Jeremy, without warning, ran away from Luke with an impetuous outpouring of emotion traveling through his body. Faster and faster, Jeremy scampered deeper in the castle’s hallway, with an outcry of, “Don’t ever call me that again, I’m not Lucifer and Jesus doesn’t hate me!” Unpredictably, as Jeremy scampered, he noticed that the writings on the walls ended, and he saw nothing but gray walls, up and down, and onto the right. He stopped in his tracks and coiled around to face the last words that were engraved on the gray, rock-like walls, feeling a gust of intuitive wind surfacing his instincts, propelling past him and giving out a sound of children screaming.
Jeremy squinted and read the walls, reading out loud, “Lucifer killed Christopher and Peter, Father.” He widened his eyes toward the new words appearing right before him. “It was an accident, Father.” Jeremy realized that a story was taking place at that moment, noticing more words materializing, like a script. “I swear, Father, it was an accident.” He walked fast down the hallway in order to keep up with the lexis, the gothic-inscribed words as they appeared, reading more: “He killed them, and it wasn’t an accident.” Jeremy then became aware of an echo of another kind of voice saying the same words after he read it. That’s when he turned around and discovered a large door that was opened, with voices arguing on the inside. He walked into it and saw Lucifer who was surrounded by the other angels. He saw nothing but white light and the angels in it, still surrounding Lucifer and arguing with passion. “Where’s God?” asked Jeremy.
Luke appeared beside him and tapped Jeremy on the shoulder. “He’s all around us, Jeremy. He’s what makes up the bright light!”
“Listen, don’t ever sneak up on me again, you could have scared me to death!” Jeremy yelled.
Luke pointed his finger toward the angels. “Just watch and listen, Jeremy, very carefully.”
He followed Luke’s pointing finger and gaped at the angels. The light suddenly vanished as Jeremy said in amazement, “I don’t believe it!” Once the light vanished, Jeremy saw what the room held in its majesty, its magnificence, with statues of angels within the room and golden walls that had circular mirrors at every end. He looked down at the floor and saw that he was standing on pure glass. He perceived clouds underneath him, giving him a feeling of being in flight. “It’s one big window,” he whispered, looking up at the vast ceiling that was opened to the clouds, capturing a single angel statue hanging from the center, levitating, make it seem that it was hanging from a ceiling that wasn’t really there. He searched the surroundings and then back up at the six angels, seeing a circular, bright light in the distance. The light was approaching the children while Lucifer stood in the center of them, with his face depicting sadness and fright, as if he was in a courtroom, waiting to be judged for life or death. That’s when Jeremy opened his eyes wider, noticing the light abruptly vanish and turn into a man with a long, white, silver beard. The man had one black hand, and the other was brown. The man’s face was pure white, and the wings on his back were pure silver. “Who’s that?” Jeremy asked with humbleness to his tone.
“Who do you think it is?” asked Luke. Jeremy and he began to walk closer to the circle of children, with silence being the answer at the moment.
Lucifer fell to the floor and kneeled before the man of colors; the man spoke with a voice of strength and power, “Lucifer, is this true? Have you allowed Peter and Christopher to go beyond the boundaries of Heaven, and see Jastian?”
“Father, I didn’t do it out of hatred nor out of vengeance. Yes, this is true what they speak to thee of, but it was an accident,” Lucifer pleaded, looking at David, Gabriel and Michael.
Lucifer then saw Michael with a grin on his face, a grin that meant Lucifer was pathetic for kneeling on the floor with terror in his eyes. He looked at David and saw the same grin, a grin that meant he was a chicken to beg while kneeling. These thoughts concocted, built inside of Lucifer, awaiting words from his father, God.
“Thou must be punished,” said God, holding up his hand to Lucifer. Tears came from God’s eyes as he hit him in the face, causing Lucifer to fall to the ground as God began to walk away from them. “Now go, all of you, and bring me Peter and Christopher’s souls,” God added before the children helped Lucifer up to his feet.
“I told you Father was more powerful than you,” alleged Michael, with Gabriel and David’s laughter to follow. Lucifer turned around to face God’s back, feeling the rage due to the other angels teasing, building up inside of Lucifer’s eyes, watching God walking further and further away from them. The anger built up in Lucifer’s mind more and more, hearing their laughter growing larger and louder, causing Lucifer’s legs to begin moving, walking toward God’s direction in a slow manner. He then ran toward God in a whispering motion, as the other angels watched in amazement, stifling their chuckles and piercing their eyes on a moment they’d been waiting a long time to see. The angels, and Jeremy and Luke, stood in silence and watched as Lucifer, handling rage carelessly, ran up to God and tapped him on the shoulder. God turned around and watched Lucifer in confusion, seeing that he wanted to say something, but the words just weren’t coming out.
Lucifer’s hands were shaking, and his knees were begging, thirsting to buckle, as he spoke in a defensive way, “Father, I want you to tell them that I’m more powerful than thee.”
“But you are not more powerful than me, the only one who is, is the one who was created through my powers, by an accident of pure fate—that is Jastian,” said God in a fatherly tenor as Lucifer turned away from him; it was as if he wanted to ignore his words of meaning. “Jastian is the Universe, Lucifer, he is the pure power that is only in me, and it shall never escape. I, Lucifer, am the only one with such a great power, that I am the only one that is called ‘God’. Do you understand?” he added, still in a fatherly way. “And once again, Lucifer, I shall never tell you how Jastian was created. Ever!”
Lucifer then turned back to face him. Jeremy ran up to them, trying to reach them before another word was spoken. Jeremy, through his running and speed, noticed Lucifer’s fists were beginning to tighten, so he screamed out, “No, Lucifer, don’t do it!” But his words weren’t enough, for he saw Lucifer force his fist toward God, and punched God in the face. Screams of children raced through the air, and the room stood silent, while Lucifer stepped back from him and saw a bright light shoot out from his own hands and hit God in the chest. It was as if his own powers were taking over his will to have control. But then as they took over, filling his eyes with rage and fury, like a fire being filled with more fire to build its strength, Lucifer finally took control, and didn’t back off from harming his father. Instead, he continued to shoot the bright light from his hands, and hit God with it, causing God to fall to the ground and crack the glass that made up the floor. The cracks began to travel throughout the room as the angel children started running away in fright, holding the sounds of the glass slicing away, echoing throughout the vicinity, with Luke gawking at the mirrors on the walls, seeing through the reflection that the cracks were growing larger on the floor.
“It’s going to break,” yelled Gabriel, seeing the cracks traveling in separate directions.
God slowly got up with tears in his eyes, and looked at Lucifer with shock and hurt. Luke yelled out to Jeremy, “Jeremy, come on, we have to leave now, the floor is going to cave in!”
The cracks formed around Jeremy’s feet, slicing in every direction, but Jeremy still stood, peering toward God’s tears and Lucifer’s fear-filled body, craving to see what would happen next. Jeremy yelled back to Luke, “No, I have to see, I have to see what happens! I have to see!” Jeremy then saw God cry, his tears forming into bright, pulsating light as they fell to the cracking glass that formed the floor.
The love that Lucifer had for God shined through at that moment, realizing he hurt the one he loved the most. Lucifer stood in silence, and all he could say was, “I’m sorry, Father … I don’t know what came over me.” Lucifer stopped and cried hard, engul
fing his words to the point where only his tears could be heard. “I’m—” Lucifer pleaded, being cut off by the sight of young Jesus entering the room and hitting Lucifer in the face with a bright light that shot out from his right hand.
The tears of Jesus flushed out from his blue eyes. “Why did you do what you did?” asked the Savior. God walked up to Lucifer slowly while the floor was beginning to crack even more and Jesus just stood and watched with tears of sorrow flushing out from his eyes. The feeling of betrayal ran through God’s mind and Jesus’s eyes, creating the tears that Lucifer witnessed, squeezing at his own heart, yearning to have God’s forgiveness be spoken right there and then.
Lucifer began shaking his head at Jesus, speechless, bewildered as to what he did, becoming afraid of himself. Unexpectedly, God then hit Lucifer with a bright light that came from his chest and caused him to plunge to the ground in soreness. When he fell, he caused the floor to crack completely and the glass shattered into a billion pieces and fell to the clouds below. Jeremy, when Lucifer fell and broke the glass, ran away as the floor quickly broke toward the clouds below, running with Luke out of the room just in the nick of time, before the floor went completely. They both turned around to see what happened next to Lucifer. Jeremy concentrated deeply on Lucifer’s eyes, seeing him, God and Jesus levitate in the air while their wings formed from their backs and flew rapidly in order to keep them in one position. Lucifer’s wings, being bloody and a few feathers missing from the fight before with the other angel children, fluttered quickly, hurting Lucifer as they moved, but not letting him down when it came to flight.
God looked at Lucifer with dismayed eyes, feeling deceived because of Lucifer’s actions, feeling pain for the first time. God then turned to Jesus, still with a shield of tears, and then back to Lucifer, when the shield broke and more tears fell from his face of intrigue, with the tears crying themselves, howling with a roar of betrayal. Weeping took over God’s actions, and when it came to Lucifer, he realized he was at the point of no return, the point where “sorry” wasn’t good enough; the point that he never wanted to be at.
“I’m sorry, Lucifer,” God cried.
Jeremy watched closely, with tears falling from his eyes, and his pupils reflected God, hitting Lucifer with another flash of light, causing Lucifer’s wings to turn red.
“I gave you everything,” God spoke with rage and hurt in his voice. “I even gave you my love, and you turned against it all, you turned against me!”
Lucifer started crying even more, never seeing this side of his father before, never wanting to see it again, not knowing what to do or how to change his father’s mind. In the distant skies stood the beautiful angel woman named Sam, seeing the fight, weeping out in melancholy toward Lucifer’s actions, with him not seeing her at all. Jeremy’s eyes caught the angel Sam, and he raised his voice to Luke, saying, “There’s that girl again. Luke, who is she? She looks just like our Sam.”
“That’s because she is, Jeremy. Just watch.”
The great battle continued, with pride taking over in Lucifer’s eyes, seeing the other angel children in the distance, by the doorway where Jeremy and Luke stood, with fear in their eyes; Lucifer didn’t want to show them his weakness. As soon as he turned back to God’s image, the angel children ran away, leaving Lucifer there alone, still believing they were watching him and judging his bravery with their supposedly innocent eyes. So, he wiped his tears away and didn’t beg to God for his mercy. Even though he wanted to, yearned to, his pride was so great that he craved to show the angel children he wasn’t afraid of God’s will and powers, even though their eyes were nowhere to be found.
Jeremy, tears still falling down from his pale face, looked at Lucifer in bafflement, wanting to have him apologize to God more and more, but not hearing anything come from Lucifer’s voice. Sam, with angelic beauty, yearned for Lucifer to apologize as well, but all of their eyes caught the sight of God’s anger, still weeping from rage, giving out a roar that cast wind throughout the room.
God roared, “You … shall now be called ‘Satan’!”
Lucifer began growing horns from his scalp, screaming with pain as blood rushed down from his head while the horns shot out of it. His nails started to grow larger, and his eyes turned blood red.
“Come on, Jeremy, we must go now,” said Luke, pulling Jeremy by the arms. “You don’t want to see this!”
“Yes, I do, just leave me alone, I want to see what happens. I want to see what happens to me!” Jeremy pulled away from Luke’s tug, and watched Lucifer’s brightly lit body turn into a low dim of red. His red wings suddenly stopped moving and he started to plummet with great speed. Since there was no floor to fall upon, Lucifer started to descend toward the clouds, when abruptly he grabbed onto God’s white robe and tried to pull his flightless body upwards. He gazed down at the clouds and realized if he let go, he was going to fall, plummet to a place that wasn’t known to him, a place that was beyond and below the earth. Lucifer then glanced toward the doorway where the angel children had been standing, and finally discovered that they were gone, no longer judging his strengths with their eyes, not witnessing this moment of evil versus good.
So Lucifer turned quickly back to God, seeing him looking down at his face in sadness, and let out his true feelings, swallowing his pride and crying, “No…Father…please no… I’m so sorry!”
After his cry, Lucifer lost his grip from fatigue, and fell when, unexpectedly, God grabbed onto his left hand, where Lucifer was left dangling in the air. “Why?” God asked, with Lucifer being ready to spill out his guilt and honesty. Yet, before his voice was heard, Lucifer turned to the northern part of the sky he was dangling in and saw the angel children idle, floating in the heavens and gawking at his action. He caught the sight of them laughing at his weakness, causing Lucifer’s mind to grasp the eccentric evil again.
He turned back to God’s face, and replied loudly so the angel children could hear from their great distance, “Because I am more powerful than you!” He then shot out a great, red light with power in its sweltering ball, toward God’s chest, striking it hard, with pain to follow in God’s eyes. “If I go, you go to,” he shouted, crawling up God’s white robe in panic and reaching his shoulders. There, Lucifer reached over God’s head and grabbed onto a statue of an angel that hung from the ceiling of the room, getting a good grip and pulling himself onto it. He then shot out a blaze of fire toward God’s wings, stopping them from fluttering, causing his own Father to soar toward the clouds and fall quickly with a speed of greatness. God began to work his wings again, and stopped his fall, but Lucifer shot out another blaze of fire toward his wings, stopping them once again, causing God to plummet even more toward the abyss of evil. Every time God would start his wings again, Lucifer would stop them with his powers, looking at the angel children in the distance, wanting them to see that he was more powerful than the man who created them.
“My love, please stop it,” the angelic Sam wept out, making Lucifer turn his head toward her beauty and understand that he was doing wrong. Through this, he lost sight of hurting his father, and just stared at Sam, seeing her crying out to him, wanting her tears to stop before his began. Through her weeping, Lucifer understood what he had done, but it was too late for him now. “I love you,” she said, placing her hands to her eyes, weeping so greatly that the tears could be seen flowing through her fingers.
But then, in the clouds of thickness and beauty, a figure was shown to all their eyes, flying quickly toward God’s plummet.
Jeremy asked Luke, “What’s that?”
“Who do you think it is, Jeremy?” Luke answered; their eyes saw that it was a man angel that grabbed onto God’s body to stop his fall. The man angel brought God back up to the room and Lucifer’s eyes beamed anger at this man’s presence. God’s own wings began to work again, and there hovered this man of mystery and God, both gawking at Lucifer who sat on a statue which hung from the ceiling. “It’s Michael. You know him as ‘Saint Micha
el’.”
Saint Michael, with fury in his flutter, shot toward Lucifer, grabbed onto the large statue that hung from the ceiling, and pulled at it, fluttering his wings faster and faster, trying to pull the statue down with Lucifer on it. Lucifer started to cry again, showing his true emotion toward the situation. Yet, of course, he glanced toward the skies, and saw the angel children, still watching him strongly, causing his emotions to turn from tears to laughter, forgetting that his love, Sam, was still in the skies, weeping at his actions, wanting him to stop this rage. “What, Michael, too weak for it?” laughed Lucifer, shooting out a blaze of fire toward St. Michael, missing him, but burning a feather from his right wing. He then, with laughter still coming out, turned to God that hovered in the air, and saw God looking up at him, staring at Lucifer with sadness as he hung from the ceiling with St. Michael still fighting to pull the statue off from it so it would fall with Lucifer. The statue weakened, and pulled partly off of the ceiling, dangling from it, while Lucifer hung onto one of the marble wings, fighting for his grip. He suddenly caught sight again of Sam in the eastern sky. He saw her eyes, flushed with tears, and abruptly understood the evil malevolence that was taking over him, accepting it, yet longing for the love again that his father gave to him, as well as the woman he loved. Their stares continued, with Lucifer’s red eyes turning away from Sam instantaneously.
“Goodbye, my son,” cried God.
He heard those words, and turned his red eyes toward God. “Father, I–,” shouted Lucifer, before God pushed St. Michael gently out of the way, and pulled on the statue himself, completely tearing off the ceiling with his force. Lucifer still hung onto the statue, as they both plummeted downwards, with God wondering what it was that Lucifer wanted to say, and Sam, still in the distance, crying for her love. Lucifer cried out, falling faster down through the clouds, and Jeremy’s tears fell just as fast, knowing that Lucifer was going to land in the depths of the waste and void that was known as earth’s damnation.
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