In CS Lewis's "Perelandra," protagonist Dr. Ransom beats a demonically possessed debate bro to death with his bare hands in order to save the busty green-skinned queen of Venus from corruption.

Out of the Silent Planet is an early space adventure story that happens to be set in a Christian(ish) universe. The sequel, Perelandra, is a polemical religious fiction book that happens to be set on the planet Venus.

Venus is an oceanic planet with an ever-shifting archipelago of floating islands made of plants, which exists in a pre-Fall state. Ransom meets a sweet but extremely naive Eve-like figure referred to as the Queen (who is naked and green and has big titties but IT'S NOT SEXUAL, OKAY?). But when the devil's agent shows up to tempt the Queen into breaking a seemingly nonsensical divine command, Ransom must do whatever it takes to save her from humanity's fate. And sometimes, an argument just isn't enough...

While Perelandra is well-written, I ended up missing the varied world, crazy alien creatures, and sense of adventure of the first volume when the second book became straight up Bible fanfic. It's closer to something like "The Screwtape Letters" or "The Great Divorce" than anything else. Lewis is good at writing debates and mental action while retaining a sense of humor. But I can't help but thinking more Christoid artists should create general interest stories that just reflect their worldview, instead of tossing themselves into the ghetto of religious fiction.

A couple fun quotes:

Lewis guest posts on @sirpingsalot's blog

The energy of hating, never before felt without some guilt, without some dim knowledge that he was failing fully to distinguish the sinner from the sin, rose into his arms and legs till he felt that they were pillars of burning blood. What was before him appeared no longer a creature of corrupted will. It was corruption itself to which will was attached only as an instrument. Ages ago it had been a person: but the ruins of personality now survived in it only as weapons at the disposal of a furious self-exiled negation. It is perhaps difficult to understand why this filled Ransom not with horror but with a kind of joy. The joy came from finding at last what hatred was made for. As a boy with an ax rejoices on finding a tree, or a boy with a box of colored chalks rejoices on finding a pile of perfectly white paper, so he rejoiced in the perfect congruity between his emotion and its object.

Lewis btfos transphobes decades before you were born

Gender is a reality, and a more fundamental reality than s*x. S*x is, in fact, merely the adaptation to organic life of a fundamental polarity which divides all created beings. Female s*x is simply one of the things that have feminine gender; there are many others, and Masculine and Feminine meet us on planes of reality where male and female would be simply meaningless. Masculine is not attenuated male, nor feminine attenuated female. On the contrary the male and female of organic creatures are rather faint and blurred reflections of masculine and feminine. Their reproductive functions, their differences in strength and size, partly exhibit, but partly also confuse and misrepresent, the real polarity. All this Ransom saw, as it were, with his own eyes. The two white creatures were sexless. But he of Malacandra was masculine (not male); she of Perelandra was feminine (not female).

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