” i asked myself: ‘where is God?’
i came to detest the sanctimonious attitude
of people toward violence,
always saying ‘it’s God’s will’.
— satantic bible. ”
HE'S A COMPLICATED MAN, LUCIFER. he always demands so much of you — but it always comes with a little string of praise. the praise is the best part, it's the part that always convinces you to get your hands wet — dripped in the blood of those sentenced to eternal damnation. oh, how it never took much to be sentenced to hell — some people's past lives were so horrible that it was inescapable for them, regardless of the way they were in the current life. sometimes the sin outweighs the prayer.
now is one of those times — where sin is heavier than light. you stand next to your lord, hands clutching your sides where the cursed blades of yours reside. blades cursed in both latin and enochian [1] to harm onto others — angel and demon alike, human alike. there's an important meeting going on between the princes of hell and the other important members, where you've been assigned the role of protecting Lucifer himself. a role not given to just anyone, to just any plain reaper — but instead, entrusted to his favorite.
belial sits on Lucifer's opposing side, jotting away in his notebook while leviathan lays a map down on the table; one describing the lands of both heaven and hell. mirror images of each other — reflections. where heaven has highlands, hell has them on the opposing sides. where hell has more water, heaven has less in that area. it's the way the two had to be, as mirror images are all they are. good and bad, evil and good is all they are.
talks of reclaiming their locked away belongings, from their days of angelhood, bounces off the walls of the room. the group all used to be angels above, much like the one you're quite fond of tormenting and trying to tempt, but all eventually fell during a rebellion caused by Lucifer; prince of demons. he's the prince, however not the main prince — all four of them are gathered in the same room: Leviathan, Belial, and Satanas [2].
Leviathan, prince of the waters guarding hell was adorned with the scaliest of skin; however, the prettiest of scales. blue adorns him in every regard — upon the edges of his scales, his eyes, the tips of his hair like highlights. blue and black are that mans colors. you've heard horror stories about him, about how cruel of a demon he can be — but he truly just reflects the waters, no? if one treats the waters well, it's always been paid back in full, but if one mistreats the waters there's been deadly repercussions — often caused by jealousy, as well. he's such a jealous man, after all, enough so to become adorned the sin of such.
Belial, prince of earth and ruler of the towers in hell. where Leviathan proved to be wrathful, it was nothing when in comparison to the wrath of Belial — angry man, he is. he's covered head to toe with black, and adorned with several green and red pieces of jewelry covering the parts where the black fabrics didn't quite reach; most of his body. he's gentle when need be, but it is rather easy to set him off. almost always a ticking time bomb as earth is always a time bomb of eruptions and violent earthquakes.
Satanas, prince of flame and ruler of the center of hell. said to be the angriest of them all, as he's been adorned the title of sin of wrath — not a fallen angel, but rather a pureborn demon. much different to the rest of the princes, but just as important. where there is life, there is also destruction; typically caused by the hands of him. he's a lot tanner than the rest of the demons in the room, adorned by red and black fabrics covering his muscular body. golden jewelry laying upon his horns and biceps, rings upon his fingers and anklets. beautiful, just as Lucifer is.
“it has been far too long, my brothers, since heaven has taken away our divine treasures,” Lucifer starts with the calm and collected voice you've come to become accustomed to. calm, it's how so many have come to trust him with even the most miniscule of things. he's a prince of hell, for a reason after all.
“while, yes, it has but there is no clear way to go and gain them — we do not know any of the insides of heaven anymore, my brother,” Leviathan begins to speak, using his hands to place emphasis on some things he says. with a small sigh, “as, i'm sure heaven has changed greatly in the last millennium or so. father has replaced you, after all. it's bound to be changed.”
“while that is an excellent point, i have a little idea for just that — thought ahead, you see,” Lucifer begins before his head slowly shifts towards you — red eyes fixating on your e/c ones. a small smile creeps its way onto his face and he tilts his head to its side, a thing he does when he wants something out of you. and everytime, it works, “my little doll here, y/n, has been going, quite frequently, up to heaven's gates, isn't that right, dear?”
“correct, sir,” you say quickly before making your way closer to the table. while you've been to these meetings countless times, yet it's a rare occasion that Lucifer, your Lord, brings you to be apart of it.
“and i'm quite aware of how much you socialize with that false god that's replaced me, my little doll,” Lucifer starts, eyes narrowing at you slightly before he sits up straight and takes a breath, “he will be our trojan horse, my brothers. i have heard stories of him and that little false god up above, and lords, he seems quite fond of my fawn here.”
“you're entrusting such an important task to someone whom we hardly know, Lucifer?” Belial starts, arms folding across his chest; causing his jewelry to move slightly with him and with a sigh. his eyes roll with him as he shakes his head, “and how do we know that false god even appreciates his company?”
“go on, my doll,” Lucifer waves his hand dismissively towards you — clearly wanting you to speak your own case. he could only defend you so many times before you would have to do so yourself, after all. you're not some helpless doe.
“i go up there every night, and like clockwork he comes there to socialize with me — there's been times where i've nearly tempted him to create sin with me,” you state calmly, looking away when you talk of creating sin with him.
“so he's a routine man, i see. and you're a temptress, but i digress,” Satanas sighs, moving more forward in his seat before resting his head on his fists, “we could always try it. worst case with this little plan here, is that it fails and he gets banned from heaven by that false god — not like choso would assume he's there to steal our divine treasures, which, must i remind you all; have been kept from us since we fell.”
“we're more than aware, you think i don't miss my scepter? Mammom, his gold? Paimon, his knowledge? we know, Satanas,” Leviathan sighs, leaning back in his seat, opening himself up more visibly.
as the meeting would draw to a close, Lucifer tugs you to the side — hands on your shoulders, eyes staring down into yours. his smile completely and utterly gone, nails ever so slightly digging into the cloth that covers your shoulders.
“my dear, i'm putting my neck on the line for you — my pride even. i am patient, you know, but do not embarrass me, or ruin my reputation, my dear,” Lucifer says, his voice going a bit lower as darkness surrounds the two of you.
it's not your first time getting pulled aside by your lord, nor is it the last. the two of you are surrounded by darkness, the meeting room, with Lilith behind you — unholy mother — with only flames to illuminate the nearest sights. Lucifer, you, Lilith, illuminated by the flames' gift of light.
“do me good, yeah? i expect recounts of every visit up there, more detail than usual, fawn,” Lucifer ends with a sigh, "make your Lord proud.”
“yes, my Lucifer.”
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[1] enochian — the old occultist language of angels, originated/discovered in late 16th century by John Dee
[2] Satanas — original name for Satan
* if you haven't caught on, i only capitalize the names of religious figures. yes people worship and pray to demons too, they're being respected here