Lucifer, God's beloved son, Page 3

Chapter Two— Jesus and Lucifer

  Elijah Green was lying on his bed, but he was not asleep. The man was staring at the ceiling, his body unmoving, his mind apparently obsessed in thoughts.

  He had been in this state for days. After the funeral, he had retreated away from his church, from his duties and had been doing nothing in particular.

  The Christians in his church had been praying very hard for him. In his absence, one of the ex-Satanist who had become a Christian had taken over his duties.

  Lucifer laughed. He was wrong about there being nothing to stop Elijah from his calling. He had overestimated Elijah. If he had known earlier how the death of Elijah's only child would cause him to lose interest in everything, he would have petitioned God earlier for the life of the girl.

  Jesus, the Son of God, was sitting on the bed beside Elijah. His right hand was holding onto Elijah's right hand, but the Christian pastor was too distressed to be aware of the presence of His savior. Tears were rolling down the eyes of Jesus.

  The angels were unable to comfort the pastor. The angels had tried all they could to divert his thoughts away from the loss of his daughter, but they were not successful. The angels had felt helpless, and they reported their failures to comfort the man to their Master, and Jesus had quickly come down to take over their jobs. Yet, Jesus wasn't talking to the man. He was not speaking words of comfort. Jesus was merely holding the man's hand, and Jesus was grieving with him.

  Lucifer looked at Jesus in triumph.

  “I told you, the man loves his daughter more than you.” Lucifer boasted.

  Jesus was silent, ignoring Lucifer. He looked at the man who He was with, and He gave that man all His attention.

  Lucifer looked at the Son of God, who had come down as a man, to die on the cross, for all the wrong-doers. Jesus surely loves the mortals, in spite of their rebellions and unfaithfulness towards Him. The Son of God is so full of love for the beings that He had created together with His Father and with the Holy Spirit.

  Once, this Son of God had loved him, and once, he had loved this same Son of God with every inch of his being.

  The Son was laughing, as He swam. The pool was crystal clear, and it was very big.

  God had manifested Himself in the person of the Son. The Father was there, as was the Holy Spirit, but it was the Son, who was being the dominant person of the Trinity God. And the Son had appeared in a substantial form.

  Lucifer flew on top of the Son, as he gazed lovingly at the beautiful being before him. It was such a joy to look at the Son. He was so beautiful.

  “Come and join me, Lucifer.” The Son said, His eyes looking lovingly at the angel that was flying above Him.

  “No, thank you,” Lucifer replied. He had no wish to get himself wet.

  The Son stopped swimming and looked up at Lucifer. There was a playful sparkle in His lovely eyes. Before Lucifer could prepare himself for what was coming, the water in the pool splashed outward and it drenched all of him.

  The Son laughed.

  “Come and join me, now, Lucifer.”

  Lucifer dived into the water, and began splashing the water back at the Son.

  The Son tried to dodge his water attack, but to no avail. Lucifer was determined, and he was splashing the water with all his strength at the Son.

  The Son laughed as waves after waves of water hit Him.

  “I only hit you once with the water, and you hit me back so many times.”

  Lucifer laughed. “Consider it a shower of blessings from me.”

  “Then, I will give you my shower of blessings as well.” The Son replied, as He resumed His water attack on Lucifer.

  It was a war of the water, with the Son and Lucifer both trying hard to dodge the water of their opponent, while sending as much water as they could towards their opponent. And they were laughing wildly, as they 'attacked' each other with water, and tried to 'defend' themselves from the water. Occasionally, a few angels flew by, and stopped to watch the water battle. These angels quickly flew away, though when The Son and Lucifer temporarily stopped their attack towards one another, and sent the water splashing onto the watching angels.

  It was awhile before they got tired of their water splashing game. They sat on a bench that was near the pool and stared into the water in deep contemplation.

  “Water is a wonderful creation of yours, my King.” Lucifer said.

  “It is not as wonderful as you. Or your brothers.” The Son smiled.

  “Will you ever create a place where there is no trace of water?” Lucifer asked, his mind full of curiosity.

  For a moment, for a brief moment, Lucifer thought he caught a look of sorrow, flashing across the face of the Son. It was as if the Son was seeing something painful.

  “I hope that I do not ever have to create a place without water,” The Son replied, with a sad look in His eyes.

  Then, The Son managed to gather Himself and was His cheerful self, again.

  “Do you think we should invite your brother Gabriel here to the pool, and 'attack' him together. He was always so serious. A shower of blessings from the two of us might 'awaken' the not so serious side of him.” The Son laughed.

  Lucifer was excited with the idea. “It will do Gabriel a lot of good. If you do not mind, I will be your strategist. I will come up with the plan on how we can invite Gabriel to the pool, without arousing his suspicion.”

  The Son laughed. “You are the most intelligent being I had made. With you by my side, I don't have to worry about anything.”

  Lucifer laughed, “I will always be your strategist. I will always glorify you with the mind that you have given me.”

  The Son laughed. Oh, how delightful and blessed He looked!

  Lucifer shifted his thoughts back to the present, and he noticed that Jesus was looking at him. Elijah was still lying on the bed, but Jesus' eyes was no longer on Elijah. Instead, Jesus was looking at him. Lucifer felt uneasy under the look of Jesus. Jesus' eyes were deep in thought, contemplative in nature. It was as if Jesus had traveled with him to their past, and Lucifer did not like that thought at all.

  “Elihua...my girl...” Elijah moaned, and Jesus' attention was back with the Christian pastor.

  Lucifer gladly made use of the opportunity to retreat to hell.

  “My Lord, you had been crying,” Belial exclaimed on seeing Lucifer.

  “Sweat, they were sweat, not tears,” Lucifer lied, and he retreated back to his private chamber.

  A place without water. Oh, that was the place he was in right now.

  And Lucifer thirsted, greatly. Not for physical water, but for Him.