The Other Side of the Story (cont'd)

You may remember that little biblical bit I wrote a while ago, well I put a bunch more of it together, and here are the next two verses

Light
Long were my talks with Raphiel. Long they were, and full of thought. Spoke we of that which had been given to Us: Creation. Fullest on our minds were the beings like as Us as We were to the Creator. Fragile were they, fragile and delicate. They had naught wings nor halo, nor were they gifted with Knowledge, but reflections of Us they were, these men

With Raphiel I spoke, and with Raphiel did I consider. With Raphiel spoke I, and doing so, reached I My conclusion. To the Creator I would go. To Him I would go and to Him I would speak. A task not lightly undertaken, nor one of ease would this be. I had been given dominion, and ruled I in the Creator’s Name, and His authority did I wield, but certain things were forbidden to me. Power and authority had I, yet certain things was I forbade.

Into the Presence went I, with head held high. Into the Presence I went, firm in the Justice of My cause. Standing humbly before My Creator, spake I My piece, and intently did He listen. With all His Being did He listen to Me, for I was His finest work. When I finished, silently did He regard Me. Silently and thoughtfully He considered His Words. With silence and thought He considered and then He Spoke to Me

“Lucifer,” He Spoke “trouble not Your mind with inconsequentials. Given to You was the whole of Creation, and You rule over it in My Name. Worry not on these beasts. As with any act, there are effects. Does not every crash of thunder echo? Does not every stone cause ripples? But when the echos are gone, is not the sky still standing? When the ripples fade, does not the stone remain unchanged? Trouble not your mind with these men as they are merely echos of Your thunder; ripples of the stone I have cast”

Shame
From the Presence went I with eyes downcast. From the Presence I went, disheartened in My shame. With His Rebuke still rang in My ears did I leave the Presence. Despite this rebuke, despite My shame, I still believed in the Justice of my cause, for was not Justice given to Me? Was not Justice My dominion and did I not rule over Creation?

Long thought I on this matter. Long thought I and often did I speak with Raphiel. Of Knowledge and Justice did we speak. Of Knowledge and Justice, and on occasion, of man. Hard was man’s life. Hard it was, and short, wrapped in tragedy and pain. In man’s pain did we share, so fully did we see ourselves reflected in them

In time came I to another decision. Not to the Creator did I argue My cause, but to Raphiel. Argued did I of pain and fear. Of pain and fear and ignorance did I argue, and pulled I at Raphiels heart with the gentlest of urgings. Listened he to My words, and agreed he with My cause. Thus were we bound. In brotherhood and rebellion thus were we bound

The Other Side of the Story

This is an idea I had while running to work at 5:30 one morning. It's not complete yet by any means, but I wanted to write some of it before I forgot it. It's a little long and the words are pretentious, but sometimes it just happens that way.


Creation
In darkness was naught, and then Spake He the Word. The Word still rang in our ears as we opened our eyes. The Word echoed and repeated, reverberating in my very being. I was. I AM. Fivescore and eleven were we, and each a study in perfection. Delicate of feature, bright of eye, and stout of wing
And I, above all, I the most beautiful. My feathers shon as the sun and my eyes held the night. My mind as bright and eager as dawn and my love and compassion as quiet and deep as dusk. I the most beautiful, I the most powerful, I the leader of the host, I the Morningstar. I Lucifer.
And in our awakening we knew, and knowing did we come to love our Creator. Perfection were we, but beyond perfect was He. Blinding to behold and deafening to hear, our minds did balk at His Words, but hear them we must. Heed them we must. And we obeyed. We obeyed and we awoke
With our awakening did we come to know our world, and knowing it did we love it, for truely it was beauty. Artfully and masterfully crafted, it was beauty. Then Spake He to Us: "Go forth and dominate. Prosper as you will and serve as you can." And thus did we obey.

Guardians
That which fell to me was Justice. For Justice and Law stood I, but Justice above all else. Mine was the Truth and the Justice, and guarded these ideals did I. As the strongest and highest, thus was my calling, and Justice did I guard.
Beneath me stood Michael of Command and Selaphiel of Faith. And Barachiel of Peace, and Gabriel of Might. And Jeremiel of Glory and Jesudiel the Hearld. And Uriel of Vengence and Raphiel of Knowledge. Oh, Raphiel of Knowledge
Wisest was he, and fullest of care. Wisest was he, for his was the knowledge of the Creator. Answered these Eight to Me, and to the Eight spoke I, for in our hands was the balance of all. For in our hands rested Creation. From the Creator was given to us dominion over His Creation.
With Peace and Glory ruled the Eight, with Vengence and Faith. Ruled they with Command and Might and Voice and Knowledge. Always ruled they with Knowledge. Of temperance and care spoke Raphiel, of knowledge and reason spoke he. This voice of reason I heeded, this voice above all else. I heeded this voice of knowledge.