My imagination no matter how creative it was, had not prepared me for my encounter with Lucifer. I watched awestruck as he stood, apple in hand, grinning down at a small quivering child. It was the first time I had ever seen him; his aura was so powerful and dark that it blinded me in broad daylight. I was sucked into his dark void, and without voluntary consent, my body began to walk towards his form. Left foot marching before the right, I weaved my way through the crowd, and past a man yelling for the police.
Standing before the tall form known as Satan, I couldn’t restrain the loud exhale of air as our eyes connected. My right thumb had twitched for several minutes before I realized my soul hadn’t been taken. I hadn’t felt the seven layers of hell licking away at my skin as the fire consumed my soul. The confusion I felt was immeasurable.
Beside me, Lucifer laughed loudly. At that point, my eyebrows raised into my forehead. Was his laugh a signal for his hellhounds? He then broke eye contact and reached his empty hand towards the young girl curled in a fetal position. My body pulsed with my heart as I regretted a life soon to be taken so young.
When his smiting blow was used to help the girl off the ground, my jaw dropped to the dirt covered road. Extending the apple towards the young girl he winked and urged her to continue on her way. As voices yelling thief began to come closer, his smile dropped and a mischievous grin took its place. Out of nowhere the enforcement dogs running beside their masters tugged on their leashes dragging the men down a different alley and out of sight.
“Cat got your tongue?” His deep voice sliced through the tension surrounding us.
“More like hell-hound,” I mumbled slightly shifting backward.
Walking forwards for every step I took, he chuckled darkly. “Ah, so you’re one of those angels?”
Narrowing my eyes I stood my ground. “What do you mean ‘one of those angels’? Coming from you that is a rich accusation.”
“Definitely still defensive,” he said as if I hadn’t spoken, “still in shock of your exile? Hoping daddy will return and rescue his favorite pet” he asked, each question gaining more maliciousness.
“I don’t have a father,” I said with the most conviction I had ever mustered before. “Family doesn’t leave anyone behind. And for your information I wasn’t exiled, I jumped.”
“Feisty, little fella aren’t you” he acknowledged mockingly while rubbing my head. “My doors always open to opinionated orphans. I like my hell-hounds to have a little backbone.”
Hitting his hand away to break our contact, I glared into his amused eyes. “And why would I ever follow you?”
“Like you said, family doesn’t abandon family and you’re a long way from home.”
Rolling my eyes at him, I turned to leave. I left home for a reason. I wasn’t afraid of solitude. With each step I took away, I felt as if I was missing some important information. I could hear Dali Lama’s nagging voice telling me to look for the good in all situations. Snorting to myself I questioned what good Lucifer could bring with his existence.
“I also know where father is,” a voice called in the distance. Turning slowly I gazed at Lucifer over my shoulder. In his hand rested a piece of the Holy Grail. The gold chain secured around his neck gleamed in the sunlight.
“Where the hell did you get that,” I ground out in anger.
He only smiled and nonchalantly shrugged his shoulder. “In hell of course, when Father gave it to me.”
Clenching my fists, I stood still as the world continued around me. Humans continued to laugh and hold hands as they passed me, their hearts filled with joy. It was such a great juxtaposition to how I felt. The last piece of hope I had for humanity and God broke away. Even if he were to return at this moment I would deny him.
So many of my brethren had been separated from loved ones, for consorting with the devil, and yet he gave him one of the sacred objects. If humans were made in God’s image then they were doomed too, doomed to be hypocritical, greedy and selfish beings.
With each step towards Lucifer, I felt myself crumbling away. What was the meaning of my existence if it wasn’t to guard the sacred objects from corrupt hands? Did I even need a reason to live? The humans didn’t have a reason other than to please God, who at the moment was absent.
As Lucifer once again rested his hand on my head, I strengthened my resolve. I hated God and thus the humans. He had no real reason to abandon us and his post, which he had done by giving away half of the Holy Grail. From that day on, I stopped calling him father all together. Instead I referred to him by the titles the humans had bestowed on him. He was no longer my father but the bane of my existence. He was God and I was a newly transformed demon.
After centuries passed without word from either of my brothers, I became wary of the unforeseen invitation neatly placed in the middle of my kitchen table. They would have known by now that I no longer followed the path of light and relished in the coolness of the shadows. And so the irony of their calling card was not lost on me. Rolling my eyes I picked up the cross and decided to follow the directions to the meeting spot. At least my Friday night would be interesting.
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