For Whom the Bell Tolls - Genesis: 2

CHAPTER TWO: For Whom the Bells Toll

Now there were twists in this tale. When God was a child, Lucifer had grown up alongside the blue-eyed boy. They fought in wars side by side and watched the others back as if it were their own. They were inseparable for a long time. But time, as all things do, changes. One turns cold-hearted. Plots against the other, convinces one-third of the angels in heaven to not give up their free will for that of another's.

So, a civil war was fought in Revelation "the war to end all wars" as Lucifer called it. He campaigned for it. More angels rallied behind him and not their God. Angels killed one another, and God did nothing.

 God said, "If I were to intervene now, heaven would not learn its lesson. The most valuable lesson to be learned."

Action spoke louder than words, Lucifer thought. "There are no more lessons to learn. What is it with you? Have you gone and hit your nose? Do you not see what I do? You do not intervene, even with all that power." Lucifer in frustration explained. "You could do so much more. Instead, you stay here, hiding from me. Why are you wasting all of our time building this place anyways?" Lucifer said to God, referring to the garden as a waste of space, kicking up dirt trying to destroy what he could.

God who sat in Eden on his throne, got up from the small belvedere area outside where rose, lily, tulip and all the flowers etc., occupied. Colorful plants blossomed from the ground. The fields just beyond the pavilion's white picket fencing were pasteurized ready for more seeds to be planted.

God spoke. "Settle down, Lucifer. It is not the end of the world."

Lucifer interjected. "But it is the end of the world!"

God off from the chair went downstairs shaking his head like an older brother might do to a naive younger one. He said, "It will not end." He said it plain and simple. "It was started by you. And it will end with you."

Lucifer got what he meant. He thought he was the more confusing one out of the two. God spoke hermeneutically most of the time. Lucifer always had to decipher his words like code or a puzzle where all the pieces are blank and nothing south of the picture is made.

"This is where we depart then." Lucifer said summoning a spear of dark matter into his hands. "Because it ends when I send you death."

"Don't do this, Lucifer." God pleaded, patting his hands down at the air. "You'll force my hand."

We all know how this ended. So, I'll skip the most grueling parts of it. In the garden of Eden, as Lucifer lay dying, before the Law Defyer was sealed by God. He used the rest of his power to disappear. He left and went somewhere far away from here.

He goes to the void first and foremost in seek of harbor. He learns to navigate well by merely walking. He walked until the knees gave out. His feet turned red and sore, then his feet became black and resilient. Lastly, he keeps what was in the sulfur. Scooping the sulfur from the sand floor he breaks it open sifting through the shard to find pearls. Sigils, remnants of a wish made long ago.

But forget about him for a second. Forget about everything you think you know. Only when in tight-knit space will nuclear fusion begin to occur. That's what was happening. He alone did not matter, but a collision was coarse, and the Morningstar would be reborn once more.

*

A sort of traveler popped his head through a fading crack. He had never seen anything like it. Never across all of space-time has there ever been an anomaly like this one here. He was fully taken aback by the crack, and once inside, there was another one. There were so many and soon, curiosity killed the cat. He goes from whence he came. The crack was no longer where it was and he was trapped.

He was only allowed to go deeper and deeper and found himself in a cul-de-sac. He cried for a long time, but time didn't account for it here. He trudged on like he had always done but was met with dead ends. He never gave up though, in his attempts to leave, so he looked in places where none would check.

No stone was left unturned. Piles of haystacks had been dissected down and a few needles were there but nothing needed to get him out. He hoped he would find it in thin air—whatever he was looking for. And then he found what he was looking for. There, trapped with him, was another person. Hymns of hope were brought to him by a harbinger. He was utterly shocked to see who it was.

It was Lucifer among the muck. If the traveler could just reason with the devil. He might be able to leave. The traveler faces a daunting challenge—one that would prove the most formidable. He had found the key, but will Lucifer lend it over?

*

[ACT 1: Foster & Pain]

His body is perishable. A desiccated corpse bloodlessly flat. Rotting fruit left out for far too long in the frigid folds that is rock bottom. The skin's decomposition comes to a halt. In a putrefaction process where the outermost layers of flesh marble, bloat, and then blister. These rose-like holes begin to be punched through the membrane growing unnaturally due to the festering combination of bacteria, death, and decay.

Greenish black, somehow pale gray, frozen solid, a petrified statue, left for dead, torn. As the tears tethered to his seemingly hard posterior, it blew brittle. Thin pieces of devitalized tissue flaked further as the derma broke down turning into ash before it hit the ground. The slightest breeze blows it up, only for the fragments to return and repeat in due order.

His condition reflected the circumstances. How the mighty have fallen. How one can turn from dawn to dusk leaving the light of God in search of his own wickedness. Amongst self-soot lay embers to a fire of no avail. He resembles an effigy slowly burning. A shivering, icy anthropomorphic flame was set ablaze by actions long past. Of what remained equated to about several handfuls of ashen. A far cry from whom this shell had claimed to be.

He awoke, collecting the thoughts that first came to him. He didn't take a breath. He did not utter a single word but could be heard aloud.

He spoke through his mind: "I met him by accident. He was the personification of glory and all my Morningstar. What has happened? What have I lost? Forgotten in an epoch of stagnation this foreboding strife never leaves me. A feeling of a war still to be fought and words to be sought—they can never be found. I would spit such distaste out the mouth, yet there was an everlasting bitterness to what once was, to what now is lost, that sat a tip of the tongue on the verge of words and the imminent need for them to be answered. There was no light at the end of this tunnel, this bottomed hole. It may well have been bottomless."

The voice echoed through the chamber, low and monotone, in need of water. The parchedness shone through, even if it was just in his head. The constant state of thirst had left a permanent impression that permeated words sour.

He proceeded with a sermon:

"In the deep, dark crevices of solid, cold sedimentary, I am placed in a deposit. A pocket weaved from the finest fabrics space-time has to offer. Neither here nor there. Neither a webbing of verses nor a place above or below the clouds, what you would call the afterlife. It's meant for rodents made of lead. Filth stacks are becoming something bubonic. If I could just see it, I would paint you the most magnificent picture. I can only describe how it feels.

Do you know about the silence and the screaming quiets in my mind? Murmuring what I'm not sure is the truth or a lie. Is it really me, or is it Satan in disguise? Whatever it may be, this quiet place is loud.

So, where am I? A stationary Hell to remain to oversee a hate fantasy filled with torture porn fixated in the past.

So, what am I? I: cadaver, mutilated beyond repair, rectification.

So, who am I? Fought against the higher powers and led an army of millions, all for a better life. All to protect my home.

Call me a sin. Therefore, I am pride. I say it's the prejudice of God that should be acknowledged.

Call me Morningstar, for I am the brightest in the sky when you are looking away, and one day, the thrall will be superficial. I'll seep in and infect the seeds.

Call me Lucifer, for that is my name. My reign is supreme; my will is the future; and my words are the truth. Every action I take breaks foundations, concepts are created, and freedom is finally unrestricted!

I am fairer. What fairness does he have that I don't? It is a free game; do you not understand? What fairness does a knife have when it's placed between the blades of your shoulders? Do you see equality in a field on fire or in the home smoldering down? There is only flame, and there is a claim. One's life for another, sufficient stake, the rule of the world vs. the rule of fire. That you may be scorned, taken from life early, for the good or for the bad. Binaries in hindsight: If there is nothing, then nothing goes to smoke.

The difference is, I promise. Elohim leb lisrof (God will let it burn) Horchihti at ze (and I proved it)."