School and Story Ideas

Hey there,

Sorry I haven’t posted any entries as much as I used to. Who thought college/school would get in the way?

Right now I’m trying to make some notes for my Humanites class because I’ve got a test on Thursday but only got the book today. Yeah, the professors did talk about it in class but there’s a few things in the book that they didn’t add. So… Here I am… Making notes. Well, I’m procrastinating.

We’re talking about Descartes and Freud right now, and that other guy…Nietzsche. So, we’re discussing anything about the mind and right now my head hurts… Too much going on to think straight. And that one thing they say in the book…

“He couldn’t doubt that he was doubting, for if he doubted that he was doubting, he would nonetheless be doubting.”

Of course my first reaction was “What the fuck?” because that is just confusing. Especially when you’ve been sitting there for a couple of hours with your eyes burning from reading for so long. But, one good thing did come out from that…

I came up with the coolest idea for my little story ever but… I’m afraid of going through with it. I’m going to need to discuss this idea with a few others first, to get their input on it. It’s really cool and I can sort of prove it with a few “facts of life”. It’s really cool! I want to say it but I’m not so sure about it yet… ARGH.

So yeah… what was I talking about? My head hurts.. :S

Oh, my idea? I think…

Here’s what I have so far… It’s about Lucifer, Heaven, Hell, Angels, Demons, Archangels (most likely Michael, Gabriel, and Raphael).

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.

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?

An Idea

This is a small fictional post from the story that I’m thinking/fixing up. I don’t know if this’ll do, so it’s just an idea. I’ll be posting a lot more of these random “snippets” for ideas. I haven’t really gotten the introduction quite right and because I don’t have the intro I can’t get myself to go on without it. I have several other ideas for intros but… I need some feedback on that.

I was once told that the human race was perfect because it was flawed. Well, flawed is completely right. But perfect? I don’t think so.

I’m told to respect others, to always give second chances, and to never think ill of anyone. I tried to follow those seemingly simple instructions. Tried to be nice, to be friendly, to do what a “good person” would do. Oh, but it’s so hard to do that.

It’s so hard to be me.

People stare, whether they think I’m as handsome as a god or as hideous as a sewer rat, and will automatically think and assume things that are truly and completely false. Like right at this moment. My face was starting to become numb from all the punches that were being thrown at me.

“Tell us what you’re up to, Lucifer! Where have you been hiding out all these years?” one of the men in crisp, but blood stained, black suits shouted at me. He threw another sucker punch to my face, making my head turn sharply to the right. I say sucker punch because he and his two friends tied me up to a chair.

“For the last fucking time,” I paused to spit out the blood that was gathering and seeping out from my mouth, glaring at the man who just hit me, “My name is not Lucifer! I have no idea what the fuck you’re talking about! Let me the fuck go!”

The man in the suit just leaned back and smirked at me. His eyes dark and thirsted to see more of my blood pool around me on the floor. “Sure,” he chuckled in a mocking way, making me wish I wasn’t tied up so I could punch him in the face. “And you’re going to tell me that you got amnesia? A crime lord like the infamous Lucifer doesn’t just disappear. I just want to know what you’re up to, that’s all.”

I was about to tell him the same thing I had been telling him for the past hour or so when he whipped out a photograph of a man that was obviously taken from far away. Like he was being spied on. He shoved the photo in my face, making me look at it since it was just an inch or so from my face and I couldn’t look anywhere else. “Who’s in this picture?” he asked me, shaking the photo.

The man in the photo had black hair and pale blue eyes. The man looked like me, but I know that it isn’t me.

“I don’t know who that is,” I answered honestly. Now, what do I get when I say the truth? Another sucker punch to the face.

“Shit!” I shouted, “What the fuck is wrong with you? The guy looks like me but it’s not me! Hello? That’s not uncommon!”

“Michael, I think that’s enough,” one of his two friends said from somewhere behind me.

“Yeah Michael, I think that’s enough,” I mocked, hiding my joy of learning his name. At least I had a name and a face to go for now, in case I still wanted to sucker punch him in the face.

“Fine,” Michael looked down at me with his dark blue eyes with a frown, “Knock him out and take him outside.”

“Knock me out? What?”

Too late.

The infamous Lucifer story

Well, I’ve had a lot of people say that they really liked my “Lucifer Story”. Both people I know and don’t know. So, I think it would be right to have the first story on my blog to be my infamous “Lucifer Story”.

Hope you guys like it as much as the other people who’ve told me!

P.S.
Mind the German in the story… I’m not fluent in it so I had to resort to a free translator online… Really to those who are German if it offends in anyway. And I’m sorry but I’ve lost the meaning of the German in there and I can’t remember what I wanted to say.

Tried to use the translator to figure out what I said but… yeah. No work.