This story is rate PG-13 for mild adult themes.
A Sinister Love: The Temptation
(by Spencer Hixon)
“Come along, Mud-Face,” the serpentine lizard said as it crawled along the verdant floor of Paradise.
“It’s Brown-Noser, sir,” replied the smaller lizard that skittered along beside him.
“That’ssss a terrible name. You should get a proper name, a good name, a name like, ‘Rotworm.’ Now there’s a good name!”
Brown-Noser rolled his yellow eyes. “Sir, that’s your name. I’m not going-”
“Then Rotworm Junior. I don’t know. Shut up! Do you remember the plan?”
“Not really, sir. The last seventeen plans didn’t exactly work out.” Brown-Noser began to run to keep pace with Rotworm. It seemed the underbrush in Paradise was no hindrance to the larger lizard’s stride.
“What do you mean? I nearly had her with the Forbidden Fruit Salad.”
Brown-Noser let out a cute little sigh. “Until it turned out she was allergic to the strawberries you added.”
“Well how was I supposed to know that? I didn’t know human bodies could do things like that.”
“Don’t forget the time you tried to hypnotize her in her sleep.”
Rowtorm’s forked tongue flicked about as he hissed a laugh. “Oh yessss, that was fun.”
“Or when you tried to throw the Fruit into her mouth when she was yawning. I thought she was going to choke to death.”
Rotworm stopped and looked at the lizard with a predatory sneer. “Aren’t you suppose to be helping me? You’re not very good at your job, are you, Dung-Sniffer?”
Brown-Noser stood perfectly still on one of the roots of a large, nearby tree, staring at his superior as if his worried gaze alone could keep him at bay. “Um… no?”
“And don’t you forget it. Now, the plan. Once I have the woman talking to me, all you need to do is knock down the Fruit. At my ssssignal.”
Brown-Noser nodded quickly.
“Remember my signal?”
Brown-Noser shook his head.
“When I say the words, ‘If only you could reach them.’ Got it? Good. Now quickly, scamper up that tree. Don’t let her ssssee you.”
“Why are we doing this, again, sir?”
“Get going!” Rotworm hissed and watched as his subordinate quickly pitter-pattered his way up the nearby tree.
Several hours passed with Rotworm curled into a ball under the tree's brightly-colored foliage. He had fallen asleep and was completely oblivious to the dark-skinned, naked, young woman walking towards the tree, following a path of berries. A path that led right up to the lizard.
“Ah! Get offa me!” Rotworm cried out as she stepped on his tail.
“Ahh! I’m sorry!” the woman cried and backed up. “Wait. Did you just speak?”
“Oh, Eve! It’s you,” the lizard replied, ignoring her question.
“Y-yes, it’s me. But… you’re not Adam. How are you… talking?”
“Me? Talking? Well of course I can talk!” Rotworm rattled out. “It’s not like animals can’t talk, right? I mean, I’m no demon or anything, possessing this poor creature. I can talk.” He gave an all-too-innocent laugh. He was sure that he was caught.
Eve tilted her head some and nodded to Rotworm. “Well, I’ve never heard other animals talk. And you’re not a demon, you said so yourself. So... are you an angel?”
A stunned expression settled into Rotworm’s features, amazed that his desperate lie seemed to actually work. Slowly it faded to a smile. “Ah, I see. You are not used to the acts of prevarication, deception, or fraudulence.” As predicted, Eve just stared at him blankly. “Yes, an angel! I lured.. er… left that trail of berries here for you to follow. I wanted to talk to you.”
“But how are you able to talk?” Eve replied.
Rotworm frowned. “I told you, I’m an angel,” he said, but Eve just looked him over.
“You don’t look like an angel. Maybe you hit your head and only think you are an angel.”
With a sigh, Rotworm said, “Fine, it’s evolution.” Nothing. “Anthropomorphism? Wishful thinking?” Eve continued to look confused. “It’s a miracle,” he stated flatly.
“Ah, a miracle! The Lord has certainly been surprising us with those lately.”
Rotworm let his tongue sniff at the air in front of him as he slinked up to Eve’s leg. “You know, all of those big words I’ve used aren’t so hard to understand.” His tail flicked up towards the tree, pointing at one of the bright fruits it bore. “The Fruit of Knowledge can show you what they mean. If only you could-“
“But God told Adam that we weren’t supposed to touch it. I shouldn’t even be here.”
Eve started to back away. Rotworm, sensing he was losing her, curled around her legs and spoke in the most soothing voice he could manage. “He told Adam, not you. Besides, there are other benefits to this fruit. They... uh... contain high levels of Vitamin C. And they’re great for weight loss!”
“What? Well, Adam says we’re equal. If he shouldn’t do it, neither should I.”
“Pssh! If you were equal, why does God always talk to him, and not to you?” Rotworm nudged her towards the trunk of the tree, and she let him. “If you eat of this fruit, you’ll already know what God has to tell Adam, so God won’t need to talk to you. Right?”
Eve held out a hand towards the tree for a moment, then pulled it back. “That’s true… but then… then I’d know more than Adam. That’s not being equal, either.”
The smile that formed on Rotworm’s serpentine lips could make a mouse faint at a hundred yards. “Oh yessss… however will you both be equal?”
Eve lit up suddenly and waved her hand frantically to Rotworm. “Oh, I could give him one!”
“Say, that’s a great idea! I’m sure he’d appreciate that. Hmmm... if only you could reach them.” Silence fell between them. Eve rubbed at her arm a little.
“Yeah, if only.”
“Ahem. I said, ‘IF ONLY YOU COULD REACH THEM!’” With that, Rotworm thumped his foot against the trunk of the tree. An adorable little yelp was heard from somewhere in the branches. A moment later, a fruit fell, landing on Rotworm’s head. He grimaced as Eve picked it up.
“It just… fell.”
“Nnggg... ouch. Y-yes, fell. Almost like God wanted you to have it. You never can tell what the Big Guy really wants, can you?”
“This is perfect! I’ll bring this to Adam and then we’ll both be equal!” She started off back down the path but stopped after a few steps. “How will I convince him to eat it?”
“You could lie… oh well, I suppose you can’t.” Rotworm looked over the woman, at her full, nubile figure, bathed in the light of the sun, her hair flowing over her pert breasts as the wind caressed her skin. She was the perfect image of youth and fertility.
“I’m sure you’ll find a way.”
Eve looked down at herself and then nodded to Rotworm, as if for the first time she understood something he said. She ran off out of sight, the foliage of Eden soon leaving Rotworm alone at the trunk of the tree.
“Mission complete. Let's get going, Butt-Kisser!” he said and thumped the tree again. The little lizard fell from the tree.
“Ouch! What’s the hurry?” he asked. “And it’s Brown-Noser!”
“Whatever. We’ve got to get out of these bodies before God decides to dole out punishments. I don’t want to be in here when he does something crazy, like tear all of its limbs off or something.” Rotworm hurried away from the tree back the way they had come, his long, thin body winding all around.
“What? God would never do something like that. Right?” Brown-Noser asked as he ran alongside. “I mean, isn’t that a little extreme?”
Rotworm gave him a sideways glance. “Why not. Have you seen what happened to the platypus?”