I’m not what you think I am. I can almost guarantee that.
I’m also not where you’d expect me to be, which is living
in Hell ruling the demonic masses and shaking my fist
towards the heavens.
Nope. I’m here, just like you are. This world is my
kingdom, and I roam freely. I’ve never actually been to
Hell. It’s not my time yet. I’ve roamed from the beginning.
I tempted Eve in the garden. Tempted Christ in the
wilderness, and taunted and laughed as he hung on the
cross.
I suppose you think because I’m known for my
pride, that I’d be offended by the cartoon images of the
Devil. The guy with the red onesie poking people in the ass
with a pitchfork, I love it. Makes it easy for me when I look
someone in the eyes and I can see that they have no idea
who I really am. Deception made easy.
I pace the floor in Cora’s living room, invisible to
human eyes. She sits. Sobbing in a heap on the floor.
Curled up on new, deep pile carpeting that has just the
perfect shade of dark gray to match the light gray walls.
Bright, black hair falls into her face, she clutches it with her
fists, screaming out a swear word.
Crossing to her, I sit down beside her and lean
towards her ear.
“He left because he doesn’t love you anymore.
There isn’t any other reason,” I whisper.
She stares at the door, as if he’s standing there,
throws out barbs at him in anger, wishing he were there to
hear them.
“He will be back.” She sniffles after a moment.
Drags her hand across her face, wipes her runny nose. “He
is just mad. Tomorrow, he will be back.”
I watch her head for her shower, hoping that it
might wash away the remnants of her horrible evening.
A bad night for her is just the beginning for me. I’ve
been waiting for this day for a long, long time. Now that
it’s here I can finally get this ball rolling. The plan I’ve had
since she was a child.
I stand up, spreading my wings. Time to get this
show on the road. Unfortunately, even the devil has rules to
follow. A created being just like any other, I exit her
humble abode and head for Glory, to get permission to play
with her. It’s always been this way, I choose my victim,
and then I have to run to the Most High to play “Father
may I.”
It’s bullshit.
***
I’m as old as the foundations of creation. Angels were
created before mankind. There’s no way for me to explain
to you how long I resided in Heaven, in my station by the
very throne of God. Time here isn’t the same as time on
Earth, it doesn’t really exist in an eternal place like Heaven.
I walked these streets of gold long before I shed blood on
them during the war that got me banished.
The light is blinding when I walk into the throne
room. Eyes down, I avoid the warmth of His face.
“ Every knee shall bow .”
I hear the voice as I’m forced to my knees before
His throne. The words echo like music, or a waterfall, in
my mind as my knees hit the floor. The light hurts my eyes
so I look away. Before the fall, I was able to look into His
face and feel the warmth of the love that comes from Him,
but now it hurts.
Yet, here I am.
“ Why have you come to me?”
“I come for Cora Davies. She is not your servant,
yet you protect her.” I speak with my head bowed, not in
reverence, but because the light is burning. I’d go on, but
what’s the point? It’s not like He doesn’t know everything
before I even walk in here.
“ You wish that I remove my protection from
Cora?”
“You protect her, yet she does not worship you.
Remove your protection and she will curse you for
eternity.”
“Father of lies, you attempt to deceive me. You
want the child that she has not yet born.”
I attempt to look up, and regret it instantly. I cast
my eyes down and wait. I know better than to argue.
“Very well, you will get your chance, as promised.
All that she has is in your power, but you may not harm her
physically.”
I should be satisfied that I got my way, but
somehow, I’m not. He always has a plan. I’ve been trying
to defeat Him since the beginning, and have failed over and
over. My time is coming, however. I can’t give up, this
time I may succeed. The Almighty allows me to rise off my
knees, and I exit without the pleasantries of ‘thank you’ or
‘goodbye.’
The child that she has not yet born, true. But it’s not
that I want the kid, I want to prevent it from ever existing.
This brat will usher in the events that bring my reign to an
end. My kingdom, Earth, ripped from me, and my demons
and I cast out. I can’t let that happen. Defense is the best
prevention.
Spreading my wings, I turn and leave the throne
room of the Most High.
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