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  Lucifer, God’s beloved son

  By Chong Shipei

  Copyright 2011 Chong Shipei

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  Prolo: The Child and Lucifer

  Lucifer smiled as he made himself appeared in the physical form of a man. He entered the room which his Satanists had prepared for him. They had captured the girl, the child of his enemy. They had captured the only daughter of a Christian pastor, who had been meddling with his work. Mr. Elijah Green had been active in his outreach to the Satanists. His effective work and fervency for Jesus had resulted in the conversions of many Satanists to Christianity.

  This had resulted in a loss of face for Lucifer, especially before his subordinates. Asmodeus and Beelzebub might think that he was a fool, but Lucifer was well aware of their criticism of his failures behind his back. Together with Belial, Leviathan and Abaddon, they had been gossiping about him! As if it was his fault and only his fault that Mr. Elijah Green was successful in his outreach! Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belial, Leviathan and Abaddon had been blind to their own failures. He, Lucifer, had placed them as leaders to oversee the general affairs on Earth, and they had been negligent in their works. They had been lazy and complacent, underestimating the simple Christian pastor until he started to succeed in turning one Satanist after another away from Satanism, and into the hands of that arrogant Son of God, who died on the cross for the world.

  And it was up to him, and him alone to handle the mess that they left behind in their utter incompetency. When they finally reported to him about the presence of this Elijah Green, it was too late for him to do anything! Much too late indeed! This simple pastor had grown so wide in his faith for Jesus that it was impossible to stop him at his works.

  Incompetent fools! If they had told him about the problem earlier, while Mr. Green was still a young pastor, struggling to hear God's voice accurately, something might still be done to cause the pastor to doubt God's call in his life. A false vision, a misleading dream, a beautiful girl, a rich and successful career, disapproving christian brothers and sisters. Oh, there were so many possibilities, so many avenues Lucifer could use to lead this Elijah to a path away from his true calling. Now, Mr. Green had seen too much successful conversions of the Satanists to Christianity, that it is impossible to make him doubt his calling.

  All that remained for Lucifer to do was to make the pastor pay back for all the damages he had done. Yes, revenge. If Lucifer could not make the pastor turned away from his true calling, then Lucifer would make sure that the pastor suffered in as great a manner as possible, for the humiliation he had caused Lucifer to experience, before God, before the holy angels and before incompetent fools like Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belial, Leviathan and Abaddon.

  As such, Lucifer had brought himself to swallow all his humiliations and discomfort, and went to present himself before the throne of God. Just like what he had often done, when he wanted God to give him the power to hurt someone, who, otherwise, would have been protected by God and out of his reach. He had to bring himself to ignore all the glares of the holy angels that were surrounding God, as he presented his petition before the Most High.

  “Give me the child of Elijah Green.” Lucifer petitioned.

  “Why?” God questioned. Lucifer was uncomfortable with the look that his maker was giving to him. It was as if God had seen through all of him, being aware of all his motives.

  “This Elijah claimed to love you above all things. Yet, I had noticed that there were moments when he forgot all about you when he was spending his time with his only daughter. His love for you was not true.” Lucifer lied. He knew in his heart that Elijah did love God.

  “I had never doubted Elijah's love for me.” God replied.

  “Then, give me the child.”Lucifer hissed.

  It was weird how God had looked at him, then. God had looked at him with His eyes. His so piercing, so knowing, almost seemingly sorrowful eyes. Lucifer almost thought that there was some love in those eyes. Love for the pastor, love for the child, and love even for him. Except it was not possible, of course, that God still loves him. Not after his rebellion. Not after all he had done. Not after God had proclaimed through His book of revelation that He would send Lucifer to burn eternally in the lake of fire. No, thought Lucifer to himself, he must have imagined those love he saw in the eyes of His maker. God loves the pastor, He loves the child, but He does not love Lucifer. Not anymore.

  “Give me the child.” Lucifer repeated.

  Again, the sorrowful looking eyes. It seemed to plead with Lucifer, to ask Lucifer to turn away from his evil, and be good. But it must have been his imagination, of course. God had after-all, declared to the whole universe his judgment of Lucifer. God had condemned him to an eternity in the burning lake. God had ceased calling him by his name Lucifer, and addressed him as Satan. God had ceased to love him. He was no longer a son of God, he was now God's enemy. God's only desire for him was to see him suffered eternally.

  And he wished he could make God suffered, too. Physically, mentally, emotionally. But since he could not make God suffered in a physical or mental sense, he would have to confine himself to hurting God emotionally. And that was what he had been doing, and what he would continue to do.

  “Give me the child.”Lucifer said, calmly.

  “Very well, the child is in your hand. But on her father, do not lay a hand.”God replied. Lucifer smiled. That was what he wanted to hear. The glares of the holy angels, some of who used to be his friends, were hard to ignore. But somehow, Lucifer managed to ignore them.

  On obtaining his permission from the Most High, Lucifer set to work. He ordered Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belial, Leviathan and Abaddon to gather together his top Satanists, and to convey to them his wishes for them to kidnap the only daughter of Elijah Green. He promised to give them more Satanic power than they had ever possessed if they accomplished his will. Incompetent though they were, the Satanists managed to kidnap the child, and they had locked her in the room of a mansion that belonged to one of them. Lucifer had no interest to know whose room it was he was using, he was not interested in knowing the names of the Satanists who had successfully kidnapped the child for him. They were merely his tools for him to make full use of, and then to dispose of when they were of no more use to him. He hated them as much as he hated the Christians, and the rest of the human race.

  For now, he was obsessed about and thinking of the child, and the many ways he could hurt her. The many ways he could make her father paid!

  The girl was about 12 years old and she blinked her eyes as Lucifer entered the room. Apparently, she was surprised to see him, surprised but calm. Lucifer tried to smell for the scent of fear and dread within her, but all he managed to smell was her sense of calmness, and a bit of curiosity.

  “Do you know who I am?” Lucifer asked.

  “Satan.” The child replied.

  “Aren't you afraid of me, then?” Lucifer hissed.

  The child blinked her eyes, but she did not reply. Lucifer made use of his power, and a knife appeared in his right hand.

  “I am going to kill you,” Lucifer said.

  “Was it fun?” The child asked.

  “Fun?” Lucifer questioned.

  “Killing. Was killing fun?” The child asked.

  “It had nothing to do with fun. It was something that I wanted done.” Lucifer replied.

  “Why?” The child asked.

  “Because I
hate you.” Lucifer replied.

  “Was it fun?” The child asked. “Was hating someone fun?”

  “No,” Lucifer admitted. “It was not fun.”

  “Then, why hate?” The girl asked.

  “Because I had nothing to lose,” Lucifer replied. “He will be sending me to hell. Whether it is one person that I hurt or a million persons, my judgment will be the same.”

  “Are you afraid of judgment?” The girl asked.

  “No,” Lucifer lied.

  “Do you still love Him?” The girl asked.

  “No,” Lucifer replied.

  “Do you once love Him?” The child questioned.

  “Maybe,” Lucifer replied.

  “Do you miss the maybe?” The child asked.

  Lucifer sighed, “Maybe...”

  “Then, ask Him to forgive you.” The child said.

  “He won't forgive me,” Lucifer replied.

  “How do you know if you never ask?” The child questioned.

  “He said so in His book. In Revelation. He declared my future for me. He would send me to an eternity in the lake of fire. The judgment had been set. The judgment had been written down in the book.”

  “Is the Judge more powerful or the book?” The child asked.

  “The Judge.” Lucifer replied.

  “Then, ask the Judge to change His mind about what He wrote in His book.” The girl said.

  “He won't. I know His justice. He hates me...” Lucifer said.

  “Have you read the book of Jonah?” The child asked.

  “I know all the stories in the Bible,” Lucifer replied.

  “Judgment was set against Nineveh. God proclaimed the destruction of Nineveh. It was His word. But was Nineveh destroyed in the end?” The child asked.

  “No,” Lucifer replied.

  “Why? Because God's word was not true?” The child asked.

  “No, because Nineveh repented and God changed His mind about the judgment He had originally decreed against Nineveh.” Lucifer said..

  “See? God can change His mind?” The child smiled.

  “But... the book... “ Lucifer protested.

  “God wrote the book, and if anyone can change the decreed written in it, that Someone is God.” The child replied.

  Lucifer was deeply disturbed. Could it be possible? Could there be a chance for him? Could God change His mind about the judgment? No, it could not be possible.

  “Stop telling me about God!” Lucifer shouted.

  “I will pray for you, pray for you to ask God to forgive you.” The child replied.

  “Shut up!” Lucifer yelled, and he lightly cut the throat of the girl. Even in his anger, he was in control of his own actions. He deliberately cut through enough of the girl's windpipe to ensure that she would die, but not so deep that she died immediately. He wanted the girl to suffer, to suffer the pain of suffocation.

  He laughed as the girl choked to breathe, while blood trickled down her throat. Lucifer wanted to lick at the blood that flowed down the child's throat, but something stopped him. It was the look that the child gave to him. A look of forgiveness. A look of love. The girl, although, struggling in pain to gather the air into her lungs, was saying through her eyes, I would pray for you.

  I would pray for you. I would pray for you. I would pray for you. The child's eyes screamed.

  Lucifer slashed at the throat of the child. Again. And again. And again.

  He was still slashing, when Abaddon came for him.

  “Lord, the girl is already dead,” Abaddon said, looking amused at Lucifer's uncontrollable rage.

  “I know she is already dead,” Lucifer lied. “I just wanted to make sure that her father knew that I did it in hatred.”

  “As you said, my Lord,” Abaddon replied, although he still looked amused.

  “Why are you here?” Lucifer regained his calm composure.

  “It is about the archangel Michael. He had defeated Beelzebub. And the head Satanist of The Black Chapel had accepted Christ, under the leading of Elijah Green.”

  Incompetent fool! Lucifer wanted to yell at Abaddon, but chose to keep his thoughts to himself.

  I would pray for you. The echo of the child would not go away. Oh, why wouldn't it go away?