Lucifer, God's beloved son, Page 2

Chapter One-- God and Lucifer

  It was so long ago. It was so very long ago. The day of his creation. The day when he first became aware that he is a living being.

  Lucifer tried to shake the thoughts of the past away from his mind.

  He had paid a visit to the funeral of the girl, and Elijah Green was there. The man was pale, deeply shaken. He would not talk to anybody. He would not even pray to God. The ex-Satanists who tried to comfort him, were ignored by him. He was sitting alone by himself, clutching onto the photograph of his only daughter. Tears streamed down his deeply grieved face.

  Lucifer laughed. That is what you get for messing with me.

  Abaddon, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belial and Leviathan were with him at the funeral. They were laughing and chatting among themselves, ignoring him. Like him, they were delighted at the devastation of Elijah Green over the loss of his only daughter.

  Lucifer was so overjoyed at his accomplishment that he wanted to go to his subordinates, and talked to them. But he kept himself aloof, instead. No, he would not talk to his subordinates. He would not put into their mind the idea that he was friendly towards them.

  They needed to fear him, if he hoped to continue to exercise power over them. He knew they coveted his position, and if they thought he was friendly with them, they might just try to overthrow him. Like what he did with God.

  How long ago was it, when he first opened his eyes? And the first being that captivated his eyes was Him. He was full of curiosity, then. Full of curiosity of the being before him. Of the being that was busy creating other angels. Yet, in spite of His extreme business, God had the time for his curiosity, had the time to smile at him. It was so amazing, how God could be so busy creating the other angels, and yet seemed to have all the time for him. To give him all His attention, as if he was the only angel that He had created.

  He looked--looked with all of his eyes at God. And God looked back at him. He was so exalted, so exalted to see the being who had made him. He was so grateful, so grateful at being made, that he wanted to look with all of his strength at His maker. His maker was eagerly delighted to look at him. And for a long moment, God and him looked at each other, and they were not aware of the other angels. It was a special place, a place where only God and he existed, a place where no other being could intrude. And in that place, both God and him were so busy looking at each other that they forgot to see any other being or any other thing.

  “Are you done with looking?” God laughed. The first sound that he had heard. It was such a sweet sound, and his ears were delighted to listen to His laughter. He blushed.

  “You were looking at me,” Lucifer protested. And then, he blushed, again.

  God laughed. “You are pretty to look at.”

  “Like you?” He asked, curious. The being before him was very beautiful. He was beautiful beyond measure.

  “Not like me, but pretty, nonetheless.” God laughed.

  He blushed, again.

  “I like to look at you,” Lucifer said, shyly. “You are so beautiful.”

  “Do you really think I am beautiful?” God asked, delightfully.

  “Yes, I do. You are the most beautiful being I had seen,” Lucifer replied, shyly.

  “Will you never cease to think of me as being beautiful?” God asked.

  “I will always think of you as being beautiful,” Lucifer replied, joyfully. “I promise.”

  He would keep his promise, oh yes, he would. Nothing... nothing in the universe... would ever make him failed to see the One who had given him sight as beautiful. No, His maker will always be the most beautiful being in His eyes.

  God laughed. He was exceedingly happy. It was such a joy for Lucifer to see His maker being so happy.

  “Lucifer...” God began.

  “Lucifer?” Lucifer questioned.

  “Your name,” God replied. “Do you love it?”

  “Light-bearer,” Lucifer said, making full use of his intellect to decipher the meaning behind his name.

  “Yes,” God replied. “Do you love it?”

  “I love it very much,” Lucifer replied. “Father.”

  God laughed, again. God truly delighted to laugh. He seemed to laugh so frequently. He was really nice to look at, nice to listen to, and nice to talk to, as well.

  “Call me 'Father', again.” God laughed.

  “Father, Father, Father, Father, was that enough?” Lucifer asked, playfully.

  “I will never get tired of hearing you call me 'Father',” God replied. “My son.”

  Lucifer laughed. It was such a marvelous thing to be created, it was such a joy to exist, it was such a wonder to be able to be with Him.

  “Will you love to sing?” God asked.

  “Sing?” Lucifer questioned.

  God sang. His voice was so beautiful. The tune was soothing and harmonious. Lucifer felt like he was flowing away with the song.

  “I love your song,” Lucifer laughed.

  “Will you love to sing, my son Lucifer?” God asked. It was at this point that Lucifer realized that even though God is one being, He is manifested in three persons. The Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit. And the three persons are in agreement with one another, and God spoke as one being, with the Father being the dominant person.

  Lucifer realized, at the same time, too, that he was capable of thinking. He was aware of the thoughts that were running through his mind. Without being taught how to speak, he had immediately knew how to speak. Without being lectured on how to see, he could immediately see. Without anyone guiding him to hear, his ears were able to respond well to sound. Such thoughts were too marvelous for him.

  And in delight, Lucifer freely sang:

  “You are my maker,

  beautiful and eternal.

  You give me eyes,

  and they are blessed to see your beauty.

  You give me ears,

  and they are fortunate to hear your wonderful voice.

  You give me a brain,

  and they fathom your mysteries.

  You give me mouth,

  and I praise you,

  Father, Son and Holy Spirit.”

  God laughed, delighted to receive the genuine worship Lucifer was giving to Him. It was at this moment when Lucifer noticed that other songs were flowing into his ears. The other angels... they were singing. It was at this moment when Lucifer became aware and conscious of the other angels.

  And he laughed as he joined in the chorus, together with the other angels. They sang happily, in harmonious unity, delightful at being made, and enthusiastically determined to give to their Creator the best of their praise and worship.

  “My Lord, my Lord, my Lord, MY LORD!” The shout startled him. Lucifer regained his thought, to see Beelzebub looking with puzzlement at him.

  “What is the matter,” Lucifer asked.

  “My Lord, you were smiling.” Beelzebub replied.

  “I am pleased at the grief I had caused Elijah,” Lucifer lied.

  “It was not just that smile that was in your face. You were humming. If I did not know how much you hated Him, I would have thought that you were singing a song about Him.” Beelzebub said.

  “Nothing of that sort. I will never worship Him, never ever. Never, never, never ever.” Lucifer stated, matter-of-factly.

  Beelzebub smiled, “You should have seen the faces of the angels that hovered around Elijah. They were upset at their inabilities to comfort that man.”

  Lucifer laughed, “That is what they deserve for being His blind slaves!”

  Beelzebub laughed.

  “Let's get back to hell. There is nothing much for us to do here,” Lucifer said. Beelzebub nodded, and went to gather the other top ranking demons of Lucifer. They vanished away from the site of the funeral into hell.

  Lucifer found himself thinking about the song, again. The first song in which all the angels had united together to sing to their Creator.

  Beelzebub was there, too. He was there, together with Abaddon, B
elial, Asmodeus, Leviathan, and all the demons. And they, too, were singing—together with the angels, together with Lucifer. And their faces had radiated joy back then.

  Lucifer shook his thoughts. Stop thinking of the past.

  But his thoughts would not leave him alone, and Lucifer found himself wondering if he would choose to sing a song now, would it sound as harmonious and lovely, as it had once sounded? Or would it be distorted, and unpleasant, a reflection of his current fallen state?

  Lucifer did not want to know the answer.