Extracts from a Beautiful Cruel Angel’s Diary

Por Gabriel Leal

Enviado em: 29/08/2024

Parágrafo de contexto: Texto escrito em inglês como atividade avaliativa da disciplina de contos em língua inglesa, na qual deveria ser realizada a reescrita de um conto, tendo sido selecionado para tal o conto "The Diaries of Adam and Eve", de Mark Twain. Nessa história, temos a narrativa em forma de diário dos dois personagens do título, Adam e Eve. Eu resolvi pensar em outro ponto de vista do Gênesis, com um outro diário, de uma terceira autoria, que se encontra fora do Éden. 

The original text can be found here: https://web.seducoahuila.gob.mx/biblioweb/upload/the_diaries_of_adam_and_eve.pdf

Extracts from a Beautiful Angel’s Diary

Monday. – I have been observing the Maker’s new experiment. One can say it is beautiful, indeed. Such green fields, majestic trees with fascinating fruits, clear and warm rivers, and the falls... Yes, the falls.

But the creatures, they intrigue me the most, specially those, made in God’s own image. The so-called man seems pragmatic, possibly to a fault... The other creature, with long hair talks a lot more than him. I don’t like their sounds. As for the minor creatures, one in particular is very intriguing... The woman calls it a snake, and just like the previously mentioned creatures, it can talk. That is why the other animals keep distance from it, for it is always talking to them, in order to conduct experiments, play with their minds. I shall keep an eye on it.

Wednesday. – Are those the creatures my Father ellected as favourites after what happened? Honestly, it’s insulting. The man keeps ignoring the woman, and for that, she keeps whining around day after day. She feels lonely, abandoned, but she knows nothing about loneliness... It’s pathetic.

 My God, my God, why have You forsaken me? I was cast aside, and now that’s all You care about? Those creatures and their littles dramas? I will show you, Father... I shall not be the only one who has fallen. Perhaps it is good that the woman feels such sorrow. Presenting to it, or rather, her, as a friend should not be difficult at her times of need. But I cannot set feet in the Park, talking to her would alert the Maker of my presence. I must find another way...

The snake, of course! It is cunning, as I am, and one can tell it is bored. I’m sure it would be interested in playing a new game.

Thursday. – The snake was eating, all alone by the trees. It was the perfect time to talk into it, and so, I appeared. The snake turned, apparently interested in my presence. Perhaps it saw me as a new toy to play with. And so it said:

“Oh, I have not seen you there. It is a pleasure to meet you.”

“The pleasure is mine, snake.”

“Please, call me Serpent. And what would you be?”

“I’m an angel.”

It frowned, and then said:

“I do not know such animal. Are you a new creation?”

“Oh, no, not new. I am older than any animal in the Park.”

“And what is your name?”

“A name. Yes, I had a name, long ago; long, long ago. I was called Lucifer.”

As the conversation continued, I told the Serpent about a game I would like to play with it. As I talked, it became very interested in Eve, and decided to experiment on her, like it enjoys doing with other animals. It would convince her to eat apples from the forbidden tree, breaking the laws of God, as I did before. Perfect. And so, it begins.

Sunday – Pulled through. My visit to the Park has gone unnoticed, and the Serpent is getting closer and closer to Eve.

Wednesday – The Serpent made it. Eve has bitten the apple, and at that very moment, death was come upon that park. It appeared as if the peaceful life forms had been replaced, as they started killing other weaker animals, feeding from their corpses. The bloodfest was delightful! Adam is running away, and so is Eve. She is taking the apples with her. When he starts starving, there will be no other choice. I was right, and the fall of the woman and man finally arrives. One could say I am cruel for all of that... Yes, a cruel angel.

Extracts from a Beautiful Cruel Angel’s Diary

After the Fall

As it was to be, God has found out all about what happened to his new creatures. The Serpent was punished, and its legs were taken away, as was the gift of the word. It is very fun to see how it crawls behind its victims now, before biting them, more mischievous than ever. As for me, I am no longer lonesome, He sees me now, and even has a new name for me. Satan. Very fitting indeed, Father of mine.

The man and woman were gifted with a new being, some sort of miniature of themselves. The woman takes care of it and has named it Cain. 

Cain, what an interesting subject. Perhaps it could bring me some joy in the future.