Love Letters From Hell: The Heart of Heaven and Hell

Love Letters from Hell

by Siege Vonholy

Published by Siege Vonholy

Copyright © 2016 by Siege Vonholy

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Table of Contents

Genesis Revelation§

II Betrayal§

III Secrets

IV Poison§

V Letters

VI War

VII Nevaeh§

VIII Heaven & Hell

IX Cathedral§

X Helen§

XI Escape§

XII Revelation§

XIII Genesis§

End Matter

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Dear: God with us

Genesis

On the coast near a deep, dark maple wooded forest, on the horizon of a sunset eve as the light resembled fire, weaving its way through the howling wind, while slowly dancing with the leaves, watching the sun submit slowly to the forces of time. The forest floor inked with tears of a young boy she found laid against a hallow tree plagued in scars, along his arms to his shoulders, as she was walking alone in the woods. With her hand over his shoulder, she asked the young boy What happened? His jaw was swollen shut with blueberry coloured completions, painted alongside his neck, shoulders, lips and arms, but with little strength he had, he points out into the darkness, towards a wild black oil coloured Mustang, standing out in the distance, she quickly realized the boy had been kicked in the face multiple times by the brute force of the beast, she quickly asked while soul shaken by the encounter, surviving on bravery alone, if the boy was OK. The boy just slightly smiled, while still gazing towards the black stallion, as though it were a standoff between spirit and flesh, just as it raised its legs in the air, while breathing its lungs in and out, consuming the vocal cords of nature, before running off, disappearing into the darkness, hidden behind the harvest of trees. She said her name was Nevaeh, and he responded with lowering his head down to the muddy sand, and wrote his name Edvin, with his fingers dry with the blood wiped from his dripping lips My family and I have just set up camp in the forest nearby, we can help you or take you to the hospital or something? She took his silence for no resistance and helped him up, and walked him to the campsite. Nevaeh’s parents had left to retrieve a few loads of bags from their car, parked almost a half a mile away from the campsite, and only her older sister was there to meet them in shock. She sat him down on a log bench near the campfire, which was still to be lit by her older sister, Nevaeh then ran into one of the tents, and quickly began looking for the medical bag, her parents had packed along with the luggage before they left, which she had mercilessly thrown to the luggage waste, Nevaeh’s older sister, kept screaming out to her It’s near my purple suitcase, right in the back of the tent! She hurried back as they both attended the silent young boy with a glass jaw. Once they realized the only true damage was his jaw, they eased into noticing the young boy was quite violent in features framing his brute charm. He had very light brown skin, strong cheek bones, three tiny perfectly placed beauty marks on his forehead as though tattooed to the position of 7, gripping eyes to his light brown short curly hair. The sister’s parents arrived back and the sisters both quickly explained their encounter, with the still silent young boy gazing out towards the forest. The young boy stood up and immediately collapsed to the ground, Nevaeh and her father quickly picked him up and quickly drove the young boy to the town hospital. The doctor explained, apart from the young boy being unconscious, his jaw was not broken, but had injured the muscles around his neck and jaw, the young boy’s injured swollen throat muscles, made it too hard to breath let alone speak a single word This would take a few days for him to heal, but we will keep him here over night to monitor him Said the doctor towards Nevaeh and her father. Nevaeh persisted to see the young stranger, about the same age as herself, as he lay quietly on top of the hospital bed. Then one day while she was sitting on one of the hospital chairs near the window, she fell asleep beside the bed he slept in... In a smooth voice, she woke up to hearing... Beautiful... The young boy had woken up while she was asleep. He had watched her silent music, her long smooth natural black curly hair, skin matching his own with tiny poker dotted freckles at the bottom of her eyes, beauty marked left jaw, an image to satisfy existence and that first word was in response…

-Beautiful

She woke up in response...

- What? She said.

- Beautiful... you... He said.

- You’re finally talking... She replied.

- I'm sorry you found me this way He said.

- That’s OK... She said Your name is Edvin right?

- Yeah Replied Edvin.

- What were you doing in the forest that day? She asked.

- The Mustang Edvin replied.

- Did it attack you? Said Nevaeh.

- No... He replied I was trying to ride it... I've been trying to gain its trust for a while now.... and this is not my first hospital visit caused by him...

- "Why are you so persistent to ride that horse? She asked.

- Because it saved my life… He said But that's a story for another age... You’re new in town, right?

- Yeah we just bought a vineyard in the area She replied Were planning on sticking around... Is it that obvious I'm an outsider?

- I just haven’t seen a face like yours before He said.

- .... She had no reply.

They continued their connection of thoughts and grew up together as a pair of troubled teen’s as one of the locals. From boys to men best friends in love, but with a jealous older sister, demonizing their existence.... They walked the beach at eve.... Hidden encounters between the grape vines for love.... He loved slow sunny days on the hill side under the oak tree, while she painted the landscape, while he dragged his pencil over dozens of white music staff paper, scoring melodies to the sound of the near ocean waves.

A piece of light violently duplicating roses. Music to the smile this view is life from golden, to gravity holding my soul reflecting True love.... My beautiful tragedy of falling Edvin said while thinking to himself.

- What... Said Nevaeh Why are you staring at me like that... What were you thinking about? She asked in that same moment

- ...You...Only you…

II

The older sister Helen secretly harnessed a deep and violent falling emotion for Edvin, from the day she encountered the silent stranger in woods, and she carried a green heart as it hung cold in her chest. Her forceful emotions driven by vengeance interpreted from her injustice, the man she loved saw through her to embrace the reality of her sister, and drove her heart to a dark green abyss, she was 3 years older than her younger blood, Nevaeh, and Helen was beautiful, with brown straightened hair, rosy lips carried with a bold frame of experience.

She had waited patiently for years praying, believing for a brute figure to have as her own until that day in the forest. Nevaeh was the one charged with the duty of staying back at the camp to prepare the eating settings and the placing of luggage bags, Helen was to go out instead into the forest to look for wood, it was Nevaeh’s first camping trip and Helen was more experienced with practically everything that needed her attention, Nevaeh’s free spirited self-caused her to wander off into the forest on her own, Helen realizing her sister had left on her own, she stayed back to do her sisters job instead. When Nevaeh came back to camp with Edvin she believed her wait was over, only to wait behind the view of her sister, who now has what she truly believes is her gift from God, stolen by her sister.

- His meant to be with me... Helen said to herself.

- I won't let her take him from me... She said.

- I was meant to find him not her... She said.

- She won't take the only thing I’ve ever wanted... She said.

- He will only rightfully love me when she is out of his view... She said.

- I’ll get rid of her Helen kept saying this to herself for years...

Helen’s mind was consumed with her voices, emotions parallel with hate, and her heart followed intent.

She told her family she was leaving for a working trip and would be gone for 3 weeks. Nevaeh had left on a trip to Israel with Edvin, So Helen used this as an opportunity to go find something, an idea, a weapon that would remove her sister from Edvin. She drove across the country through different major cities for 6 days straight, meeting dozens of ideas from spiritual minds, philosophers and artistic dark believers. But there was only one man that could help her. A shadow Alchemist by the name of Vermacov Macoviea. A scientist that could mixed science with Voodoo. He was 5 foot 10 inches tall, 60 years old white man with a garbage belly, rugged face wearing a white dirty tank top over his gray trousers, with his cigarette fingers all over an illegal abortion lab. He had created a drug that could influence your thoughts to action without your will, worse than any other drug known to man, the drug gave any thought either good or bad leverage over your reason and strength. It was as if the thoughts of your mind controlled your body without your own control. You wouldn't be able to tell between your will and the drugs influence.

The drug supply cost Helen most of her trust fund. She would give all of it if she had too. She then went of looking for a man to partner her intention, if she was to get her sister’s thought tainted. She found a man in a night club by the name of Slade Michelin. A pick-up artist that made living scamming women. He was as good looking as taking a fourth look at and spoke with precision. She offered to pay Slade to help her intent and Slade followed her back home, acting as a working partner for her job...

During the whole trip in Israel. Edvin had places Nevaeh’s favorite flowers randomly around the city, she was pleased that Israel seemed to have great pleasure in her flowers, while still not aware of the mind behind it, in the evening, he took her on a carriage ride through the city, window sills dripped with her flowers, from hanging street lights to rose peddles on the road, imitating red carpets. The attention of life with words of a man saying...

- If you were wondering what it all summed up to... this is all there is... Everything else is empty. This murdering presence of us is bigger than time itself. Love is truly God and Love is the only blood that will satisfy my existence, not even the beauty of Heaven in all its glory will fill that thirst... Love is always what it is, whether walking in the Heavens or running through the streets of Hell... The greatest love of all sacrificed its self in this city... And even if it’s to the same painful outcome, I'll always choose to Love you again to eternity... Said Edvin.

By the time, he finished talking they reached a place near the empty tomb of a Christian Lord, with walk ways covered in her flowers and rows of candles on grandstands behind them, trees lit in white star shaped lights, he held her hand and dropped to his knee and asked...

- In the place of the greatest resurrection of love ...Will you marry me? He asked.

- ...Yes... Nevaeh replied.

Arrivals met with wedding announcements to the mental schemes of Helen’s intentions. Nevaeh was introduced to Slade as Helen’s acquaintance, as an innocent stranger held hostage by Helen’s work. Nevaeh gave the honour of bridesmaid to her sister for a wedding only months away. Slade was Helen’s partner to gain Nevaeh acquaintance, gained by patience, meaning fewer conversations for Slade, leading to the small intended wedding day.

Edvin and Nevaeh got married on top of the hill under the large Oak tree, looking over the landscape with the sounds of the distant waves, a cozy wedding, white Vivian Westwood dress accompanied by a black on black suited love, the sunset embraced I do's With tears of joy, a night plagued with a first dance in audience before running off to the moon light... Just married.

The honey moon reflected their middle eastern romance along the coast of Bora Bora, after clear waters and days on the beach, sleepless nights of endurance sustained for nine months, a trip that was only meant to last a month, Edvin insisted the extra eight, they returned home. To a cozy house hidden behind the forest trees right by the ocean’s door step, Edvin had secretly bought the small cozy house, years before they left for Israel.

- How many years before Nevaeh asked.

- Just enjoy the surprise He replied.

Brown wooded floors, fire place with glass walls and windows facing the ocean, broken stones of marble walls wrapped around the back facing the backyard forest, no outer hedge or fences, just the sun and the moon piercing through the shadows of the day and night... Home... Late nights swimming in the moon reflecting the ocean, alone, together towards the outdoor lit fire, burning the wood over the sandy beach... watching fire flies and burning moth insects to the cause, during some days, they ended with two souls asleep under the stars, with their sandy feet and bedtime stories told by the raging ocean. She would paint her emotions over a dozen plain canvases, while facing the sunset as it dived behind the ocean horizon, other days she would paint out back towards the dark scales of shadows of the forest, marking their presence with life. Edvin was never too far away writing in his little hard covered book, writing music scores which he would later sell to orchestras and movie studios requiring background music for their movie scenes. Edvin was always reading, most of the times he would read to her the madness of words manifested by books, especially during the rainy days, were only candles would achieve the purpose of arms embraced near fire places.

-I really love it when it rains She said.

- Why? He replied.

- When it rains, you hold me tighter... like the world has ended and this is all the Heaven there is... Sometimes you look at me the way you look at the rain...Your right to do so... My love for you pours with thunder, brimstone lighting emotions to my soul and you’re the villain to my passion driven madness... You have broken my lungs to the constant suffocation of missing you when you’re not around, to pushing my hair behind my ears, kissing my eye lids in moments of falling asleep in your arms... Because my reality is to have you for eternity and as God lives I will love you... From Love to Love Said Nevaeh.

- ...Then to Love it is He replied.

Helen slowly began to make frequent visits excused for needing her sister’s artistic talent. Helen would ask her sister to help her create ideas for marketing campaign designs for her work. Nevaeh saw nothing to it either then it helping her older sister, Helen was only using this as a door to get Slade