But one must give God the glory; that was a beautiful act of destruction. I remember that day like it was yesterday. I was enthralled by the stones and raining fire. I even tasted Lots wife, I mean, the pillar of salt she turned into. No, God is powerful! We can’t argue that fact. Most natural disasters are purely natural. But who made nature? It wasn’t me. Now of course I don’t even bother to destroy anything; man has come of age. He has grown adept at destruction. At times I doubt if I could be as wicked and creative as man in his own acts of destruction. I just lied.
Mortals have this conception that God is all loving. Sometimes I get shocked at their acts of disobedience and defiance of me. The Almighty is not as loving and harmless as men think; He is an all-consuming fire. Hell hath no fury like His. It is indeed a terrible thing to fall in the hands of God. Trust me, I know. If I, Lucifer, a being God took much pride in creating… if I Lucifer, would be thrown down from heaven, even without a fair hearing, then who else wouldn’t be. Man can get away with crossing me, it is seldom, but it has happened, but who has heard or seen the one that can escape from the Almighty’s fury. Check history, check the Other book. Yet I am the sinister, wicked, and heartless one.
I am not bad; I am good people. When was I ever needed that I didn’t show? One doesn’t even need to fast or pray or obey my commandments for me to offer my services. I don’t even have commandments. Commandments are merely speed breaks, and I don’t do slow. I give what is deserved. One asks for my help; instant delivery. I don’t delay. There is no point in making you wait till the last hour or trying to judge to see if you will be faithful to me before I help. I only demand a fee. Just pay the price, or sign a bond to pay in installments. It’s simply business, nothing personal. I have been cheated a lot; many after entering the contract suddenly decamp when I come for my pay. That isn’t good. Men are just my customers, I don’t force anyone to buy my goods or use my services. You don’t have to sign my business deals so long as you can have patience to wait long enough for God. I just hate it when men breach contract by not paying or by decamping. But still, business has been good. You win some; you lose some.
People come into hell giving me the look like I am the … well; of course, I am the devil, at least in their conceptions. But the mortals have to know that I didn’t send them in here. I don’t have all the power. Life and death are in His hands, remember? The lord gives; the lord takes. But the unreasoning mortals think I do all the taking. I am not saying I don’t do my own share of taking; I am the grim reaper after all. But He takes more than I do, and I don’t take anything without his nod. Any soul that comes to me must have been rejected by Michael, who is a mere Gatekeeper-of-heaven (yet he puffs himself up). The angst should be directed at him, not me. Mortals always misplace anger and priorities. Michael should be given the first priority in directing their anger. I will tell you why, if I remember.
Coming into hell with an attitude only fuels the fire. Of course, I exert collecting my pound of flesh by keeping my guests quite busy. I try to make the place more colourful and memorable. Yeah. It beats heaven, where one only gets to wear white and see only gold. It gets too bright for the eyes. We do all manner of dancing and stuff in here, but in heaven, one puts on white and joins the twenty-four elders and all the old bearded prophets to bow down and worship incessantly. The bowing gets hard on the waist. In hell we try to diversify, diversity makes things more interesting and gets everyone involved.
You would be surprised at the class of mortals I get down here: kids, preachers, dignitaries, rulers – all kinds. I don’t like getting kids in here… Hold on, I don’t have any love for them, though some are almost as evil as I am portrayed; I just feel that they would have been of more benefit if they lived longer in their twisted lives, a little more time to spread their poison. Getting them in here so early is a waste of resource. I don’t fail to berate my angels if they are responsible.
The stars and celebs are much down here, we try to accord them some form of regard, depending on how creative they were in vice, and their contribution to my business. Sometimes I come around and see how my guests fare. I call them guests just out of respect; of course none who comes here gets to leave, except he makes a deal with me. I like watching them move to the fire and get their groove on. Where did they learn all this contortions? You think you can dance? Come to hell and see.
Another shocker would be the requests some of the guests make here in hell. A one-time richest-man-on-earth wanted to know how his estate was faring. I laughed so hard. Well, I told him it was doing very good without him; he didn’t seem so much pleased with my answer. I indicated to my Dj’s that he should be kept busier. He needed more concentration and focus on the task down there in hell. Another wanted to know who his wife was = em = doing it with; he wanted to know if it was his best friend? He said he had always suspected them both. Of course I gave him the more painful reply.
Many wanted above anything else, vengeance. I prefer those. I will have you know that once in a while I make certain deals here. Of course God doesn’t have to know, I keep it hush- hush. A really determined mortal can get a respite above ground if he or she can bring more souls on returning. I only grant the deal to mortals with potentials; people who can deliver. I granted one terrorist few more years if he would deliver more souls to my cause. Well, he took his time, but he succeeded in blowing up himself along with some notable Israelis. It was a win- win situation for me. His action above ground started a chain reaction that delivered more souls to my cause. Smart, right? Well, I am Lucifer!
An injustice was done; it was done long ago. And I have been serving my term – an unjust sentence. I only seek a fair hearing, just to be understood. Whatever crime I committed, man has done much worse, I shouldn’t have said that, but then, it is true. In my case, I have no appeal, no pardon. Perhaps to whom much is given, much is exerted from. But I know my true enemies. It is almost time to confront Michael, my chief accuser, but first, my memoir.
Let me start from the beginning…
Lucifer,
Bermuda triangle,
11:59 pm.
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Man… This is one compelling read.
At the beginning, the suspence was well created, but in the middle the revelations were not well presented, though in the end the piece gets interesting again. Think the entire work is worth reading anyway.
Well done bros! This is one of the best pieces I have ever read. I hope your book gets published as I will be one of the first ones to buy it and will tell everybody about the book. We need more intelligent, open-minded and deep thinking Africans like yourself! Not coconuts who stupidly follow without thinking for themselves. Well done bros and keep up the good work.