her see double.
"What is happening?" she asked aloud of the wilderness around. Her question remained unanswered as she collasped, unconscious.

"I am not lying!" Penelope's throat burned like fire from lack of water and her voice was low and cracked due to overuse, but she knew that to become silent would mean her death.
"You must be, because the Most Noble and Righteous Overseer of Justice and the Most Noble and Righteous Chief of the Elders Council could not be involved in such a scandal! You should know that telling such a defamatory lie, especially one involving two of the most important angels in heaven, means-"
"Execution; yeah, I know." Penelope affixed her questioner with a stunning magenta that had wooed many a man during her mortal life; generally she was discouraged from looking anyone directly in the eye due to the fact that her irises were so much prettier than what was normal and therefore acceptable, but she figured that, considering the situation she was in, her eye color was the least of her worries. "I am not crazy, and I am not lying. After all, would I tell a lie that would kill me?" She managed to keep her voice calm and level, even though the inner turmoil she was experiencing was equal to being thrown in a hurricane.
"No, I suppose not." Her questioner seemed sobered by her cool words, or perhaps just was taken with her sheer beauty; Penelope didn't care which it was, since he had shut up finally. "But, but... then everything we've been told about heaven being perfect is a lie!"
Now it was her turn to be stunned. "Yes, I guess so," were the only words she could muster. As her brain began to process the enormity of the lie they had been told, she murmured out loud, "Well, doesn't that mean that heaven doesn't exist? Because heaven is perfection, and if there isn't any perfection, then how can there be heaven?"
"I... I don't know. I don't know anything anymore." His voice dwindled into nothing, and she almost felt sad for him, even though a moment before he had been threatening her with death.
"I don't think anyone does, so you're in lots of company, even if it isn't so good." His mouth twitched involuntarily at her comment, and Penelope gave him a small smile.
"Too true," he agreed. "Well, you might as well go." He gestured towards the perfectly white door and she rose from her seat gracefully. Just as she was about to exit, she paused and turned, saying to him with all of the sincerity in her heart, "Thank you."

"Heaven is just an illusion, and so is perfection," Penelope murmured to herself, not angry but resigned to the fact. "What is this place, then, if it isn't heaven?" The landscape around her was stunningly beautiful but eerily silent; surely a real heaven would be full of life, not of lies. "It it perhaps hell in disguise? Or is it maybe still Earth, and my death and all the time I've spent here are just illusions as well?" The thoughts chased each other around in her head like an eternal game of cat and mouse, giving her an unbearable migraine. Falling to her knees, she brought her hands clumsily up to her temples, attempting to stop the pain that was making her see double.
"What is happening?" she asked aloud of the wilderness around. Her question remained unanswered as she collasped, unconscious.

Part III:

"Am I dead again? If I am, I really hope I'm not in another false heaven." Penelope lifted her hand slowly, expecting the movement to take more effort than she could give. A jolt of realization electrified her blood as she discovered that her hand was weightless, and, raising it to in front of her face, she saw that it was a pure white, so brilliant that it was almost blinding to look at.
"What has happened to me?" she asked aloud, letting her hand fall back down to the surface she was laying on. Looking around her, she found that she was in some kind of cloud of mist permeated with white light. However, the light didn't seem to have a source; it seemed to come from the mist itself. As though a trigger had been pulled, instantly pain shot through her head, making her eyes water profusely.
"Well, my head hurts too much for me to be really dead, but that still doesn't answer the question of my whereabouts." When her vision had finally cleared enough for her to see her surroundings again, a gasp escaped her mouth as she saw they had changed drastically. Now she stood in the middle of a dungeon of sorts, with chains hanging from the walls, a single immaculate shut window and a lone perfect door.
"That's odd." Penelope eyed the door and window with growing suspicion, knowing she had seen them somewhere before, when it hit her; they were of the same exact design as the doors and windows inside the palaces of heaven.
"Oh no." Her heart sank down to her navel and she swallowed the lump of panic in her throat with some difficulty. "Is this some test?!" she cried aloud to the stone ceiling. "Are you trying to see how much I can stand before I break?!"
Her voice all of its volume and conviction until it was almost inaudible. "Because I think I'm already broken."

Part IV:

"I don't have a choice, do I? I either walk through that door and face whatever's in there or I'm stuck here. Oh, Lord God Almighty, this day - or however long it's been - couldn't get any worse!" Penelope settled herself down on the rough stone floor, knowing that failing to think all of her options through could very well result in death - for the third time? Even if she had died three times already, she was in no hurry to repeat the experience.
"I know I can't stay here, wherever here is," she murmured, gesturing to the hideous surroundings. "I don't know what's beyond that door, but my guess is it isn't very pleasant, considering my past encounters with such things. Well, I think I have to go through that door, and whatever's beyond it I can take; after all, I've already died twice, so I don't think that dying a third time would be that bad."
She rose to her feet again, taking deep breaths to calm herself. Death really wasn't that unpleasant, she reminded herself; one sharp burst of pain and it was over. Or at least she hoped all deaths were like that.

"I can't believe it, I just can't believe it!" she exclaimed, too stunned for any other coherent words.
"I know, child, I know. I know everything, you see." She tried to look up at God but found it impossible, considering that his face was always morphing between an infinite number of different expressions and shapes. "And my face is always changing because I am part of everyone who has ever lived, and therefore all of their faces are my own."
"Are you... Are you part of me?" she asked shyly, finally raising her gaze to look God in the eye. His irises were beautiful; she found their color-changing incredible rather than grotesque, as his face-changing was, and the intelligence and kindness radiating from them was overwhelming.
"Of course I am, child. In fact, I am even more a part of you due to your time spent in my presence." A beaming smile shone on his ever-transforming face, and Penelope felt instantly relieved.
"Well, why are you a he then, if you are part of everybody, including girls?" She returned his grin with a bashful one of his own.
"I am not a he really, as I am of both sexes; the male gender was given to me by men in the ancient times, and I am not fond of the stereotyping. After all, you women are invariably less hotheaded and judgmental than men."
"I still can't believe I'm talking to God." She shook her head at the wonder of it all, still stunned literally meeting her maker.
"And I can't believe I've gotten the chance to speak with you, child. You have always been special, ever since you born, and you were destined to do great things in your mortal life. Seeing that you never got the chance to do those things, I think that your time to be great has come, and I would like you to join me in the real heaven as one of my chosen few."
"What?" She mustn't have heard right; there was no way God would think the lowly, exiled angel Penelope was special.
"I want you to join me, in the real heaven," he - or rather, she and he and it - repeated clearly.
"But, but I'm just a lowly angel, not fit to serve as one of your chosen few," Penelope murmured quietly, believing with all her heart the words she spoke.
"Penelope, no one can make you feel inferior without your consent, and the time has come for you to refuse to feel inferior." Her eyes were glued to his, her breath taken away by such a profound statement. Instantly the revelation hit her; everything God had told her was true, and she knew that she had been called to serve.
"I am ready, sir," she replied, a smile spreading slowly but surely across her stunning face.
"Well then, my daughter, let us destroy all bonds holding you back and let us free you forever." Gently God reached up a hand and pulled the half-dark, half-light mask from her face, revealing her beauty for the whole universe to see permanently.

[Wesley]

Many months later, both Saber and Blade were much happier, Blade because she had a red carpet to walk on, and Saber because he had a red carpet to share.

That is the sweetest ending ever. ='] D'awww... D:

For my story...

They are a more sofisticated couple, Thunder always trying to be his best and look his best and fanciest without losing the kid inside of him, and Rain the prettiest of all dogs, a dog so beautiful that it is as if she fell from Heaven itself. I would not like a pack story, they are not wolves, but dogs, a Dalmation and Australian Shepherd. Other than that, be creative!