who was metamorphosed from
Lucifera, walked the Pit amid his fallen, loyal minions.
Written upon the face of the Father
of Lies was seraphic
frustration. A fire burned within his dark soul, fueled by anger,
despair, and hubris.
Lucifer's minions fell before him as he passed. They
were inflicted with moral blindness, but less so. They sacrificed
their souls unto him, for failing him.
Lucifer walked his desolate domain of fire and ice, the
four wings of six that once
defined him as Seraph, wilted
upon his shoulders, like rotting vegetation, and fell off. She
who was female and beautiful once was now male and ugly, a physical
manifestation of his utter spiritual corruption.
Lord of the Flies, as he walked amid the fire and through
a blizzard of ice, was his iron pyrite namesake. It was frozen
in the sky, a moment before it hit Earth.
Lucifer had hanged himself
by his own petard, when he sent the asteroid out of the
Kuiper Belt to annihilate
Earth, to defy
Hephzibah with his last deific
thought. Asteroid Lucifer
was destined to plug the eternal stream
falling from Heaven
to Hell, as was written in
God's Great Book. The
asteroid was destined to seal the void and to lock the
Dark Lord, within his dark
Hell, for all time.
walked through the snow storm, away from the asteroid.
The inhabitants of the water world were his, at last. He had
won their souls. Nine billion
human souls were his. It was the price
Heaven was willing to pay to end the conflict, to put
an end to the ongoing War of Heaven.
Lucifer, it was a bitter victory. As he walked the
Pit, through the driving blizzard, lost humans prostrated
themselves, amid the brimstone and the fire. They groveled upon
their faces. Children raised their hands over their heads, in
surrender. Old men sank upon their knees and accepted their destiny.
Entire families bent their heads before him, in prayer. The
Angel of Deceit, exerting his
eternal right and in a perfunctory manner, wrenched the
small, human souls from them all, as he passed. He never gave
them another thought. The sickly, green reek of death cut above
the fresh smell of snow and the sulfurous stench of brimstone,
as the bloated, decimated, and heaped, human bodies were left
to rot, in Hell, without burial,
prayer, or remembrance.
upon an eternity, Lucifera's
seraphic eyes reflected the
deific image of Eternal God,
and no one else. Now, Lucifer's
eyes reflected the carnage of
Heaven split and lost, Earth
destroyed, and the endless fire, ice, and torment of
the Pit. What once were eyes
as brilliant as diamonds, were now dull, opaque, and weathered
pieces of glass.
and hail whipped, as the Dark Seraph
walked the confines of Hell.
Like a jaguar trapped in a cage far too small,
Lucifer's delusion of greatness and the
hubris that fueled it, turned to insanity. His once
ethereal, seraphic body had shriveled into a wingless
serpent and from that into the horned and cloven-hoofed
had won the souls of an entire planet, but at what price?
Paradise was lost. All was
lost. There was no victory celebration. There was no parade of
the triumphant. There was only sadness at a challenge defeated,
an eternal love lost, and a trust betrayed. With body scorched
and soul burned beyond repair, Lucifer
walked round and around his demolished kingdom of fire
and ice, falling backward, springing
forward, degenerating, regenerating, like a wheel spinning
both ways at once, revolution without
resolution, questioning where it all went wrong, and
what he could have, should have, would
have done to make it right.
Hephzibah of Heaven copyright © 2007 Mark A. Carter.
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