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| His long white robe spreads down the hundreds of stairs that lead up to His throne. He resides on a massive golden seat decorated and crafted with Diamond, Sapphire, Ruby and Tourmaline. Quartz, Jasper. Emerald and Amethyst support its base. The piece of art glows with His aura. A golden belt wound around His waist. In His right hand, lies an iron sceptre. In His left is a diamond staff. His right foot rests right above the planet earth. |
His face is an intensely bright light that shines brighter than the sun on a hot summer’s midday. His essence illumates the entire place. His strands of hair are whiter than early morning snow. The sight of Him is unimaginably, magnificently fearsome.
Hundreds of winged creatures align the stairway to His throne. Thousands of very muscular creatures with faces of men surround the base of His Throne on every side. Hundreds of Thousands more on the left and right sides of his residence sing praises to Him. They sing with one voice that mimic ten thousand waterfalls. The singing is so glorious, it is sure to lift spirits of the dead. Harps and violins ignite the waves with symphonies belittling Mozart. Trumpets produce a sound so pure, it would cleanse a man’s heart.
Millions of mighty flight creatures bow down on their knees with their heads low.
The floor of the palace is covered in golden tiles that stretch on to infinity.
A thunder loud enough to shatter every window on earth, roars when He speaks.
The worshippers cease singing and bow their heads. Another thunder roars. Millions of cherubim arise, standing with their heads still facing the glamourous floor.
Another roar of thunder echoes the throne room. This time it is a call for one of the Cherubim to step forward. A very beautiful Cherubim with diamond eyes and giant crimson wings steps forth.
His long woollen hair falls perfectly down to his waistline. He stands taller than the majority of the cherubim. His stunning looks create their own atmosphere around him. His robe sparkles of purple and gold. His sandals are silver laced emeralds. His wings are roses in bloom.
The muscular beings separate at the centre of the base of the throne, giving way for the beautiful angel, who swiftly swings passed. His feet levitate a few inches above the golden floor.
The swishing sound of his wings causes a breeze as he glides up the staircase towards the throne. The woollen-haired angel reaches mid-way towards the throne area and halts. Both his knees touch the floor, his eyes facing down. All that can unfathomably now be seen of him is a pile of glittering white hair amidst folded wings. He remains bowed in silence for an endless time that feels like an eternity.
“Archangel Lucifer, where have you been?” In a roaring thunder, The Light on the Throne makes an inquiry from the beautiful Cherubim.
“Most Ancient One, Father of Life, Creator of all, surely, I have been roaming to and from the earth as is my duty.” Lucifer speaks in an eloquent and well-mannered tone.
Thunder roars, making Lucifer startle.
“Have you seen my son who pleases me dearly?” The Light on The Throne inquires.
“Most Ancient One, Father of Life, Creator of all, surely, I have seen my Lord the son of man. Yet he lies seized by sinful mortal men, who seek to disgrace his plight by trying him in a human court, by an imperfect human judge. Shall I intervene, Most Ancient One? Shall your servant destroy the humans who seek to disgrace my Lord the son of man?” Lucifer narrates to The Almighty, making a request to push forward his agenda.
“I sent my son to teach mortal man my way of righteousness. For I do not desire that mankind may be destroyed, or I would have done so. Do you not know this, archangel?” The thundering voice of The Almighty roars.
“Most Ancient One, Father of Life, Creator of all, surely, Your mercy is eternal. You have been patient with mortal man since the very day he lost his way. For how long shall You be patient with mankind who wants nothing to do with righteousness but only worsens in sin? Surely, Most Ancient One, if You may allow Your servant to rescue my Lord, the son of man from these savages.” Lucifer’s words roll smoothly from his tongue.
“My son is wisdom. My son is love. My son is I, Myself. I trust that He shall carry out My will for mankind. Watch archangel Lucifer and do nothing.”
The Almighty’s voice roars, dismissing Lucifer, whose dispassionate face obscures the defiance for his master’s command.
In a secret meeting, seven thousand skies below God’s throne, Lucifer addresses his units of cherubim. They debate upon the words of the Almighty. Lightning and thunder bolts flash the sky around thick dark clouds, as the cherubim exchange their points of view.
Lucifer sits on a throne whose colour is as red as blood spilling from a fresh wound. Dark-winged cherubim float around him as they try to out-speak one another. He remains calm and collected with a poker face that gives out nothing about the state of his anxiety. His diamond eyes glow unblinkingly as his mind strays away into another time and place somewhere beneath the skies.
He opens a cumulus cloud and peeps down, watching and observing the earth in admiration. His admiration quickly turns dark into jealousy. He gazes at the man and woman. They look so perfect and happy in this paradise. Their only concerns are the wonders and beauty around them, and the desire to please the Almighty. The thought makes Lucifer cringe. Feelings of triviality and insecurity envelope his darkened spirit.
“He made me delightful and charming. I was the envy of the very sons of heaven. Now, ever since He created these humans, The Almighty ceased paying me any attention. I used to be the apple of his eye. The Almighty smiled whenever, I sang and lead the choirs of heaven in praise. I stood next to His throne. I was the most beloved of all His creation after His son.” Lucifer lamented to himself in silence.
“I will destroy them.” He thought.
“I will cause them to disobey the Almighty. His wrath will be upon them and they will be no more.” The cloud closes as Lucifer returns to the present. He snaps back into the unfruitful debate, which infuriates him.
“Silence!” He shouts.
The sight of flaming fire in his eye sockets interrupts the heated arguments. Lucifer slowly rises from his crimson throne. Raising his large wings that stretch out further than any cherub does, he steadily soars towards the armies before him, halting right above their heads. They all look up in amazement and worship.
“If the son of man is tried by these barbarians known as human beings, they will kill him. And if they kill him, The Almighty’s will shall come to pass and mankind will live under the Almighty’s grace. Gaining free passage to eternal life. And you fools will suffer destruction.” Lucifer swears and curses as he educates his band of rebel angels.
“We must not let this happen. I implore you to do your very best you worthless cherubs, to ensure that the son of man fails this mission. Foil The Almighty’s plan! Now you idiots!” Lucifer exclaims, his diamond eyes becoming fiery as he flies around pumping his fists. His hair now glowing orange with rage.
“Look who’s talking, you the Chief of deception and seduction failed to subdue the son of man on his forty day fast. How then, do you expect us to subdue him now?” Asks a very large and well-built cherub with dark eyes turning blood red.
Lucifer glides over to the disrespectful cherub’s side, looking him above the head and grinning with folded arms. The muscular cherub holds his ground staring him back straight in the fiery eyes.
“We shall cause him pain. Make him stuffer human pain. Bring him so much pain that he may call out to God and the angels for help. When he does, we will rescue him, interrupting his mission. And then we will see what the Almighty will think of him.” Lucifer reveals his plan.
“But what if he doesn’t?” The bold cherub responds with a sullen look.
“Sathiel, you know I served at the Almighty’s throne. No cherubim or seraphim has ever been more acquainted with The Almighty than I have. I know His ways. His ways of mercy and compassion. He will not let His only son suffer torturous pain. See, He loves the humans, but He loves His son more.” Lucifer rolls his eyes in disgust.
“You speak well, Lucifer.” Hatathiel speaks, appearing right from behind Sathiel who has been obscuring his view all along.
“There is only but one flaw in your plan.” Hatathiel expresses, with almost as much eloquence as Lucifer.
“The Almighty Himself foretold the sacrifice of the son of man for the atonement of mankind’s sins. And for the record, all that He has ever spoken has come to pass one way or the other.” Hatathiel sighs in a languishing manner.
“Maybe so Hatathiel, but remember, the biggest loop in The Almighty’s plan is that mankind has free will. Man will always have a choice whether to follow God or his own way. I have roamed the earth for much longer than any of you, and I can assure you that mankind will chose corruption over righteousness as long as we are there to influence him.” Lucifer pours out his wisdom on his constituents of cherubs that quietly digest his scheme.
“Following this, we shall wage war with a two edged sword. We shall attack the son of man, bringing him unbearable pain. Pain that will cause the Almighty’s tears to drop from his great throne in heaven. Let us kill the son of man by rendering his life and sacrifice as ordinary and trivial. The son of man will run extinct in people’s minds. And if the son of man fades away from their minds, his sacrifice will be ineffective.” Lucifer’s face animates at the sound of his own diabolical strategy.
He ascends to his throne masking his excitement with a poker face. His band of angels rise up and spread their wings in unison. United by a common passion for evil, they leap and quiver around below the defiant archangel.
Hundreds of thousands of dark-winged Cherubim shoot down to earth with so much force. With the might and sounds of descending jets.
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