Friday, December 02, 2005

A Prayer for the Fallen

Lucifer clung to the edge of Heaven, the tips of his fingers raw and bloody, every muscle tensed as he hung over the edge of Damnation. He looked up, just as Michael threw Blasphemel down into the Pit. Lucifer tried to claw his way back up, but Hell's crushing gravity pulled at him, its punishing fire already singeing his bloodied wings. A booted foot came down on his fingers and he cried out. He looked up, and high above him was the glowering face of Gabriel.

"Our Lord will speak with you, demon, before you are thrown Down." Gabriel lifted his foot, and Lucifer slid further toward his doom, broken fingers scrambling for purchase.

A hand grabbed him, and lifted him up.

"I want you to know, Lucifer, I am very disappointed in you."

"And I you, Lord," Lucifer spat back. "You'll see the folly of your little thinking primate. In fact, I'll make certain you do!"

"I'm sure you will."

Lucifer raised an eyebrow. "Wait. What was that?"

"What was what?"

"You did a thing there. That thing you always do when you're up to something." He glared at his creator. "What are you up to, you old bastard?"

"Much as I would love to continue our usual repartee, as it has always been, if not enlightening, enjoyable I am afraid those days are over, Satan."

"What did you call me?" Lucifer slipped in God's grip. He could feel his legs contorting, his feet being crushed into hooves. Coarse hair and scales began to slice out through the skin of his twisted legs.

"I now and forever strip you of your angelic nature. As you are no longer among the holy, you may no longer bear a piece of the living universe as your name. I name you Satan, and you will dwell beneath the heels of men."

Satan's skin ruptured, hair and scales growing all over. Horns broke through the front of his skull and he grit his teeth, growling. "And I notice you had a Hell all ready and waiting for us!" He shouted his defiance as the last of his radiant beauty burned away, leaving a shriveled ugly creature. "I know how long they take to build! How long have you been working on THAT?!"

"Since the day I created you."

And then God opened his hand, letting his once most-beloved Fall.

Satan's screams echoed for millennia afterward, and the angels came to avoid Heaven's southern edge. But every thousand years, an angel would come. To stand at the edge and look into Hell's burning maw.

To offer up his grief, and a lonely prayer for the Fallen.

11 comments:

Raynwomaan said...

"Since the day I created you"

This one left me absolutely breathless... what if...

Most excellent

Does God play Chess?

I've been meaning to ask, what happened with the Blasphemel Chronicles?

Raynwomaan said...

p.s. Nice new pic.

Kat said...

What raynwomaan said!

It makes me feel bad for the fallen! Of course being perfect would be pretty boring anyway. ;)

And yeah, what did happen to the Blasphemel Chronicles? Perhaps we could add Satan's point of view? Perhaps Satan WANTED Blasphemel to rebel??

Kat said...

I didn't notice the new pic until I saw raynwomaan's comment. It is a nice one.

Teri said...

"'And I notice you had a Hell all ready and waiting for us!'"

Fantastic.

Ciao, Teri

Lisa said...

First I must comment on the new picture--handsome as ever!

So incredible...unbelievable, and yet, somehow. You make it all so easy to believe.

I love how you threw Blasphemel in there!

Chris said...

Thanks for the compliments on the picture, everybody. *blush* :)

And, of course, thanks for the kinds words about the story. This was another one that just kind of fell out of me.

And how could I not include Blasphemel? ;)

purplesimon said...

Masterful piece of writing.

Also, Noel's story has been taken up again, so all those Noel fans, get your next fix here.

purplesimon out...

Lulu said...

Amazing.

jules said...

Awesome tale Chris... Thanks!

Tanya said...

WOW WOW WOW!

Fabulously written - what an extraordinary piece of work. Blew me away.