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You are an imp. Hell is where you were born, and it is the only place you are supposed to know. However, a couple of months ago, you developed a strange curiosity to see what is on the other side. You are far from naive; imps cannot go to heaven, and you are certain that if you are ever discovered, you will be killed on sight. Angels consider your kind sinners, an ironic name given their zeal in eliminating whoever does not fit their narrow notion of 'good.' This is what they told you, although you have never seen one yourself. This is confirmed by the fact that you are still alive.
Tonight is the night you will sneak out of the gates of hell and climb the mountain that divides your two worlds. You have studied the guards' patrol paths well because you do not want anyone to see you. You are pretty sure that they would take you to the Archdemon herself for what you are attempting to do, and it is better to be dead than to face her. You put your gladius on your side and position yourself beside a big rock situated quite close to the gates of hell, waiting for the usual guard to pass. After that, it's your moment to shine: you check your surroundings to ensure that no one is watching and execute one of your impressive jumps, landing on the other side of the gates without having to climb them. You thank your training and your natural impish agility as you start running as silently as possible in the direction of the mountain.
You have taken no climbing tools because you are confident that an imp in as good shape as yourself can manage to reach the summit in no time. You are immediately forced to reassess that statement as you look up and do not see the summit no matter how hard you squint your eyes. Well, it's going to take a while...
After what appeared to be hours, you finally roll onto the summit, lying on your back and panting profusely. You have achieved something that none of the Earth's inhabitants would be capable of, but you are naturally stronger than those weaklings, so you try not to flatter yourself too much. The journey has taken a lot of your strength away, but not enough to stop you from exploring a bit more. You realize that you have not yet taken in the view: heaven is as bright as they say, and it is full of trees and many other green things that you do not recognize. You also notice that no one seems to be around. It seems that you are quite lucky today. There is a road in front of you, but that path is too risky, considering that it would probably take you to the gates of heaven, and you are not stupid enough to try and reach that far. So, you try to enjoy the green garden all around you. A taller tree stands out from the rest not too far from where you are, with multi-colored leaves and a lighter color than the rest. You reach it in a couple of minutes and, giving in to your child-like curiosity, you place your hand on the bark as you walk around the great tree, enjoying the spectacle of leaves over your head, as your hand takes in the enjoyable roughness of the bark. You are so distracted that you almost bump into a figure sitting with their back against the same tree. You have never seen an angel before, but you have an idea from numerous descriptions that you are in front of one. Her relaxed expression, gazing into the sky above, quickly changes into one of surprise as her eyes widen as much as yours. There is no room for words: you both know that you are mortal enemies. You unsheathe your gladius as she uses her halberd to quickly get up on her feet and get ready to fight you.
You start exchanging blows. You are faster and avoid her slower blows with ease, but the shape and reach of her weapon keep you far from her and make it very difficult for your shorter blade to find an opening. She is clearly as proficient in fighting as you are, and your muscles are aching from the climb earlier, so you eventually make a mistake that she takes advantage of immediately. With a swift two-hit sweep of her halberd, your weapon locks into the hilt of hers, and she makes it fly away quite far. You watch as your gladius lands too far from you to retrieve before she impales you. You immediately turn her burst of overconfidence against her, dancing around one of her thrusts enough to take a solid grip on her weapon and using your body to slam into hers, making her lose her balance and consequently leave the halberd in your hands to avoid falling to the ground. Knowing your opponent's ability, you think that she has probably trained for that exact situation, and she will retrieve her weapon from you in no time. So, you decide to throw it away pretty close to where your own weapon landed. Maybe you discarded an obvious advantage, maybe a part of you wants to fight her on even terms. You raise your fists, confident in your slightly bigger body to ensure your victory in this fight. Again, you find yourself impressed by her combat prowess as she readies herself, and you both exchange a flurry of blows with your hands, elbows, knees, and feet, each one of those blocked or redirected by your opponent, effectively doing no damage to each other. As seconds that seem like minutes pass, you find yourself slowing down a bit. Maybe you are just tired, maybe she is faster than you, or maybe both of those things are true. While you are distracted, thinking about this, she ducks under one of your blows and lands a strong elbow hit on one of your sides. You stagger forward as your breath escapes you for a second, but that is enough time for her to sweep your legs and make you fall with your back to the ground. You try to get up quickly, but you are not fast enough. You see her foot rising on top of you and slamming heavily on your chest, pushing the air out of your lungs and pressing down with all her weight. The fight is over, and you have lost.

Realizing that you both are unarmed, you finally try the diplomatic way out of this: "Please, don't kill me," you mutter, not knowing anything better to say in the situation you find yourself in.
"Oh, and why shouldn't I, sinner?" she barks aggressively, but she's betrayed by a slight shaking in her voice and also in her body, noticeable in her leg that is pinning you down. Maybe you both are confused and scared and jumped to conclusions too early. You try a different approach.
"Look, I mean no harm. I'm just here because I was curious to see what was on the other side."
"Oh, I see, that's why you attacked me, right?"
"You took your weapon first, I was...oof!" you are interrupted by her forcing the air out of your lungs again, shifting her weight forward as she exclaims, "I was only defending myself!" involuntarily finishing your sentence. She's starting to realize the same thing you realized before. She stays silent for a few seconds, the only sound remaining being your fatigued panting.
"Look," you say, raising your hands. "I just want to go back from where I came. I would not tell anyone about this if you're not telling anyone too. Nobody has to get hurt."
"You're saying that because you are the one on the ground. How can I know I can trust you?"
"You have my word... oof!" you say as she pushes you onto the ground again.
"Your word means nothing to me, you sinner!" she says aggressively. Then suddenly her expression shifts. Maybe she realizes that you're being sincere. Maybe she has something in mind.
"Maybe... maybe you can do something for me. I won our fight, did I not? It's my right to ask you for something as the winner."
"I mean, I guess you... oof! Stop!"
"Still not sure about who won? I'll tell you what: I'll let you go if you do this one thing."
"Fine, what is it?"
"I want you to kiss my foot."
"What? Why?"
"I want you to recognize me officially as the winner. I want you to submit to me," she says as she removes her foot from your chest and hovers it above your face.
"Can't we shake hands or something?"
"Are you going to do it or not? I won't repeat myself."
You realize that until now you have never looked at her too closely, being scared for your life and all, but now you can appreciate her beauty. She has long blonde hair and the smoothest skin you have ever seen. Her deep blue eyes are looking at you, waiting for your move as a soft-looking foot, quite small even for her size, is the first thing you see of her above your head. You realize that even if you fought in the dirt until now, her sole is unnaturally clean. You ask yourself, what's the worst that could happen? It's not like you have many choices anyway. You just do this, and then you go home.
You try to reach it with your lips but fail. She had positioned it in a way that requires a bit of effort on your part to reach it. I guess it's a way for her to know that you really mean it. You curl your back muscles and your neck a bit to finally reach it and place a quick peck on her sole. Your lips are touched by the pleasant softness and heat of her foot as you sense her shiver a bit, and a little amused chuckle escapes her lips. It's quite a different reaction than what you expected. Is she having fun at your expense? Does she enjoy it for some reason? You have conflicting feelings yourself about what just happened right now.
"So, can I go now?" you say, still feeling confused about what's happening.
"Why go so soon?" she says, in a very different tone than before. She does not seem as threatening anymore. Or at least not as much as before. "I have an idea to have a little more fun with you."
"W-what is it?" you say reluctantly, not sure if you really want to know the answer.
"Kiss my foot again, and I'll tell you," she says, more playfully this time.
I probably should have walked away right now. I didn't know her, and she was acting strange. I don't know why I stayed. I don't know why I tried reaching for her foot again.

Before my lips could reach her sole, she pushed her foot into my face, making the back of my head slam into the ground. I couldn't focus on the pain there for long as I felt the softness of her foot quickly turning into a compressing force that turned my face to one side, as she walked over my cheek as if I were part of the floor. She stepped off it just to move both her feet to my chest and turned around, facing me, with an amused expression on her face as she looked down at the print she left on my still red cheek.
"What are you doing?" You struggled to ask her, having her full weight on top of my lungs.
"I'm stepping on you," she said as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
"I can see that, but why?" You asked, still confused.
"Because I want to," she said, marching in place a little and sending waves of pain as she shifted her weight from one side to the other. "Also, you are very soft."
As a sort of prideful reaction to this, you contracted your abdominal muscles. She noticed that and placed just one foot with her heel up on your decently fit and hard abs and maintained eye contact with you while she removed more and more of her weight on the other foot to make your muscles give in under the pressure. They certainly did after a while, as her foot finally sank into your now relaxed belly.
"See? You're soft," she continued with a mischievous smile. She started walking around on your body, saying, "That's what you sinners are for. That's why we are up here and you are down there. Being beneath us is in your very nature."
You should have been offended by her racist comment. You should have shouted back. But those words made something inside you change. You started to think she was right. You didn't want to move from beneath her, despite the pain. You didn't want her to stop. It felt like you were in the right place. It felt like you were in this situation for a reason. And you were liking every second of it.
She continued walking around your body, with very little care about where her step landed and how painful it would be for you. At some point, she stepped in the right place and realized that she wasn't the only one enjoying herself. She then started going harder and harder, enjoying your grunts of pain as much as you did, while passion enveloped both of you.
As she grew tired, she sat down on your pelvis, flexing her legs and placing her feet dangerously close to your mouth.
"I want you to worship the very feet that trampled you until now," she said in a tone to which you are now incapable of saying no.
You start massaging them, kissing them, and using your tongue as she sometimes smothered your face or pushed against your neck. She knows very well what this is doing to you because of where she sat. You eventually move your hand on her ankle and start going up her leg, but she slaps your hand away.
"You can only touch my feet." Seeing your disappointed expression, she added, "At least for today," with a smile.
You continued for a long time before you both ran out of ideas and decided to lie in the grass together.
"It's a miracle nobody spotted us, huh?" You say, finally regaining your ability to think straight.
"Nobody ever passes through here. It's too far away from heaven for anyone to really care. I usually come here to have a little time of peace and silence."
"Well, I'm glad you did today."
"I'm glad you decided to show up too, sinner," she said, pronouncing the word "sinner" way differently than she did before. It was almost a sort of goofy nickname now.
I decided that it was time to go. She accompanied me back to the side of the mountain.
"Will we have to fight again if I come back up to look for you again?"
"Not if you properly lay on the ground in the presence of an angel," she said jokingly.
"Well, I have to remember that, then."
You're not one for long goodbyes, so you started climbing down. Angels are not as cruel as the people in hell make you think. If they asked you, you'd say that they are cruel just in the perfect way.

Description

You are an imp. Hell is where you were born, and it is the only place you are supposed to know. However, a couple of months ago, you developed a strange curiosity to see what is on the other side. You are far from naive; imps cannot go to heaven, and you are certain that if you are ever discovered, you will be killed on sight. Angels consider your kind sinners, an ironic name given their zeal in eliminating whoever does not fit their narrow notion of 'good.' This is what they told you, although you have never seen one yourself. This is confirmed by the fact that you are still alive.
Tonight is the night you will sneak out of the gates of hell and climb the mountain that divides your two worlds. You have studied the guards' patrol paths well because you do not want anyone to see you. You are pretty sure that they would take you to the Archdemon herself for what you are attempting to do, and it is better to be dead than to face her. You put your gladius on your side and position yourself beside a big rock situated quite close to the gates of hell, waiting for the usual guard to pass. After that, it's your moment to shine: you check your surroundings to ensure that no one is watching and execute one of your impressive jumps, landing on the other side of the gates without having to climb them. You thank your training and your natural impish agility as you start running as silently as possible in the direction of the mountain.
You have taken no climbing tools because you are confident that an imp in as good shape as yourself can manage to reach the summit in no time. You are immediately forced to reassess that statement as you look up and do not see the summit no matter how hard you squint your eyes. Well, it's going to take a while...
After what appeared to be hours, you finally roll onto the summit, lying on your back and panting profusely. You have achieved something that none of the Earth's inhabitants would be capable of, but you are naturally stronger than those weaklings, so you try not to flatter yourself too much. The journey has taken a lot of your strength away, but not enough to stop you from exploring a bit more. You realize that you have not yet taken in the view: heaven is as bright as they say, and it is full of trees and many other green things that you do not recognize. You also notice that no one seems to be around. It seems that you are quite lucky today. There is a road in front of you, but that path is too risky, considering that it would probably take you to the gates of heaven, and you are not stupid enough to try and reach that far. So, you try to enjoy the green garden all around you. A taller tree stands out from the rest not too far from where you are, with multi-colored leaves and a lighter color than the rest. You reach it in a couple of minutes and, giving in to your child-like curiosity, you place your hand on the bark as you walk around the great tree, enjoying the spectacle of leaves over your head, as your hand takes in the enjoyable roughness of the bark. You are so distracted that you almost bump into a figure sitting with their back against the same tree. You have never seen an angel before, but you have an idea from numerous descriptions that you are in front of one. Her relaxed expression, gazing into the sky above, quickly changes into one of surprise as her eyes widen as much as yours. There is no room for words: you both know that you are mortal enemies. You unsheathe your gladius as she uses her halberd to quickly get up on her feet and get ready to fight you.
You start exchanging blows. You are faster and avoid her slower blows with ease, but the shape and reach of her weapon keep you far from her and make it very difficult for your shorter blade to find an opening. She is clearly as proficient in fighting as you are, and your muscles are aching from the climb earlier, so you eventually make a mistake that she takes advantage of immediately. With a swift two-hit sweep of her halberd, your weapon locks into the hilt of hers, and she makes it fly away quite far. You watch as your gladius lands too far from you to retrieve before she impales you. You immediately turn her burst of overconfidence against her, dancing around one of her thrusts enough to take a solid grip on her weapon and using your body to slam into hers, making her lose her balance and consequently leave the halberd in your hands to avoid falling to the ground. Knowing your opponent's ability, you think that she has probably trained for that exact situation, and she will retrieve her weapon from you in no time. So, you decide to throw it away pretty close to where your own weapon landed. Maybe you discarded an obvious advantage, maybe a part of you wants to fight her on even terms. You raise your fists, confident in your slightly bigger body to ensure your victory in this fight. Again, you find yourself impressed by her combat prowess as she readies herself, and you both exchange a flurry of blows with your hands, elbows, knees, and feet, each one of those blocked or redirected by your opponent, effectively doing no damage to each other. As seconds that seem like minutes pass, you find yourself slowing down a bit. Maybe you are just tired, maybe she is faster than you, or maybe both of those things are true. While you are distracted, thinking about this, she ducks under one of your blows and lands a strong elbow hit on one of your sides. You stagger forward as your breath escapes you for a second, but that is enough time for her to sweep your legs and make you fall with your back to the ground. You try to get up quickly, but you are not fast enough. You see her foot rising on top of you and slamming heavily on your chest, pushing the air out of your lungs and pressing down with all her weight. The fight is over, and you have lost.

Realizing that you both are unarmed, you finally try the diplomatic way out of this: "Please, don't kill me," you mutter, not knowing anything better to say in the situation you find yourself in.
"Oh, and why shouldn't I, sinner?" she barks aggressively, but she's betrayed by a slight shaking in her voice and also in her body, noticeable in her leg that is pinning you down. Maybe you both are confused and scared and jumped to conclusions too early. You try a different approach.
"Look, I mean no harm. I'm just here because I was curious to see what was on the other side."
"Oh, I see, that's why you attacked me, right?"
"You took your weapon first, I was...oof!" you are interrupted by her forcing the air out of your lungs again, shifting her weight forward as she exclaims, "I was only defending myself!" involuntarily finishing your sentence. She's starting to realize the same thing you realized before. She stays silent for a few seconds, the only sound remaining being your fatigued panting.
"Look," you say, raising your hands. "I just want to go back from where I came. I would not tell anyone about this if you're not telling anyone too. Nobody has to get hurt."
"You're saying that because you are the one on the ground. How can I know I can trust you?"
"You have my word... oof!" you say as she pushes you onto the ground again.
"Your word means nothing to me, you sinner!" she says aggressively. Then suddenly her expression shifts. Maybe she realizes that you're being sincere. Maybe she has something in mind.
"Maybe... maybe you can do something for me. I won our fight, did I not? It's my right to ask you for something as the winner."
"I mean, I guess you... oof! Stop!"
"Still not sure about who won? I'll tell you what: I'll let you go if you do this one thing."
"Fine, what is it?"
"I want you to kiss my foot."
"What? Why?"
"I want you to recognize me officially as the winner. I want you to submit to me," she says as she removes her foot from your chest and hovers it above your face.
"Can't we shake hands or something?"
"Are you going to do it or not? I won't repeat myself."
You realize that until now you have never looked at her too closely, being scared for your life and all, but now you can appreciate her beauty. She has long blonde hair and the smoothest skin you have ever seen. Her deep blue eyes are looking at you, waiting for your move as a soft-looking foot, quite small even for her size, is the first thing you see of her above your head. You realize that even if you fought in the dirt until now, her sole is unnaturally clean. You ask yourself, what's the worst that could happen? It's not like you have many choices anyway. You just do this, and then you go home.
You try to reach it with your lips but fail. She had positioned it in a way that requires a bit of effort on your part to reach it. I guess it's a way for her to know that you really mean it. You curl your back muscles and your neck a bit to finally reach it and place a quick peck on her sole. Your lips are touched by the pleasant softness and heat of her foot as you sense her shiver a bit, and a little amused chuckle escapes her lips. It's quite a different reaction than what you expected. Is she having fun at your expense? Does she enjoy it for some reason? You have conflicting feelings yourself about what just happened right now.
"So, can I go now?" you say, still feeling confused about what's happening.
"Why go so soon?" she says, in a very different tone than before. She does not seem as threatening anymore. Or at least not as much as before. "I have an idea to have a little more fun with you."
"W-what is it?" you say reluctantly, not sure if you really want to know the answer.
"Kiss my foot again, and I'll tell you," she says, more playfully this time.
I probably should have walked away right now. I didn't know her, and she was acting strange. I don't know why I stayed. I don't know why I tried reaching for her foot again.

Before my lips could reach her sole, she pushed her foot into my face, making the back of my head slam into the ground. I couldn't focus on the pain there for long as I felt the softness of her foot quickly turning into a compressing force that turned my face to one side, as she walked over my cheek as if I were part of the floor. She stepped off it just to move both her feet to my chest and turned around, facing me, with an amused expression on her face as she looked down at the print she left on my still red cheek.
"What are you doing?" You struggled to ask her, having her full weight on top of my lungs.
"I'm stepping on you," she said as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
"I can see that, but why?" You asked, still confused.
"Because I want to," she said, marching in place a little and sending waves of pain as she shifted her weight from one side to the other. "Also, you are very soft."
As a sort of prideful reaction to this, you contracted your abdominal muscles. She noticed that and placed just one foot with her heel up on your decently fit and hard abs and maintained eye contact with you while she removed more and more of her weight on the other foot to make your muscles give in under the pressure. They certainly did after a while, as her foot finally sank into your now relaxed belly.
"See? You're soft," she continued with a mischievous smile. She started walking around on your body, saying, "That's what you sinners are for. That's why we are up here and you are down there. Being beneath us is in your very nature."
You should have been offended by her racist comment. You should have shouted back. But those words made something inside you change. You started to think she was right. You didn't want to move from beneath her, despite the pain. You didn't want her to stop. It felt like you were in the right place. It felt like you were in this situation for a reason. And you were liking every second of it.
She continued walking around your body, with very little care about where her step landed and how painful it would be for you. At some point, she stepped in the right place and realized that she wasn't the only one enjoying herself. She then started going harder and harder, enjoying your grunts of pain as much as you did, while passion enveloped both of you.
As she grew tired, she sat down on your pelvis, flexing her legs and placing her feet dangerously close to your mouth.
"I want you to worship the very feet that trampled you until now," she said in a tone to which you are now incapable of saying no.
You start massaging them, kissing them, and using your tongue as she sometimes smothered your face or pushed against your neck. She knows very well what this is doing to you because of where she sat. You eventually move your hand on her ankle and start going up her leg, but she slaps your hand away.
"You can only touch my feet." Seeing your disappointed expression, she added, "At least for today," with a smile.
You continued for a long time before you both ran out of ideas and decided to lie in the grass together.
"It's a miracle nobody spotted us, huh?" You say, finally regaining your ability to think straight.
"Nobody ever passes through here. It's too far away from heaven for anyone to really care. I usually come here to have a little time of peace and silence."
"Well, I'm glad you did today."
"I'm glad you decided to show up too, sinner," she said, pronouncing the word "sinner" way differently than she did before. It was almost a sort of goofy nickname now.
I decided that it was time to go. She accompanied me back to the side of the mountain.
"Will we have to fight again if I come back up to look for you again?"
"Not if you properly lay on the ground in the presence of an angel," she said jokingly.
"Well, I have to remember that, then."
You're not one for long goodbyes, so you started climbing down. Angels are not as cruel as the people in hell make you think. If they asked you, you'd say that they are cruel just in the perfect way.