After careful consideration as to the direction of this blog, I have decided—with no small amount of trepidation—to return to the dark recesses of the abyss and once again stand face to face with the most insidious and vile creature in all of creation. This will be a most difficult journey, fraught with peril and I urge you to consider carefully the path that is set before you.
While not for the faint of heart, I am confident that should you choose to join me in this journey, you will by the grace of God be able to stand by my side in the face of this terrible creature and live to tell about it.
If you are ready then, let’s be off. If not, please find the EXIT nearest you.
The Scribe -
The Interview Continues …
“You seem a bit nervous, why is that?” Lucifer leaned back as comfortably as he could in his shackled condition.
“Why you are a funny one,” he snorted. “You know that there is no one else down here with us, so why do you look over each shoulder when I ask a question as if I was talking with them, hmm?” His narrow eyes are locked on to you, watching for the slightest of intentional movements and every nervous twitch that you make.
“Come now—sit down and get comfortable. The scribe will be back soon with a fresh bottle of ink and everything will be back as it should be. But in the meantime, there is no reason we cannot exchange a few pleasantries and take this opportunity to get to know one another a little better, is there?”
You ease yourself into the chair by the desk and shake your head.
“I am a little curious though,” he said, lacing his fingers behind his head. “Why did you remain behind while the scribe ran off on his little errand? Was it the scribe’s idea or was it your…own”
Your fingers wrapped white-fingered tightly around the chair’s handles while the rest of you, beginning with your rump starts squirming—your eyes flitting about in avoidance to the devil.
“So it was your idea,” he smiled, “how curious. How curious indeed.” He hopped agilely off of the rocky edifice causing the table to wobble as he approached you until the limit of his chains are reached. “You wanted to be here—to talk with me, is that it? Perhaps you have something to ask?”
You scrunch down in your seat and pull back, your body shaking from head to foot.
“My but you are a queer little human-rodent aren’t you?” He grinned while tapping his teeth with his fingernails observing your fearful face turn to anger. “But don’t be put off by what I said. You are not really a rodent—at least I am pretty sure that you are not.” He laughed. “It is simply a moniker that I attribute to all humans who I thoroughly detest including those religious, social and moral miscreants I lavish praise upon and love with an ever darkening love. So please—do not think more highly of yourself than you ought, for I despise you all.” He chuckled. “Whether his children,” Satan said, pointing up, “or mine, it really matters not as far as I am concerned. But I do wonder, to whom do you belong, hmm?”
The chain snapped abruptly as he thrust his accusing finger to your face and you instinctively duck even though you are well beyond his reach.
“Ha, ha, ha, you pathetic little creature! You must be his, and even if you aren’t I have no desire to lay claim to you or any others of your kind—except for a singular purpose and do you know what that is?”
Your blank stare reveals your ignorance.
“Do you know why I despise humans so much? Would you like to know?” Dropping his hand, the chain fell limp. “It’s really quite simple,” he said with a disarming smile. “I despise you because God loves you. There—now you know. Are you surprised? Of course it wasn’t always that way. In the beginning I was loved—I was honored—I was exalted in position and authority. I took my place at the hand of God—in his very throne room! In the beginning he loved me. In the beginning he sought me. In the beginning I was his mightiest cherub, the bearer of light, and then—.”
“I despise you because God loves you.” – Lucifer
The slow buildup began as a quiet rumble in the deep. Looking closely you are able to see tension manifesting itself throughout his body as muscles tighten—his fingers flexing and twisting in wicked contortions before gathering into tight fists. His chest expands slowly and deeply before expelling rapidly with every deep breath. His limbs distend under the contracting force of muscle, ligaments and tendons, his veins bulging under the surface of skin. But his face—gone was the disarming smile that you saw moments ago, replaced with a contorted and twisted painful face that knew nothing of love or goodness. The narrowness of his eyes and deeply furrowed eyebrows—the sharp peaks of his cheekbones—the gaping hole of his widening mouth with glistening teeth—his was the face of malice. His was the face of madness.
“He placed his eyes upon his new creation,” he snarled. “He tried to hide his betrayal from me, but I eventually found out. Assigned the task of mentoring the newly created humans, I was forced to leave heaven for the earth, where I was to dwell as I labored to bring enlightenment to the primitive minds of Adam and Eve. I was gone so long …” His voice quieted as his face changed yet again, this time appearing distant and lost—drifting through the waves of sad memories. “I was gone so long that it was no longer my name held in high regard in the echelons of heaven but those who assumed my duties. And on the earth—in the beginning, when God came to visit he sought me first. He greeted me! He thanked me! He talked with me about the progress of the humans and then we would go together to meet with Adam and Eve.
“But then one day—it changed!” He screamed and lunged forward, jerking violently on the chains with his legs—his hands clawing in the air. “I saw them!” His eyes widened as big as saucers and teeth were exposed to their roots as spittle flew everywhere. “Damn them! Damn him!”
Your eyes dart back and forth between the savage creature and the chains which bind him, thinking about running, but wanting to stay, hoping the chains will hold.
He fell to his knees, then fell back on the ground, angrily writhing about—growling, screaming, yelling and crying.
You slide a foot forward, hands on the desk in preparation for standing up and then, remembering what happened previously to the scribe, you think better of it.
“I was in the woods, taking a walk,” he said, his voice calming down. “There were things happening to me at the time that I didn’t understand, and I sought the solitude of the forest for the answers. But after a long afternoon among the trees, I gave up trying to find the answers and headed back. It was then, just as I was about to step out of the heavy growth that I saw them in the clearing—together.” He spat, delivering most of it to the ground beside him, but not all. “God had returned to the earth and I knew nothing of it,” he moaned. “He came and he sought the humans out instead of me.” He pushed himself up on his elbows. “I had my answer in an instant,” he snickered as he snapped his fingers.
“When the war began, I knew that you and your kind would play a pivotal role, for if I cannot go after God directly, then I will go after those he loves and inflict as much pain and suffering as I possibly can.”
Lucifer pushed himself up to his feet and stepped quickly to his throne.
“Just give me a couple of minutes to get settled and I’ll be ready to go.”
“I do not feel like talking today.” Lucifer put his head back, closing his eyes.
“You what?” Surprised by this turn of events, I sat down and dropped my chin into my hand while you just sit there and shrug your shoulders.
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The Scribe -