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Prolific Writer
Join Date: Feb 2008
Location: Just west of the Cascade Mountains....couple miles from the pacific ocean puget sound
Gender: Male
Posts: 280
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More from the middle
Zac was a fast learner. When he was a boy, it had been difficult to pull Zac out of himself. Being slightly autistic,teachers and care givers thought the boy might be retarded. Zac spent huge amounts of time analyzing. Zac didn’t seethe world the way most saw it. He pushed the boundaries, he took the world beyond face value. He could evaluate five different aspects of the world at the same time, pushing, pulling, probing, prodding. All internally, all with his mind. Consequently, the adults around him gave up trying to get him to engage. The time came when he had learned all he could. He “came out”. Now Zac could instantly evaluate his surroundings, his situation. He seemed to knowthings, somehow. The downside to his unnatural, keen intuition? Zac was a machine, no conscience, devoid of emotion save one, gratification. Unfortunately, Zac could never fill the hole in him. The hole in Zac was caused by the one person in his life who should have filled the hole, loved him, protected him. Instead, ‘she’ had hurt Zac in endless ways. Shame and guilt were his daily bread. Punishment was Zacs’ constant reward. Zacs environment only amplified his natural inability to care. Still he was able to function, to learn. Zac knew he had taken over an…inadequate demon. Zac knew this with the demons mind and with his own. He was absorbing knowledge at an exponential rate. He was close to a breakthrough, an understanding, waiting there for him to find. He knew that the
world, the physical world, existed in only four dimensions of space/time. Three dimensions of space and one of time. He also knew that there were actually twelve dimensions. Combining Diablos memories with where he was now, had been a key to his discoveries. His ‘gift’ had allowed Zac to roam the memories of Dio, of a time when the demon could cross all dimensions as well as processing where he was now. Finally, Zac was realizing the limitlessness of what everything was. It strained his intellect. Angels could cross over different ‘planes’. They could see across
realities. They existed on the highest ‘plane’, a combination of all twelve dimensions. There was a seemingly infinite number of ‘planes’, any combination of the different dimensions created another ‘plane’. Zac was in awe, but he was also trapped. He had known this from the first moment he had taken possession of the fallen angel. ‘Prison’ was the first thought he had. Obviously, the ‘plane’ of man was open to him. Earth was only three ‘planes’ removed from the
lowest, the ‘pit’. Michael was moving faster than light. His wings were spread to their full glory. Human eyes would not have been able to look upon the archangel. The underside of the wings would burn out a mortals eyes, so brilliant was their light.
Michael was moving on an electromagnetic rail of light, highly dense quantum of photons, agitated by his wings. He was on the ‘plane’ of thought and motion, a two dimensional ‘plane’, one of the curved strings of the membrane of reality. He could move from one end of mans universe to the other in mere seconds. Now he was going to find theblack soul of the mortal who had claimed Diablophetes angelic body. It had been seventeen mortal years since Michael had to zero in on a single human thought. Michael slowed as he discerned the man. Michael was suddenly blocked by the misshaped presence of Lucifers’ loyal servants. The inner state of these wicked angels had transformed them, what once had been beautiful and pleasing to the sight had been made hideous. The wings now covered with gray heavily veined skin, the feet, now talons, sharp, black weapons. The features of their heads were like bats, pointed ears, flat flaring nostrils, heavy extended brows over eyes of red dots surrounded by blackness.
“General of Host, my lord Lucifer would know what business have you here.” The largest demon rasped. His voicefull of wheezing air, each enunciation spat out with phlegm through gray, cracked, sharp pointed teeth.
“Tell your master, if he would know my business he can present himself to me” Michael replied, his sword lightly singing at his touch.
There were three demons, the largest had obviously been a captain of Host before the fall. Michael wondered if in its diminished capacity, if it could even remember any of its former glory. The demons spread out, at the barely perceptible tones emanating from the sword of their adversary. The largest of them remained in the center, the beady red pupils darting from the sword back to Michaels gaze.
“Our lord would not lower his station to speak with one such as you” it spat.
“Actually, demon, it was I who had to descend” Michael replied. As he spread his wings, he said.
“ Now behold I come as one who worships the Lamb of the world.” Michaels voice rose to a shattering volume, his wings caught the
light, blinding the demons.
“And in His holy name, I devour you!”
The Sword of Justice swept across the expanse. A wide arc of multicolored light following in its wake. The swords song was a luminous baritone punctuated by a high pitched ring as Michael slid it back into the woven sheath.
Each demon looked at one another. They had been woefully over matched. Satan knew this. He had sent them because they had become haughty, drunk with lust and power. Power gained torturing the claimed souls of Men. To little horn, they were useless. Ironic how the dark prince detested the very defects for which he had been cast out. The large demon began to speak, then the demon to his left spat black purple blood from its mouth, the demon to his right folded its wings back behind it, the weight pulling the body over backwards, sliced in half at the waist. Only the talons held tight, piercing the glassy surface of this in-between plane, where even the lost knew fear. The demon to the left fell forward, pulled by the sword it had drawn. It came apart just below the shoulder and across the chest. It had been severed clean. The sweep of the Sword of Justice had not wavered. Michaels strike had been from high to low, a
perfect twenty five degrees. The center demons last thought was one of hate for the archangel. The blackish purple blood flooded from the demons body as it too came apart. Michael closed his eyes. All his power and concentration
focused on his wings. The light from them flowed down to the demons bodies, they became cinder and quickly blew
away with an exhaled breath of the angel.
Michael had lost track of the man. He felt something sinister emanating from every direction. A black cloak seemed to move about everything. He had seen this phenomenon before. Over twenty five centuries ago, Raphael had
been dispatched with the Book of Truth to prophecy to Daniel, (Daniel 10:4-21). Lucifer had dropped a cloak of darkness over Raphael. To his credit, Raphael slashed and tore at it for twenty one days straight, until Michael came
with light to show Raphael the way. So it was written. Now the black cloak had been dropped to keep him from discovering the man. Satan was up to something, but what, Michael wondered. Zac was still enthralled with himself. All the discoveries. All the potential. He could scarcely believe the power, the sense of invincibility. The feeling was short lived. All encompassing darkness engulfed Zac. He looked around in
desperation. All light was lost. Fear enveloped Zac, he spilled his consciousness. He kept his primary awareness, objective. Fear was an emotion and while Zac seemed to care only for himself, he really did not. He could care less if
he lived or died. Slowly an image began to form out of the gloom. Lucifer created a sort of bubble around himself and Zac, an area between the planes, a purgatory. Zacs consciousness of fear was trying desperately to come to the forefront, to become his ‘primary’, Zac would not allow it. Before him was the king of the world, the dark princem himself, Lucifer. Zac could feel the hate, rage and loathing of the beast. He drank up the wealth of depraved thoughts
coming from the fallen archangel. Zac knew the devil. Yet Satan wasn’t sure how to address the man. Satan hated Zac for what he was. A being with a soul bestowed on him from God. He also knew this man was an evil being. A black soul. He searched himself for how he might win the man for his own cause.
“Zachary, do you know why you are here?” Satan asked. His voice intentionally non-threatening, but still an
impressive low pitch with an edged timbre.
“I’m here because I chose to be here, demon. While you are here because this is your prison.” Zac said, trying not
to reveal any weakness. For all he knew, the demon could snatch him from within the lesser demons body at will.
Satan stepped closer. Zac saw for the first time, Lucifers true self. A most gruesome manifestation of the prince of all
lies.
Lucifers feet were black cloven hooves. The legs were the grossly muscled calves of a man. The thighs like therear haunches of some four legged beast. He had the torso of a man, bare with thick rippling muscles and blotched red and black skin. His legs were covered in thick curly black hair. His sinewy arms and shoulders conveyed awesome
power. Massive muscles framed the neck, tensing tendons just under the skin seemed to be in a perpetual strain. Thewide chin jutted outwards, impossibly long. The black lips were full and yet still revealed the ends of yellowedcanines. Flaring black holes, the nostrils. The forehead seemed never to end as the giant horns base swept upward.
The horns were like those of a ram, sweeping back, down and out coming to a point just outside of his temples. Last the eyes. Pure reflections of black hate. They could become a bright fiery red or so black your soul could be consumed by the abysmal emptiness.
It was this monstrosity that was walking around Zac, now. It clicked as it walked, the hooves clacking on the glassy surface of the plane. Lucifer spread his wings and bent low. He stretched out. He should have fallen over, but gravity did not affect him. The nostrils flared as he sniffed about Zac. A low rumbling reverberated through out Zacs
existence, the voice was a blast of contempt.
“I smell your fear, son of man.” The devil sneered. “You are not on solid ground. If I wish it, you might burn for a
million years,” he paused, then spat, “Son – of – man” he drew the words out punctuating each, revealing to Zac who had control here.
“So, why am I here then, devil?” Zac asked.
With supernatural speed, Lucifer snatched Zac up. Zac was seven feet tall. The monster holding him was closer to eleven feet. The hands gripping Zac were steel vices. Now Zac was beginning to worry.
“I was seated above the twenty four elders, before Tetra breathed your name.” Lucifer bellowed into Zacs face.
“ I lived among the Council of Twelve. I was the highest of my kind. I am a prince.” Satan continued his boasting, a multitude of voices seemed to be speaking all at the same time.
“I am a God. Who are you to ask me anything. You are nothing but an animal given gifts you will never know what to do with! It was I who guided you to this realm, my
realm. I who compelled you to follow the whore. Everything you do, all you can be is because of ME!” Lucifer bellowed the last word.
Releasing his grip, the blast of searing breath sent Zac, arms flailing, fifty feet from the lord of lies. Lucifer strode toward him, hooves clacking, the darkness moving with him. It was if a fog of black ink kept the dark demon in its very center.Zac was smart, he knew things. First he felt the devils hesitation, the thing could not kill him. If it could, it would have, all ready done so. Zac also knew the ‘black curtain’ was camouflage. What was it hiding from or who?
“My apologies, lord, I am at your command. What is your will?” Zac decided to play along.
Lucifer could see through the petty deception, of course, and while it was distasteful for him to even allow a son of man in his very presence, he knew there was much to learn from this black soul. The mans lust for blood intrigued Lucifer. The dark prince had watched many evil men, but only briefly. None of those had the capacity or talent to crossover like Zachary. He was sure the man could be manipulated. Sinners were all to easy to claim. Lucifer wanted saints. Lucifer desired, above all else, to convert the innocent. He wanted a pure soul to worship him. This man would be his vehicle toward that goal. First he would have to study how the change worked. Things had been different in the beginning. The creatures of the earth were available to all of heaven, Seraphim, Cherubim and Neliphim. All the wonders of the earthly plane could be experienced by all. Then, he created man, imbued him with the very divine light of which God himself was made. The Host of Heaven had rejoiced. New songs were sung. Man was held above all of heavens angels. He, the Morning Star, the Prince if Princes, the right hand of God was to be a servant. Lucifer had rebelled. There were endless conflicts between Lucifer and God. Soon the Lord Almighty turned his face away from him. Lucifer pleaded with God. He wanted to rule the earth. His entreaties found no audience. Lucifer began to talk to man, insult. God created woman. Lucifer had begged to rule man, to be mans deity. God was silent toward Lucifer. The archangel took his pleas to the twenty four Elders, they too showed him their backs. Desperate not to let man be above him, Lucifer began a campaign. He deceived billions of the Host of Heaven. His lies turned soldiers, captains, servants, choirs, every group and every kind, he turned them. When he thought he had enough, he sought to wound God Almighty. Lucifer wanted to stab the sovereign Lords heart. He believed if he could hurt God enough, he would declare Lucifers superiority. After all, Lucifer thought, who else but I would be high enough to take His place on the throne of thrones. So confident with those he had won to his cause, he went down to earth. There he beguiled the woman, she ate of the tree that was in the midst of the world. He had her convince the man to eat, too. Now, he thought, God will surely cede to him, but Lucifer had deceived himself. His pride and vanity were folly, for when God walked among man he saw mans shame. He cursed man to die, woman to bleed. He cursed her with pain of child birth. He cursed the land to bear fruit only by the sweat of man. Then, he turned his wrath toward heaven. Lightning came from his eyes striking billions of angels. A third of the heavens were marked by the Lord, and so began the Battle of Battles. The angels fought brother against brother. The war raged for a thousand years. At last Lucifer was brought before the Lord, chained, deaf, dumb and blind. He neither saw not heard his creator.
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 " Imagine if all you ever did was kill for God. What kind of being would you be? An Angel sword dripping, your wings always dipped in blood.....Imagine."
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