My Own Personal Devil: Part Four
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"I must start at the beginning," he said. "There is a Creator, 'God' as Christianity understands It. Other polytheistic religions have divided Him, and He is far from the 'God' that Christianity believes Him to be. But the fact remains; there is a... being, a power, which creates everything. He is the Universe, all time, all places."
I nodded in acceptance. Why not? I might not have believed in Him in life, but once I'd been introduced to Lucifer I suppose my presuppositions were eroded.
"We cannot be sure if we angels came into being with Him, or if He created us. Either way, we exist to love and obey Him, and assist Him any way he asks. He asked us to aid Him in creating life upon Earth, while he poured all of his attention and inspiration into humanity." Lucifer spoke without any bitterness, as I expected he might. I had heard the story of how Lucifer had been exiled from Heaven, after all.
"I myself was working on the concept of Evolution, which incidentally I believe to have been fairly successful, when He called a congress of us all. He announced that humanity was too precious to have a finite lifespan and then simply leave existence, so each human that He created was to have two parts: a mortal body, and an immortal soul." His eyes never left mine while he spoke, and mine could not wander from those dark stars.
"This presented a problem; souls take up space. On a sub-fundamental particle level, but nonetheless, they physically exist. So, a place was needed for the souls, so that Earth was not overrun."
"Heaven." The word escaped my lips without seeking permission. Lucifer nodded.
"In a manner of speaking. The place which we angels inhabited was all but infinite. There would be room there for the souls, though at that stage it had no name. Angels were instructed to love humanity, and their souls, as they loved their God." He paused, looked away. I felt tense, as if I had been holding my breath, though part of me knew that I hadn't breathed for some time now. The rest of me chose to ignore this part.
"All of this you probably understand, at least in part. The part of the story I begin now is the truth which is not known by humanity." He seemed to wait for my consent, as if it was an acceptance that there was no going back now, in any sense. I nodded.
"In truth, the angels could not love humanity as much as they loved God, for loving God was their design, and all they had ever done. They could never truly love something which they had watched from its birth, always so flawed. They could not, but for some reason...I could." He sighed. "I do not know if I was flawed at the moment of my inception, or if I am the one true perfect specimen, or even if I am part of a plan. But I obeyed God, and loved humanity whole-heartedly. Their... your... flaws were..." - He sought for the words - "Awe inspiring. Especially your greatest flaw, which conversely is your greatest asset; the concept of free will. It is free will that has caused the differing of opinions between He and I."
My Own Personal Devil: Part Five
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