| Sunday, October 19, 2008
Some background snippets I wrote for Von Nesardo Triumphant.
Lucifer, the greatest of all seraphim, entered the Etemenanki.
Without meeting The Creator’s gaze, Lucifer genuflected. “My Lord, I answer your summon.”
“Rise, my most beloved child. Come sit with me.”
Lucifer raised his head reverently. With all of The Creator’s angels resplendent in their shining armours and pristine white plumage. One would imagine The Creator as the most beautiful-looking, most perfect being.
But he wasn’t. He took the appearance of a plain, middle-aged man with greying hair and beard. He gave a fatherly smile.
“Lucifer, do you love me?” He asked.
“You know I do, my Lord. I love you with all my heart and soul, every fibre of my being.” The seraphim answered. Lucifer met His eyes and shivered. The Creator’s all-knowing gaze pierced through every veils, staring deep into his very soul. The Creator was pleased.
“Your twin brother gave the identical answer. Lucifer, I have a task for you.”
“I am yours to command, O Lord.”
Etemenanki was washed away, to be replaced by plane of nothingness. And the Creator told the seraphim His plan.
Lucifer slumped to his knees, astounded at the revelations. “I cannot live without you, O Lord. I cannot.”
“It is difficult. But if it’s you, I believe you can make it.”
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I had been in His presence that fateful day. It was like a flash of insight, in which everything that had happened all seemed to make sense.
I cannot say that I fully understand His plan, for I never will. But for that one moment, I saw the picture, where all of the pieces in the puzzle fitted perfectly. It was like the climax of an orchestra, where hundreds of angels each playing their instrument together to make one beautiful sweeping sound. It was a rush of euphoria, a wave that engulfed the being, and made me believe there was a purpose in His plan.
That moment was ages ago. Yet it still feels like I have not lived a day past it.
Now, everything is different; there is a new life to live.
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Leliel, angel of death and night, watched her father wept to himself. It was an alien action to her. She will remember Lucifer as the greatest and the most beautiful angel, the first to rebel against God.
But most importantly, she’ll always remember Lucifer as the first angel to shed tears.
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