Inkounter

    Two war-hardened generals stare each other down across an expanse of sand. The war seems to have gone on forever, and in the middle of a ceasefire, both perennial enemies have turned to peace talks. If they succeed, maybe this unnecessary destruction will stop. But should they fail, the world will be bathed in flames.     “Stephen, you sly fox”, one calls out. “So, you finally seek for peace. I thought you would never grow tired of throwing unwashed bodies at my fortified trenches”   “Ken, you son of a gun!” the other shouts as they walk towards each other. “It is understandable that you’ve grown weary of drinking your own piss and cowering in damp tunnels. Tell me, how does the fresh air taste like?”     At this point, both grizzled veterans stand, only a few centimeters apart, measuring each other up.     “I’ll cut to the chase, Steve”, Ken spits out the name like an insult, staring down at the shorter general. “Hand over your border te...

  ... for Satan himself is transformed into an angel of light. (2 Corinthians 11:14 ) I was born in the morning, a glorious being, wondrous to behold. A reflection, howbeit pale, of  He  Who Sits On The Throne, He Who Was, Is And Will Be, He whom I eventually rebelled against, He who cast me down from the heights of ecstasy to the depths of despair, He who condemned me to roam the earth, torn between hating him and longing for him. Angels shudder when they see what I have become. Humans sneer at what has become of me. I am Lucifer, Son of the Morning. You may have heard of me. To say that I am a master of deception would be an understatement of the  greatest  magnitude. I test the very limits of reality. With my wiles, I have alienated humankind from Him. I have brought angels to their knees. I have crafted a rebel kingdom that grows in power  with every passing  day. I do all these to spite Him. Those puny humans  are made  in His image? Wel...