me_ming
01-18-2009, 10:34 AM
hey reader... this is a prologue of a story I'm making lately (Although, I still haven't thought for a title.. hehe!!)
I hope you enjoy reading it though... I'm trying to make a manga out of this, but I still couldn't find time to do so. So as of now, I'm storing all my imagination in written form... hahaha!!
Comments, suggestions and violent reactions (?) are welcome...
here it is:
Prologue:
He just stood there.
He stood at the foot of the huge Gates of Heaven. Everything seemed so nostalgic to him. And as if it just happened yesterday, he saw himself being banished from this place. He almost wanted to laugh at himself, for being here. After all, who would have thought that he would have the courage, and humility to do this? He was Lucifer, ruler and commander of all the forces of Hell. He was the very first being that was casted out from Heaven, and very first creation that committed sin. In his proper mind, he would never admit defeat from God, or in any case ask to reunite with Him.
But he wanted to do this. He wanted to be here. And he knew too, that despite of what has become of him, They were aware of why he was here, that is why even if his very own shadow would burn as it touched upon these sacred grounds, he was able to stand there, and gaze at the gates.
He was everything opposite from where he was, wrapped around in his red as ruby robes, the only remnant of what he once was. The two big and long horns that sprouted from his forehead anchored to the ground, his skin was as pale as dead, while his black eyes seemed as hollow as ever. His two black wings ripped through at the back of his robes, and from behind him, a trail of dark smoke.
Compared to him, the Gates of Heaven were gigantic. And nothing, not even with his powers could open it. It was only the Word of God that those gates would obey. So he waited there, patiently. Now that was really funny. He never knew he was patient. He has been standing there for sometime already, and this was annoying him. So why was he so persistent with this one? He never really could stand God. The moment he was created, he dreamt of taking God's place. He must therefore wanted this to work, if he was able to tolerate waiting for those gates to open.
A few more minutes and the gates finally opened themselves. He walked right through. Of course he was apprehensive with this. He almost felt sick of what he was doing, but he was too proud to let it show. He wanted Them, the Holy Trinity, to think that he was still in control of the situation, at some areas at least.
A path showed itself before him as he stepped inside. Besides that path, everything else was a series of infinite clouds. Heaven sure hasn't changed a bit. It was still as pure as ever.
At the end of that line was yet another gate, as awesome as that behind him. But before it, was a guardian. Someone he knew so well. It stood, as tall as he was, with its broad wings spread as far as it could stretch. It wore white robes with golden knots wrapped around him, and it held, on his right hand a flaming sword, and on his left, a golden shield. Embedded on the shield was a cross. He was Michael, one of the Holy Archangels. He was the very first angel created by God, his name in itself, literally meant one who is like God. He was in charge of all the archangels in Heaven, and was the one responsible of defeating him and his fallen comrades. On the other end he was also once his best friend.
He paused, yet not looking at Michael's face, as if signifying that he was not worthy of his gaze. "Lucifer," Michael greeted.
He said nothing. It was almost surreal, that the first being to greet him here, was also the very being that drove him off Heaven. They were once the greatest of all friends. In fact, the very first friendship that was made was between them. They were after all God's most priced angels. Michael was created to protect God's works; firm and strong. While Lucifer was created to appreciate God's every creation; intelligent and beautiful. Yet, that bond was not to last long, Lucifer's pride drove him to bring an uprising against their creator.
"They're waiting for you," Michael said.
He walked in. And before him, the whole angelic order was before him, each on their respective places. And at the end of it all were the three thrones of the Holy Trinity. The order that the heavenly guardians were arranged depended on their ranks and position relative to the Holy Trinity. Before his rebellion, Lucifer was one of the highest ranking angels. Everyone has their eyes on him, cautious of what he may be planning on doing, for none of them truly know what his real motif was, after all.
He ignored them, and started to head to the thrones. But before he could take another step, a gust of wind caught and circled around him. It carried him to Them. He knew perfectly well, why this had to happen. He was being prepared for facing Them. Because of Their greatness, no imperfect and evil being could withstand their presence, if he was to meet with Them in his demonic form he would simply cease to exist. So for him to speak with them, he has to assume his original self- as Lucifer, the Light Bearer.
As he was laid before Them, he transformed to his angelic form. His once dark character was now replaced by a stunning and glowing figure. His face was more beautiful than the flowers that bloomed in spring, his eyes glimmered as light touches them, his dark hair complimented every part of him and his skin radiant as the sun. His horns were no longer to be seen, and his once dark wings, were now light and slender. The only thing that remained was his red robes, which were apart of his original self, and a proof that he belonged among the cherubim, the most intelligent among the order of angels.
The three thrones are where the Holy Trinity are seated. At the middle was a vast ball of light, it was the throne of The Father, it was His light that could destroy anything that was corrupted by evil and imperfection, yet it was also the same light that created everything in the universe. On the right side, was a person wrapped in white robes, he was The Son, Jesus Christ. He was the bridge between Heaven and earth, without Him, Lucifer would have won the battle eons ago. And on the other end, was a white dove perched from the head of the throne. It was The Holy Spirit. It was the Spirit of the other two, that continues to battle Lucifer and his army. Together these three entities form one being, The Holy Trinity. They were the most powerful in the entire universe, even Lucifer knew this. And it was also because of this power that he turned against Them.
"Ah, Lucifer," A voice said, but he did not hear it through his ears, but in his mind instead. "What brings you here?" It was The Father who was speaking to him. Jesus and the Spirit were seated calmly in their thrones.
He dared not look into their face, even in his situation, he was arrogant. "Why do you ask questions, you already know the answers?" He sneered at Them.
"How dare you say that to ask?" The voice grew firmer and louder this time. "How dare you question our reason? We are the alpha and the omega, everything that you see, even your own existence, you owe to Us. We allowed you to go on your malicious intentions, when we could end you and army, even by just thinking about it. And as far as We are concern, isn't it that you need something from Us?"
He kept silent. He didn't want to worsen the situation by provoking Them. He was scared to experience Their wrath, and despite his arrogance, he was trembling. And this time, he could not contain that fear anymore. They saw him as he shook in fear of Their very words. He knew They were right. They could easily do anything They want. And he needed Them.
He tried to compose himself, careful not be arrogant, yet making Them think that he was not as terrified as They thought he was, "I have a proposition to make," he started.
"I have decided to give up Hell," whispers and chatters between the angelic order begun to spread upon hearing this. "I have enough of our battle, the battle of good and evil. I will give up everything in Hell, and my evil ways, in exchange of You giving me back my position here in your council. I want to be Lucifer again, The Light Bearer. Your anointed cherubim."
For a moment no one said a word, not even the angels that held spectators to this conversation. The air was heavy as everyone was waiting for Their response. Lucifer was anxious himself. He just did something he couldn't imagine doing- he just swallowed his pride.
"Lucifer," the voice finally said. "You know very well, that We do not make deals with anyone, more so from you. We cannot accept your proposition."
"What?" he was shock. He was certain that They would be delighted and that They would welcome him back with open arms once They hear his deal. It was after all what They wanted from the beginning, that he would come back to Them. "What do you mean you cannot accept it? I thought You were merciful beings?"
"Lucifer," the voice continued. And once more he kept quiet, it was the same fear that he felt earlier that made him not say what was on his mind. "We will however give you a chance."
"A chance?"
"Yes. A chance, to prove yourself worthy of becoming holy again. You will live as a human on earth, vulnerable to temptation and capable of sin. If you will make the right decisions and choices, then that will be the only time We will accept you back. Will you accept it?"
Does he have a choice? He most definitely did not expect this. He thought this would be easy. He wanted to forget this has ever happened. He wanted to leave and go back to Hell. He wanted to say no.
He wanted too...
I hope you enjoy reading it though... I'm trying to make a manga out of this, but I still couldn't find time to do so. So as of now, I'm storing all my imagination in written form... hahaha!!
Comments, suggestions and violent reactions (?) are welcome...
here it is:
Prologue:
He just stood there.
He stood at the foot of the huge Gates of Heaven. Everything seemed so nostalgic to him. And as if it just happened yesterday, he saw himself being banished from this place. He almost wanted to laugh at himself, for being here. After all, who would have thought that he would have the courage, and humility to do this? He was Lucifer, ruler and commander of all the forces of Hell. He was the very first being that was casted out from Heaven, and very first creation that committed sin. In his proper mind, he would never admit defeat from God, or in any case ask to reunite with Him.
But he wanted to do this. He wanted to be here. And he knew too, that despite of what has become of him, They were aware of why he was here, that is why even if his very own shadow would burn as it touched upon these sacred grounds, he was able to stand there, and gaze at the gates.
He was everything opposite from where he was, wrapped around in his red as ruby robes, the only remnant of what he once was. The two big and long horns that sprouted from his forehead anchored to the ground, his skin was as pale as dead, while his black eyes seemed as hollow as ever. His two black wings ripped through at the back of his robes, and from behind him, a trail of dark smoke.
Compared to him, the Gates of Heaven were gigantic. And nothing, not even with his powers could open it. It was only the Word of God that those gates would obey. So he waited there, patiently. Now that was really funny. He never knew he was patient. He has been standing there for sometime already, and this was annoying him. So why was he so persistent with this one? He never really could stand God. The moment he was created, he dreamt of taking God's place. He must therefore wanted this to work, if he was able to tolerate waiting for those gates to open.
A few more minutes and the gates finally opened themselves. He walked right through. Of course he was apprehensive with this. He almost felt sick of what he was doing, but he was too proud to let it show. He wanted Them, the Holy Trinity, to think that he was still in control of the situation, at some areas at least.
A path showed itself before him as he stepped inside. Besides that path, everything else was a series of infinite clouds. Heaven sure hasn't changed a bit. It was still as pure as ever.
At the end of that line was yet another gate, as awesome as that behind him. But before it, was a guardian. Someone he knew so well. It stood, as tall as he was, with its broad wings spread as far as it could stretch. It wore white robes with golden knots wrapped around him, and it held, on his right hand a flaming sword, and on his left, a golden shield. Embedded on the shield was a cross. He was Michael, one of the Holy Archangels. He was the very first angel created by God, his name in itself, literally meant one who is like God. He was in charge of all the archangels in Heaven, and was the one responsible of defeating him and his fallen comrades. On the other end he was also once his best friend.
He paused, yet not looking at Michael's face, as if signifying that he was not worthy of his gaze. "Lucifer," Michael greeted.
He said nothing. It was almost surreal, that the first being to greet him here, was also the very being that drove him off Heaven. They were once the greatest of all friends. In fact, the very first friendship that was made was between them. They were after all God's most priced angels. Michael was created to protect God's works; firm and strong. While Lucifer was created to appreciate God's every creation; intelligent and beautiful. Yet, that bond was not to last long, Lucifer's pride drove him to bring an uprising against their creator.
"They're waiting for you," Michael said.
He walked in. And before him, the whole angelic order was before him, each on their respective places. And at the end of it all were the three thrones of the Holy Trinity. The order that the heavenly guardians were arranged depended on their ranks and position relative to the Holy Trinity. Before his rebellion, Lucifer was one of the highest ranking angels. Everyone has their eyes on him, cautious of what he may be planning on doing, for none of them truly know what his real motif was, after all.
He ignored them, and started to head to the thrones. But before he could take another step, a gust of wind caught and circled around him. It carried him to Them. He knew perfectly well, why this had to happen. He was being prepared for facing Them. Because of Their greatness, no imperfect and evil being could withstand their presence, if he was to meet with Them in his demonic form he would simply cease to exist. So for him to speak with them, he has to assume his original self- as Lucifer, the Light Bearer.
As he was laid before Them, he transformed to his angelic form. His once dark character was now replaced by a stunning and glowing figure. His face was more beautiful than the flowers that bloomed in spring, his eyes glimmered as light touches them, his dark hair complimented every part of him and his skin radiant as the sun. His horns were no longer to be seen, and his once dark wings, were now light and slender. The only thing that remained was his red robes, which were apart of his original self, and a proof that he belonged among the cherubim, the most intelligent among the order of angels.
The three thrones are where the Holy Trinity are seated. At the middle was a vast ball of light, it was the throne of The Father, it was His light that could destroy anything that was corrupted by evil and imperfection, yet it was also the same light that created everything in the universe. On the right side, was a person wrapped in white robes, he was The Son, Jesus Christ. He was the bridge between Heaven and earth, without Him, Lucifer would have won the battle eons ago. And on the other end, was a white dove perched from the head of the throne. It was The Holy Spirit. It was the Spirit of the other two, that continues to battle Lucifer and his army. Together these three entities form one being, The Holy Trinity. They were the most powerful in the entire universe, even Lucifer knew this. And it was also because of this power that he turned against Them.
"Ah, Lucifer," A voice said, but he did not hear it through his ears, but in his mind instead. "What brings you here?" It was The Father who was speaking to him. Jesus and the Spirit were seated calmly in their thrones.
He dared not look into their face, even in his situation, he was arrogant. "Why do you ask questions, you already know the answers?" He sneered at Them.
"How dare you say that to ask?" The voice grew firmer and louder this time. "How dare you question our reason? We are the alpha and the omega, everything that you see, even your own existence, you owe to Us. We allowed you to go on your malicious intentions, when we could end you and army, even by just thinking about it. And as far as We are concern, isn't it that you need something from Us?"
He kept silent. He didn't want to worsen the situation by provoking Them. He was scared to experience Their wrath, and despite his arrogance, he was trembling. And this time, he could not contain that fear anymore. They saw him as he shook in fear of Their very words. He knew They were right. They could easily do anything They want. And he needed Them.
He tried to compose himself, careful not be arrogant, yet making Them think that he was not as terrified as They thought he was, "I have a proposition to make," he started.
"I have decided to give up Hell," whispers and chatters between the angelic order begun to spread upon hearing this. "I have enough of our battle, the battle of good and evil. I will give up everything in Hell, and my evil ways, in exchange of You giving me back my position here in your council. I want to be Lucifer again, The Light Bearer. Your anointed cherubim."
For a moment no one said a word, not even the angels that held spectators to this conversation. The air was heavy as everyone was waiting for Their response. Lucifer was anxious himself. He just did something he couldn't imagine doing- he just swallowed his pride.
"Lucifer," the voice finally said. "You know very well, that We do not make deals with anyone, more so from you. We cannot accept your proposition."
"What?" he was shock. He was certain that They would be delighted and that They would welcome him back with open arms once They hear his deal. It was after all what They wanted from the beginning, that he would come back to Them. "What do you mean you cannot accept it? I thought You were merciful beings?"
"Lucifer," the voice continued. And once more he kept quiet, it was the same fear that he felt earlier that made him not say what was on his mind. "We will however give you a chance."
"A chance?"
"Yes. A chance, to prove yourself worthy of becoming holy again. You will live as a human on earth, vulnerable to temptation and capable of sin. If you will make the right decisions and choices, then that will be the only time We will accept you back. Will you accept it?"
Does he have a choice? He most definitely did not expect this. He thought this would be easy. He wanted to forget this has ever happened. He wanted to leave and go back to Hell. He wanted to say no.
He wanted too...