From my new novel, Touched by Darkness: the Journey of Lucifer
Warning: this is a roughdraft that is only for a visual, there are spelling and gramar errors.
When I first emerged onto the earth plane in my new form, the one that my devoted followers gave to me, I felt the planet tremble. To my surprise the people had abandon their caves and built stone cities. It was the time when I looked up and saw the tower of Babble and I was impressed. I walked and talked to people, they trembled in fear at the very site of me. I didn’t blame them, in fact I loved it.
In about three months they were worshipping me out of fear. I ruled them with an iron fist and every time one got brave and tried to oppose, I tortured them and then finally bled them dry. Why did I do this? There was nothing else to do, so might as well.
I started demanding human sacrifice in which they killed one of there own and in return I actually gave them plentiful crops. This fun would have lasted forever if the angels hadn’t come and started to fight, I might have ruled these pathetic humans for all time. My bloodthirsty rein lasted twenty years. Why it took the angels so long to come I didn’t know, but I hoped whatever it was, it would elapse into longer sessions in the future.
If Heaven wanted another fight, I would give them that. I was not about to loose my grip on a new empire so easily. I fought with my old comrades in the city of Babylon.
What fun it was, for here on Earth I could inflict pain upon them. My new Crowns showed that I had grown immensely, out passing any one angel. This meant that I could take one a hundred angels on my own, but I was out matched to the hundreds of thousands that stood and flew around my new city.
With my army of Hell, I fought and started winning. Finally evil was going to triumph over the weak power of good, or so I thought at the time. Victory was in my hands, but my winnings and power went to my head as it had in Heaven. I made a miscalculation in tactics and a Crown, called by humans as Raphael, came at me from behind with a golden sword and struck me with such force that I plummeted from the Tower of Babel and fell onto the earth, breaking my body. It was painful, more of the defeat than the falling. I should have known better than to turn my back on an enemy, no matter how weak they may appear to be.
My warriors surrendered as I lay unconscious for a few moments.
I woke shortly after my followers left Babylon and I was in a state of rage. I would not surrender anything so easily and so I destroyed the tower, which I had made my own. With the fire that lived in me, I unleashed it upon the tower and it crumbled at my feet and then I sat what was left of the city a blaze.
I left and took another form as a common human and roamed the world, spreading ciaos in my wake and yet the angels could not find me. That was until I went to Egypt.
There in the old land, I found a king that was loosing control of his kingdom. And his adopted brother came back and wanted his people “freed” as if they were slaves. I found this intriguing and so I went before the adopted brother known as Moses.
I came before him in the form of a burning bush and told him I was the god of the Hebrews. A perfect lie and the idiot bought it and he became my slave. I tolled him that the Pharaoh had planed to enslave his people and that I would not stand for that. He was to go before him and command that he let “my” people go. And I said to Moses that I would send my wrath upon Pharaoh if he did not comply to my will. Well for several weeks and became the plague of Egypt, showing some of my new powers to them, pretending to be a god. Well that was the most fun I had had in a long time. I must say me personally going out through the city and killing the first born sons was great fun! I loved it. Sending asteroids from space down to the earth was fun to watch. I sat on the Great pyramid and watched the whole show, as my minions went out to the world and spread evil everywhere they went. They made me very proud.
My finest work was when I parted the Dead Sea and made a dry path through rough currents. Of course I had to do this without being seen, not easy. Then I closed the walls of water on the Egyptians, but not before I told Moses that he must go to the nearest town and take as many supplies as possible and anyone who stood in his way must be eliminated. A small little mascara to cause Pharaoh to change his mind. What mayhem I caused and I loved every minute of it.
Then I really messed with Moses by telling him that the Promised Land laid just a little bit ahead. I led him into the desert and for forty years I led him in circles until he died and then I left his people. Before I left I took Moses up on a Mountain and gave him Ten Commandments that I made him write down on stone tablets. I knew deep down that no mortal could abide by and this pleased me. A great little mind trick I played on him.
I wandered down through Africa, curious as to what was there. To my great disappointment I found only wildlife and primitive people.
It was not in vain however, I found a mortal in one of the most savage of all tribes I had seen. This man was a fears and brutal warrior, which others would call a tyrant, filled with anger and rage and a lust for killing that rivaled my own. He was like a plague, killing everything in his path, whether it be man or beast. I loved his brutality and his will to dominate. I couldn’t resist myself. I came to him and promised him that if he would join me, he would know power far greater than anything he could ever dream of.
To my delight he accepted my offer, but on one condition that surprised even me. He wanted power to start things off. So I killed him and sent him to Hell, where my followers would show him what fear really was. I commanded that he stayed there for a while and then come to me in a new form that I would choose for him.
I waited ten years in the wilderness until a sing was given to me that he was ready to reunite with the world and join me on a blood thirsty crusade. I went back up into Egypt and found the perfect body for my new warrior. A strong man in his prime. To ensure my new savage could enter this vesial I had to make it vacant. I killed that mortal man in the most delicate of ways by small amount of poison so as not to damage the body.
Within an hour’s time, my new minion had arisen. Hell had made him powerful and more terrible than any killer on this earth. To test it, I made him show me what dark and unnatural powers my beloved Hell had given him, for the fires affect everyone differently. He seduced people to their most vulnerable and then slowly and painfully tortured or killed them. He had such a passion for it.
Unfortunately he got cocky as I had done during the fights with angels and he met a gruesome end. I was a little angry. So I ordered him to stay in Hell and train with the other warriors.
I got boarded after he died and so I left back to what the Jews called the Holy land. There I caused such war that would span many lifetimes. I played the Islamic against the Jews and visa versa. That was until the Christ child was born. Many Crowns and Rains came and stayed with him, so that I could not touch him. I went back to my kingdom of Hell and bided my time there, waiting for the right time to strike.
In my kingdom I watched and guided me fears savage. I gave him the name of Damian and gave him ranking in my newly formed army as my second in command.
His powers grew tremendously and I found in him someone with a passion for destruction equal to my own. I decided to give him a taste of what true evil was. I slit my wrist and gave him a mouth full of my blood, which contained a bit of my power which I gave to him. He loved it and yet it sacred him, for that little bit of power was astonishingly hard for him to comprehend, but with the passing of time he would learn more about it and how to control it in himself. What scared him was that it was not even a fraction of my power. In the centuries to come I would give him a little more every time he proved himself worthy of it. But as his power grew, so did my own, always pushing the limits and expanding the horizon.
I waited thirty-three years until I found the perfect opportunity. The Romans were getting ready to arrest Jesus and try him. I found that the Jewish Rabies wanted it more than the Romans did and so I came back to Earth and came before them as a clocked stranger. I told them that one among Jesus would trade him for silver and all they would have to do is show a little bag full of silver coins and Jesus would be theirs.
It’s funny that no other messiah has affected the world as much as Jesus had.
I never truly talked to Jesus or even met him, but I hated him for preaching about the Father and Mother and about unconditional love. I couldn’t stand it and so on the day of his crucifixion I stood there and laughed. But then I noticed that he did not die but merely suffered a bit and rose from his tomb. The geared at the cross gave him a sleeping draft that brought Christ close to death in a sleep. Then he and his wife left for what would one day be France and lived out the rest of his life there. This really pissed me off and so I thought of a plan to get back at the world. I did the unthinkable and helped Christ’s followers write the greatest book of all time. I helped wrote the Bible and edit it so that all most all of the Goddess and truth of love faded. I am the editor of Luke and Geneses, but I am the true author of Revelations, which I consider my greatest peace of work. Rewriting Luke and Geneses took a while, throwing out as much love and peace and everything about the Mother as I could. The consequences were that the scrolls contradict themselves over and over again. Humans are so dumb that they still believe it. Making humans fear, then love, and then turn against each other is such a great pastime. Sometimes I wish that it was not so easy. But sometimes there is a challenge.
I traveled to the East in hopes of spreading fear to a culture that was born in pure spirituality. The one thing that I cannot stand.
I made it to the ancient country of China and there I stayed for a few hundred years. It took a great deal of time and energy in corrupting those people. For the most part they were strong, but how could anyone stand against me and not fall to my will? I became a close adviser of the third Sovereign Emperor and during a war; I purposely gave him wrong information on a battle tactic that caused a thousand solders to die senselessly. Then I abandon him and went before his enemies and gave them all the information they needed to win and kill their adversary. Then I slaughtered them just for fun.
But I must say I do find the Chinese culture very interesting. I love their legends about dragons. I wish such creatures were real.
After that, I took the throne and ruled for six months, got board, and let my most trusted servant, Damian rule in my place. He enjoys living among mortals more than I do. I just get board very fast after things go the same ways over and over again, day after day. For me I need something to happen every other day to have my interest kept. I traveled the countryside, studying the culture and causing the occasional trouble.
One time I caused a little bloody rampage in a small secluded village. What a time that was. A small little secluded village with a population of thirty, most of which were farmers in the rice fields. This would be considered the worst mass killing in all of China for the next three hundred.
When I fist arrived, I was a wandering traveler just passing through. There was a small boy that I found as the outcast amongst the other little brats.
“They will never love you. They are going to hurt you more but if you wish to stop the pain there is only one thing that you can do to stop it. Take your fathers knife and kill them. Kill every single one of them and don’t stop until they’re all dead,” I told the little child. I am the most persuasive of all creatures. Fooling him was easy as pie. I just sat back and watched as he killed all the other children, slashing their throats and chests. I laughed hard from the shadows. Their screams brought me a great joy, but only for the moment.
When that was done, I watched as the other parents found out and then a mob formed and took the child from his parents and they viciously stabbed him and bared his body under a tree. I went to the boy’s parents and talked to them. I told them that they should not stand for such an injustice. Their friends and neighbors took their child from them and brutally murdered him. I barley had to push them towards vengeance. What a site, they went and started killing everyone. I thought I would mix things up and so I went to the other villagers and played each one against the other. I watched as the town became painted with blood and I was pleased.
I traveled the world and found people too easy to scare.
I traveled the jungles of what would one day be known as South America. There I ruled the native savages, demanding human scarifies every so often. These people were a curious sort, believing that I was a god, they obeyed my every command. This lasted for almost for more than a thousand years, where I practically ruled the continent, every native tribe from northern Mexico all the way down to the tip of South America. The Mayas and Incas were perhaps my most faithful. I left them every few centuries to travel down through the land.
Then the conquistadors came and slaughtered my servants. They begged for my help and after seeing the conquistadors fight and kill with a savagery that matched my second in command, I was thrilled. I followed them back to Spain, unnoticed in the shadows from which I lurked. It was amazing to see a new civilization, brutal and savage, more than the natives I lived with, and yet they had a curtain charm to them, perhaps sophisticated to hide their brutality.
Spain was stricken with poverty and rich nobles that boasted of their wealth. It was interesting to see the greed and snobbery in these new people.
Before I could work my magic, which would probably do very little as the country was already falling, I saw a few foreigners that spoke a strange language and acted superior to the Spanish people. I followed them back to their land, across a smaller sea to a big island that was much colder.
In England I found what I was looking for. The boat trip from Spain to London was insationable; the weather went from warm to cold, even though it was summer. Perhaps it was because my body was use to the warm weather; I felt this climate change more than the mortal on bored.
Briton I was to find dirty and the streets filled with peasants and disease. Still taking to the shadows, I moved through the streets unnoticed. Observing the new fashion I changed my appearance to that of a noble stature. I found that the people here, whether rich or poor, all flocked to the theaters to see actors put on plays, taking their worries of the time away.
One my second night in England I went to join the crowds at the Globe Theater to watch the all talked about play known as Hamlet.
Pure genius it was. Never in all my existence had I seen such a play as that. It put the Greeks to shame by far. I was thrilled that the human psyche could be brought out as such in a play, depicting many levels of human emotion and thought. It was as if William really knew how to go so deep into the human mind. I went and watched his later plays with just as much interest, astonished that a mere mortal could grasp such complex conceptions. This actually scared me for how could a simple man understand such things? This baffled me such, that I took my frustrations out on people by summoning the plague to spread across the city, killing hundreds. This did not satisfy me though. I realized that the drink no longer quenched the thirst, torture no longer gave pleasure as it once did, only a feeling of hallow emptiness filled the depths of my soul. It was time for me to descend; leave the world and wait for something better to come along.
I went back to Hell, for the world started to bore me again.
There I had a kind of rest. My minions came and went from Hell and Earth, causing great terror in my name. And ever so often they would take a “lost” soul and turn them to what I came to call the dark side. This gave me a little joy, but not much.
I’m sad to say that I had nothing to do with the Crusades. That was one things I missed out on. When I heard of this from my most trusted follower, Damian, I was pissed. Contrary to what I wrote, he was not my son, but more son like. He is my second in command. Next to me, he is one of the greatest dark demons in the universe. Why my followers call themselves demons I’ll never know, but I admit that it does have a nice ring to it.
Hell grew from one billion to two billion up until the World Wars on Earth, in which I sent Damian into life to become the most feared mortal of all time. He brought me great pleaser in knowing my evil would live in the world again. The fear he created in people was my proudest moment. But I still remained in Hell.
Though over trillions and trillion of entities still live, love, and stay with and for God, non of them could ever be turned away. That was fine with me. The fear that I drove into them was just fine. The fear that if in life they did not do what the Church said, they would go to Hell and live with me was just as good. I found that the Church had forgotten that I was their founder and creator. This I laughed when Damian came back and told me everything of the world. The lie I had spread about souls coming into Hell as a punishment from God, was still holding strong.
I lay in my kingdom of fire for what felt like ages, growing more bored and tired by every passing moment. I went into a trans like state, the closest I can come to sleep. I locked myself in the lowest, darkest part of Hell, known to my demons as the ninth level. It is the darkest place in the universe, where not even my light can shine. Nothing there but endless darkness and the only sounds are your own thoughts. I laid here, dwelling on old thoughts of when I was one of the greatest and most respected angel. I wandered why I had given it all up, why I like hurting others, and most importantly, why had God allowed me to be this way?
This state lasted for a long time. No demon dared to disturb me, for the consequences would be most sever. I used fear and false perspectives and lies about love to control them. It’s an occult bigger than the Catholic Church itself. Perhaps that is why humans call me the father of all lies.
I would have remained in this state of solitary confinement longer if I had not been disturbed.
At first I thought that I had finally gone crazy, but the sound was too alluring, too powerful to have come from me. It was the sound of an unearthly music, so rich in powerful vocals and instruments. It called to me.
At first I did nothing but listen to it. I thought that with the passing years it would fade away as everything else did, but with every passing earth year it grew stronger. It got to the point where I felt the urge to rise and go to earth and see the source of this strange power. Try and tame it to my will. It was strange. The music was filled with love, sorrow, passion, and pain. All the things I wanted to stand for, that I realized and wanted now more than anything. To hell with all this conquest and spread of fear. I wanted to give it all up and see what this strange power was and learn all I can about it.
I felt different. No longer anger or filled with malice, but curiosity.
My eyes opened and the sound of music intensified. Strange interments played, but I recognized one of them at least. The sounds of drums, but with a twist on how they were being played.
With one simple twist of my hand and wrist, the iron door that sealed me in this black oblivion, crashed to the cold stone floor, reveling my Hell I created all too long ago. The music grew louder as I stepped into the fire’s light. All my demons came and greeted me with such praise and yet I paid them no attention.
What music is this? I asked them, using my telepathy, the oldest of ways in which to speak without words.
“Music my lord?” they asked looking perplexed. “We don’t here any music sir.”
It had hit me like a ton of bricks, as the new saying goes. In my solitude, my powers had grown immensely. I heard music, but it was coming from outside my beloved Hell. My god, I could hear the mortal realm now! I felt surprised and thrilled. I walked to the highest level of Hell to where the gates laid.
All the while my faithful ones would not stop harassing me with questions, like a child that had just learned to talk. I stopped at the gates and said, “Now I go into the mortal world and face my destiny.”
“And what would that be my lord?” one of them asked with a pleading tone.
“For me alone to find,” I said with such coldness in the tone.
With a snap of my fingers the gates of Hell swung open and I went to make my way through when a stupid servant piped up, “What about us?”
Them. I didn’t care about them, never really have and I suppose I never will, just my way. I turned and looked at them. “What about you?”
“What is your will for us, my lord,” he asked now with fear on his tongue.
I smiled, which scared them for I have not smiled since I was last on earth. “Whatever it is you wish.”
“But…” he began. This irritated me and I felt I didn’t have time for this so with one swift movement of my hand I shot pure furry and rage at them, engulfing them in the very fire that gave them light. And then as fast as I had called it up, I took the fire back, leaving a Hell without fire, cold and dark as it was when I first fell. Into the mortal world I went, always fallowing that strange alluring music.