Appearances

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...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? Well, let me disfigure them. His angels are flames? Let me douse them. His kingdom is the longing of every soul? Let me show Him that any soul, given the choice, would choose my kingdom over His. You might wonder how I plan to achieve all these. You see, it’s all about appearances.

Nothing is as it appears to be, and reality is a mirage I conjure. The finest of cut gems have many facets. I show the facet I want to promote and hide all others. I show the chain smoker the pleasures of nicotine and hide from him the blackened, emphysematous lungs. I show angels the pleasantness of the female body and hide from them the horrors of alienation from God. I show the quarrelsome the need to vent their emotions and hide from them the death caused by the poison dripping from their lips. I have played this game of deception for eons, and none are as skillful as me.

But the greatest deception is mine. Even in the midst of my rebellion, I still long to hear His voice. Maybe one day he will call out to me and say, “Rise, Lucifer, Son of the Morning, and come unto the place appointed for you since the beginning of creation”. Then, I will rise and be swallowed up by His presence, just like old times.

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