Lucifer, continu’d

Yeah, I haven’t been able to think of a proper name for this yet. I’m just going along until a good title comes up. I’m not very good at titles… Really horrible. Terrible. Yeah… Title’ll come later on. 

But! Here’s a bit more of it, something of a “chapter one” you can say. And I’m sorry but a whole lot of the names might not be familiar with a few people… For a long while I went into deep, hardcore research about anything Angel and Demon. I even bought books and rummaged through many web articles. So… If you’re wondering about a certain name you can look it up but most information I got from books.

Anyway! Enjoy!

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I stood staring out one of the many tall windows in my throne room. I could literally see that the city below was so large that it stretched out to the red horizon. Selective, yet still random, areas of the city floor spewed out fire that it almost seemed like the fire was trying to escape and reach for the sky.

My hands were folded behind me, clenching against each other yet the pain was much better than the one that I had been feeling for centuries. Knowing and feeling your strength being sucked away is just… is just…

It’s the crappiest thing ever.

I turned my focus away from the city below and toward my reflection against the glass of the window. I smiled at what I saw there, never regretting my choice. I kept my old form, the body that He gave me.

Now, don’t go thinking that I did it for some fucked up sentimental reason because I didn’t.

I kept the body to remind Him. To remind Him that I was once by His side. To remind Him that I was once his favourite, his strongest. I did it to remind Him of my betrayal so that he could feel… Pain.

It also set me apart from the others down here. My angelic wings, long ago turning black from the sins I had committed, made me stick out like a sore thumb. My dark hair and blue eyes made me look human. But my decision on keeping this form is the main reason why my strength was leaving me. It took great amounts of energy to keep masquerading around the way I do.

My head turned toward the door when I heard the distant sound of footsteps approaching the throne room. The wings on my back twitched of their own accord moments before the doors opened to reveal an old friend, Beelzebub.

“Beelzebub,” I said to him with a small grin on my face as I turned my body to face the door, “how’s the wreaking havoc and causing chaos doing?”

“The High Council wants to talk to you, Lucifer,” said Beelzebub, completely ignoring my rhetorical question.

“I don’t want to talk to the High Council; the High Council can go fuck themselves — in the ass,” I said with a smile. “With Belial! I’m sure he’s still into sodomy.”

I looked over Beelzebub’s appearance. He, too, decided to wear a more human-like form. The only exception of his form was that he had two ram-like horns poking out from his forehead and eyes the shade of blood.

“Lucifer,” he said through a clenched jaw, “You need to talk to the High Council! You and I both know that this throne room won’t be yours soon.”

My hand went to my chest, where a beating heart should be, and faked a frown. “Beelzebub,” I said feigned concern, “Is that a challenge that I hear in your voice?”

Beelzebub chuckled and turned to leave the room but stayed where he was by the door, his head turned to the side to stare at me. “We are just two of three pieces, dear Lucifer. If you die then I die with you, literally,” he said with half a smile.

“It’s good to know that you care about me and not yourself, Beelzebub,” came my sarcastic retort.

“Get to the council, Lucifer,” Beelzebub said before finally leaving the throne room.

I stared at the open doorway for a while, contemplating whether or not I should go and speak with the High Council. Despite my status in Hell, in my currently weakened state, the High Council could… Well, to put it bluntly, the High Council could gang rape me. Literally, those guys are a sick bunch of mother fuckers.

I turned around to face the window once again, still thinking. What devious plan will I think up now? Who knows! To be honest, I always think it up as I go.

The High Council is made up of the toughest demons in Hell, ranging from brains to brawns. Adramelech is the Chancellor and President of the High Council of Devils but that doesn’t mean he’s the strongest one of them. He only achieved that rank in status with his conniving little tricks.

The rest of the High Council is just other royalty heads like Aguares, the Grand Duke of Eastern Hell, and Astaroth, the Grande Duke of Western Hell. But they’re not the ones I’m worried about.

The one to worry about would be Apollyon, the King of Demons. He’s had his eyes on my throne since the creation of Hell. Greedy little bastard… Ha, I’m one to talk. He’s the supposed “bringer of death”, the one to bring the apocalypse. Please! Have you heard of his other name? Abaddon: the Lord of Flies.

Yeah, I can see why he goes by Apollyon.

I sighed and smacked my head against the window. I have no other choice but to go speak with the High Council. I just hope that they are thinking the same thoughts I am concerning Hell because Beelzebub is right.

If I die then the chain of events that follow will eventually lead to the destruction of Hell.

Oh yeah… No pressure, no pressure at all.

Safari on Mac

Okay…

So, I’ve got all three (Firefox, Safari, and Opera) and so far… Firefox had been my favourite whether I am on Windows or Mac.

However, I’ve recently been using Safari and Opera and I think my new favourite is slowly becoming Safari. Before, when I had Windows (before my computer broke down and died) I always favoured Firefox because of all its neat features and that lovely tab system and other things. I didn’t like Safari that much because it was so… Gray and flat.

Though, now that I’m using it more often because I thought it felt lonely and unused, I think that the images and font look much better than Firefox. And I’m pretty sure that it’s loading page is faster… Yeah. It is.

I don’t know, I just felt like telling the world that Safari is starting to be cool in my eyes.

It still looks a bit flat to me, though.

Prologue…

Uhm, just tell me what you think of this. It’s an idea in progress. I’m still trying to figure out a good beginning but, as you can tell, I’m having trouble.

So, it’s started.

All right, that wasn’t such a great beginning. I wanted it to be something with more of “bang” than a “ping”, but oh well. I was aiming for something that sounded clever, or witty, or just something that sounded smart in general. But, that would be straying away from the true topic at hand, now wouldn’t it?

What is the topic at hand, you ask? Well, that would be me — or my story to be exact.

A lot of things have happened that can or cannot be explained. Things that are believed and things that are thought to be just plain old insane. The kind of things that the feeble human mind would immediately say the reason was something divine, or holy, when it cannot be explained or is seemingly impossible.

Sure, like that’s the reason to everything.

A lot of things have happened since… Well, since the beginning of time itself, really. Though, I’m not really talking about everything and everyone in the universe right now. I could care less about the human and animal population on Earth. I could have cared, or might have cared, before but right now things are just way too fucked up to even give a damn.

Now, I should be giving you some sort of background information on who I am to — you know — be polite but that’s just not me. And besides, it would ruin the surprise.

So, anyway.

I think this whole mess started at the war in Heaven because, in its way own, it helped in the creation of Hell. The place where all tainted and lost souls go to for “punishment”. And now you know what I’m talking about. I am talking about Hell.

Yeah, what that preacher Dante said about it in his book is somewhat true. There are different levels of Hell for different degrees of punishment but he forgot a little something. Dante, in his little dream, didn’t visit all of Hell. He only went to see where we hold the new comers.

See, in Hell, there’s a system. The very first time a soul arrives they are immediately sent to the “spiral prison”, as a few liked to call it, to be punished. As is the deal with the big guy in the clouds. After five hundred years a messenger will travel down to that soul and give it two choices. Now, by this time, the humanity that soul had — if it even brought some — would have disappeared by year three. Very rarely is it seen that a soul still has even an ounce of humanity left.

So, the messenger gives the two choices: to stay in their hole and live the rest of eternity being punished or they could become an official citizen of Hell. Of course that soul would choose the latter. Even the souls who had just a little ounce of humanity left would choose the latter because they could not take another minute in punishment.

Then, add another few hundred years to that soul and it will have become a pure bred demon.

The rest of Hell is a complete copy of whatever is on Earth but in ruins. Demons prowl the empty streets and battle each to the death or near the brink of death whenever they get the chance. Day and night is but a stupid tale for the sky is bright red, always. Fire could be found everywhere, since it is Hell’s trademark.

Now, what I’m going to say next might mind boggle some of you out there.

Hell has an order, a system. Hell has a monarchy.

No, I don’t mean anarchy. I mean exactly what I had said: Hell has a monarchy.

There are Dukes, Grand Dukes, Earls, Lords, and there are two Kings. The King of Demons and the King of Hell. They keep what I like to call a “chaotic order” in Hell. These Royalties make sure that the demons stay to where they should and are kept in line.

Think of it like this: if there were no one holding the reigns to trillions of monsters, would there even be reason to hope or to live?

There’s a deal, a truce, to be held between Heaven and Hell despite the fact that they continuously war against each other. The deal is that a balance must be kept. Yin and yang; without one the other cannot exist and our dear little prissy angels do love to exist.

And how I always like to say: you can’t have bad if there’s no good because how would one know if he or she did anything good or bad if one only existed.

Pretty cool line, isn’t it? I know, I’m cool like that.

Now to the hard stuff, back to what I had started with the war in Heaven.

As everyone should know, Lucifer was the one who held the reigns on that war. He led his army of one third of God’s angels and rebelled and he rebelled well. Yada, yada, yada and this and that happened. Prissy Archangel Michael, the leader of God’s army, was the one to fight Lucifer one on one and then cast him out of Heaven.

Lucifer, with his great power and strength, survived to become the creator and King of Hell. However, Lucifer never really recovered. He was, sad to say, badly injured and many of his close fallen angels thought it would be a while until he regained his strength. But, they all still believe in him for he had freed them to be who they were meant to be: themselves.

It had been centuries since that great war and the great King never regained his full strength. Instead, because of the constant need to keep the demon world in check, he was weakening and losing his strength.

I’m sure some think that it’s a good thing that Lucifer is near death that Hell will finally be gone and peace will once again roam the valley and other fucked up things. But no, it’s not a good thing. If there’s no Hell then where will the tainted and lost souls go? If there is not evil then how will one know the difference between the two without an example? A good thing to relate to is Eve and that fruit. She did not know or did not have enough knowledge of what was bad so she didn’t think it would be wrong.

The balance would be destroyed and nothing would exist. I’m not trying to exaggerate here; it’s all true. Yes, I have been known to be a liar but right now I’m not lying.

That’s why I had to kill my son, the son that had been born on Earth. Not one of those self-proclaimed princes of Hell like Belial or Balan. No, he was a pure bred, full-fledged son of Lucifer.

He wasn’t ready nor was he fit to take my place on the throne. If only he was, then he didn’t have to die.

Oh, did I fail to mention that I’m Lucifer?

More Stuff

Yeah, I’m currently obsessed with the movie Hellboy II: The Golden Army…

And that’s why there are four new banners up in the goodies section! Yay! Hope they’re likeable.

Here’s one of them:

Princess Nuala in Hellboy II: The Golden Army (Original is bigger)

New Year’s

Well, today is December 31st and tomorrow will be the dawning of the new year. 2009.

Now, time to be a spoil sport…

The year 2008 wasn’t the best of years. So far, it tops my list of worst years ever in the 18 that I’ve lived. I think the only great thing about this year was that I went to that NKOTB concert with two of my friends and spending time alone and away from my family… Yeah. I’m not a family person.

The first thing that happened to make 2008 the worst year I’ve had so far was around the second semester of my last year of high school. I have no idea what the hell happened but my “best friend” ditched me. Why? I think mostly because she was jealous that I was hanging out more with the other, real, best friend. There was three of us and she had a job and was just way to busy and thought that everyone had to go along with her schedule which only allowed to her be away from home about once every month.

Yeah, I’m totally going to not hang out with my other friends because she couldn’t.

The next to happen was college. Not to say that college was horrible, it just wasn’t as good as I had hoped. Moved in the dorms, thought that it would make things easier on me but really… It made me feel like a total outcast and loner. Everyone there drank almost all the time and made me feel like I had to drink to have fun. No one ever came to see/visit me unless they were drunk. So, of course, I kept to myself in my room and away from the scary drunk people who would often run up and down the hallways screaming like someone died.

And the last to happen that made this year bad for me was coming home for the Christmas break. I mean, I didn’t like staying in that room because I felt ignored but I loved being in that room because I got to be me, be alone.

I know, I sound like I want to become a hermit in the mountains when I grow up.

So, I decided to spend at least a few days at my friend’s house to lessen the amount of time I had to spend at home since the dormity was sneakily making people leave for the holidays. Now, what happens when I stay over at my friend’s house? I’m forced to go back home by “my parents” because they’re dumb fucks. They repeatedly tell me how embarrassing I am, how stupid I am, and how socially retarded I am and then expect me to respect them.

I don’t ever see myself ever respecting someone who has the idea that telling me that I’m stupid and they’re smarter because they’re older. To tell me how ugly I look when I cry. To tell me that I’m an embarrassment and wished that they never gave birth to me. To tell me how I’m not good enough for them unless I score 100% on a test even though I scored 96%.

God, I’m going on a rant.

But yeah, this year has been awful for me. Hopefully the grass is greener on the other side; that the new year’ll be a lot better than this one.