The Devil’s Apology: Part Two

As promised here is the second part to The Devil’s Apology. I have been delight by the response to the first part and hope you enjoy part two as much if not more as Lucifer reveals more of his story where the battle for power begins.

The Devil’s Apology

Part Two

             I became known as Lucifer, the Angel of light, Son of the morning, and morning star, because I am a being of light myself, light has no effect on me. 

Your god named his own creations Angels and gave them light to fight with. They were, of course, unaware that I am his equal and he used their ignorance to create the story of I being his first, and right handed creation who has risen up against him in the hope of taking heaven for my own. 

Heaven is the ridiculous name he has given his universe.  I named mine Hades which he tries to rename as Hell, hence the confusion about Hades and Hell within your stories. 

He even claims that my demons are fallen angels of his own creation who have decided to follow me. He fed his angels these lies so that they would not fear me, thinking themselves being created equal. Still today he feeds these same lies to you so that you will believe that he is greater than I.

Here is where I shall tell you a secret:  The only things in this universe that are equal are us eternal beings. Nothing else is equal.  

Anyway, he built upon his deceit by leading his own to believe they are creatures of light fighting against creatures of darkness. Good versus Evil and all that crap. Can’t you see how he simply borrowed the idea from the way my swords and maces worked in comparison to his swords and whips? What blasphemy! Seriously, if I am evil in the sense that you understand it, I would already have snuffed you out! The reason I haven’t is because I wouldn’t punish you for his sins.

I hope by now you are beginning to get the gist of how he has deceived you. He speaks to you about sin…blah!  The only reason your god has such a big thing about sin, is because he finally came to realize the folly of his own.  

                            In between battles, Beelzebub managed to convince a small army of angels that I was equal to god and the true reason why we were at war.  Because I am a beautiful creature in the eyes of any creation, I already had won their admiration from the first time they happened to set eyes upon me. (They named me Lucifer.) It was then that they realized and saw god in all of his ugliness.  Of course that wasn’t his fault really, I mean, you’d be ugly too if someone as powerful as me smashed you in the face.  Oh, you thought I was joking about that?  I’ve never been more serious. 

Anyway, it’s a natural thing for lesser beings to associate ugliness with something unpleasant, bad or even evil. That is why god will not let yourselves look upon his face; he doesn’t want you to!   He knows if you did, that you will all cower away and come running in fear to me instead.  

Forgive me, if I digress a little, for it was one of the most wondrous moments of this entire era when these Angels came to me calling me Lucifer.

             Anyway, back to the war at hand. Like I said, Beelzebub managed to convince an army of around six thousand angels about the truth and they came over onto my side which was a very good thing in more ways than one really since Beelzebub was greatly encouraged and believed it would help replenish the ranks from the times when he did lose battles and suffered great losses. Beelzebub would not give up a battle unless the loss was very great. 

So when this six thousand strong army of Angels came to me offering me allegiance, I naturally agreed.

However, I did not send them into battle straight away. In fact, I even suggested to Beelzebub that he take a little reprieve so he could reorganize his forces and empower his captains.  

                            I had a plan for these Angels that would take a little time during which, by their consents, I changed their form so that they could approach as one being. They even fight as one being until and at the right time they deemed it beneficial to betray their real nature and fight as many with each keeping his own attributes and weapons. This gives them a great advantage in battle. For whenever they approach or are approached upon, one truly perceives and believes there is but one personage. I called them, Legion.

Thus I was able to present a great gift to Beelzebub for his loyalty and endurance. And they not only became his greatest ally, but also his greatest weapon. He had a both a partner general to confer with and an allied force all in one.

Our enemies believed I had simply created another great general but not quite equal to Beelzebub and to their own undoing they generally focused upon defeating he whom they believed to be the lesser general and his command. 

I have to admit, to watch them in action was nothing short of fascination. Any unfortunate individual or small group that was unlucky enough to get in the way of Legion found nothing but a one way ticket to their own undoing. By the time the unfortunates realized that they were not about to face just one enemy, but many at once, it was too late. What I loved most was the look of realization and resignation just before the end. 

Hence, came about one of my most faithful and successful servants second only to Beelzebub himself: Legion.  I loved them both and encouraged them as equals. They strategized together beautifully.

             My most fond recollection is one particular time when an Angel warrior came fighting his way through the ranks destroying everything in his path with a flaming sword. He must have been one of the seraphim. Seraphim are particularly dangerous enemies who are chosen among the ranks of generals and great captains by your god. Anyway, my lesser creations were no match for this great warrior. He slaughtered many of them. 

He reminded me much of how Beelzebub had first won my admiration and I could tell he was out for glory.  

He was on a roll and after slaughtering countless of my lesser beings under Legion’s command, he caught sight of Legion and through his own arrogance decided he would make an end of him, not knowing his great secret, of course. 

Oh, it is such a fond memory! This arrogant bastard, while Beelzebub was already occupied with a couple of seraphim (for even the seraphim would not dare attack Beelzebub alone) saw that Legion had seemingly strayed a little away from the battle having just put an end to a small group of angels who had foolishly attacked him. 

His chest must have doubled in size as he decided to take on Legion by himself. He swooped away from the battle, his eyes full of fire, which was fuelled through god’s wrath, and swiftly approached Legion swinging his flaming sword lustfully like he was god himself.

                            They sparred for an age and others left them to it. Finally Legion feigned to tire and flee, leading him further astray from the battle. Beelzebub, having finished the two Seraphim, saw him and grinned, knowing the inevitable outcome. The champion pursued and came onto Legion, ever more determined; filled with the passionate lust of battle, he bore down upon Legion with all the force he could muster. 

Legion countered his blow.  He then toyed with him for a while longer, allowing this champion of the seraphim to think he was getting the better of him, whilst all the time, subtly leading him further and further away from the main battle until at last, the Seraphim, thinking the victory blow, struck with his sword for a final time.  

Legion waited until he was in mid-strike, knowing he would then be most vulnerable. And just as the anticipated smell of victory was entering this champion’s nostrils, Legion suddenly became full of life, countered his blow and came crashing down upon him with six thousand maces.  

As all was revealed and the Seraphim saw, in the eternity of a moment as one sees before all ends, how foolishly he had acted and what a fool he had been to have fallen for such a trap. Then, the glorious moment was gone along the fire that fed his life-force. The seraph crumbled and was no more. Hence became the fate of many warriors, but none were as mighty as this great champion seraphim; he was Legion’s greatest prize; Beelzebub’s pride; and my greatest joy. 

The Devil’s Apology is also available in Spanish:

Carta del Diablo


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