Hello
I didn't want to write in French my other story (which is the french version of this one) or translate the other chapters of Le Diable n'a jamais peur. So, I started translating the sequel of L'Étoile du Matin. Yes, another translated story ^^
So, if you remember...
Lucifer discovered that his twin Michael is behind his aggression. He also had to get back his wings in Hell to have a chance to defeat him, if it's that what God wants.
I haven't finished yet to write the story in French. The story makes about more than thirty chapters and there are already seventeen chapters published. It's really a big big project and I hope you'll like it as much as I like to write it so far.
DISCLAIRMER - I do not owe the characters. They come from the TV show "LUCIFER" from FOX.
This is the prologue of Des Ténèbres naquit la Lumière - a flash-back about Lucifer's past in Heaven.
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EVE
She was kneeling down near the stream, caressing the light surface of the water with her thin fingers.
He watched her play with the flow, diving her entire hand in the cool water and letting it run down her fingers, being amazed by these simple crystalline drops falling down from her damp hand. He watched her thin, perfect face. Like the rest of her body. Like everything else. Her pale eyes lined with long eyelashes. Her long, silky hair falling into a golden cascade against her bare shoulder to her waist. Her thin, red mouth widening into a radiant smile, a wider and brighter smile at every passing moment. Her perfect features, her thin body lying casually along the stream on the flowered, soft grass.
She was perfect.
It couldn't have been otherwise. She'd been created this way. Perfect. As perfect as the landscape around her, as perfect as the being from which she was originate.
Perfect.
He continued to look at her from his hiding place, a big tree called weeping willow if he wasn't wrong about this. There were so many trees, here. It wasn't necessary to hide, he could talk to her if he wanted to. But keeping his distance seemed preferable. He leaned against the flowered tree, staring and analyzing the slightest gestures of the creature.
She was so different from the other creations.
More complicated. More considered.
With more extensive and more encouraging abilities than anything else. Less encouraging than his but almost equal.
If He gave her that opportunity.
The creature sat up in front of the stream, slowly diving her thin legs in the water, closing her eyes at ease. It looked nice. Was it, really? Why was it nice? He saw her gently move her feet, causing minimal eddies in the present flow. Her golden hair caressed her well-drawn chest, half-hiding it from his sight.
She looked like him and was subtly different from him.
The same build but clearly not the same lineage. How did He call them? Humans? A singular designation for these creatures. They were different from the other living creations in this place, of course. Much more fascinating. Especially her. The other creature, the male – odd word to distinguish them – wasn't interesting for him. He was fascinated by her. This human. This woman. Created for man, created from man. He watched her laughing at the sight of other creatures skillfully jumping out of the water to quickly going back into it. Fishes. Other basic living beings created by His Father.
This sound was truly beautiful.
It gave rise to new sensations inside him. Something warm in his abdomen. Something sweet...
He saw her straighten up and run on the bank, still laughing by seeing the fishes. This creature was full of life. Marveling with anything and everything. He understood His Father's pride for this creation in particular.
However, the reasoning behind this was beyond understanding to him. Senseless. Incomplete.
He shifted slightly, looking at the huge knotted, glowing tree standing further away in the green valley. The golden leaves were gently ruffled by the fresh, scented breeze which also ruffled his own black hair. This tree placed right in the middle of this place, proudly standing in front of all these creatures. This tree containing more than a simple sap.
Within easy reach... and yet inaccessible for them. For her.
Why?
Why was the excuse given by His Father? If they ate its fruit, they'll die?
Why?
It was the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil. How was knowledge a bad thing? Why knowing could be causing death? He knew things himself, many things. He wasn't on the decline.
Not as far as he knew, anyway.
His brothers and sisters would probably have had a very different answer, too annoyed by his behavior seen as immature and impudent. Impudent to who? Him? Them? It was ridiculous. He liked having fun, laughing, watching, talking. They didn't. Or maybe they didn't want to show it openly, fearing their Father's retaliation? Why? He'd already paid for it if it'll be the case. He didn't feel particularly privileged than the rest of his family. He was always seen as the Favorite Son. A title that annoyed him. He found it more suitable, more deserved by his other brother... His twin. He did nothing special to obtain this unofficial honorary title.
Nothing.
He looked again at the Tree of the Knowledge, frowning with intense thinking. No, he didn't understand how knowledge could be such a terrible thing for these creatures. Some things didn't make any sense. He claimed to have made them in His Image. And yet, He denied them a tenth of His Own Knowledge. Not a tenth. It was excessive. A tiny part of this knowledge was forbidden to them.
Why create beings in his image and prevent them from evolving? From thinking?
Was reflection such an evil thing? Was it evil for them? Why was he allowed to think, to evolve when they weren't?
Being God's Son shouldn't mean more, shouldn't deserve more...
That was not fair.
His Father advocated free will. Choice. Freedom.
How being ignorant of your condition, of your possibilities could be freedom? It was quite the contrary to him. They should have the opportunity to choose, to think, to refuse, to accept...Not just unquestioningly obeying a deep, pervasive voice.
That was stupid. Unproductive. Useless. As ridiculous as possible.
A dead end.
His Father was wrong this time. That kind of thing could happen to the best. He felt hesitant. Torn between the desire to show Him this mistake, to prove it... and the desire to ignore all this. To continue submissively following The Most High's Orders. That desire was pretty weak, though. Obedience had never been his thing but rather his brothers and sisters thing.
Should he talk about it with Him?
Just physically showing this mistake to Him? Helping Him to change things in the right way, the most logical way for him?
He remained hesitant.
He saw the woman lean against a distant tree, sitting against its trunk. She brought her knees up to her chest and closed her eyes, a smile of contentment enlightening her perfect face. She was beautiful, he had to concede this to His Dear Old Dad.
Really beautiful.
It wasn't the same beauty sported by his sisters, an unrivalled beauty, even by a human being. Her beauty was subtler, requiring a deeper watching to fully enjoy it. A much greater beauty for him.
A physical beauty emphasized by her new, unique nature. It was really a waste to let such a beauty declining with ignorance. Another breeze lifted the young woman's golden hair, revealing her curved breasts. He smiled. Nudity wasn't a bad thing, anyway.
" Samael. "
He turned quickly towards the newcomer, the grass to his feet flattening under the pressure trained by the wings. He leaned against the tree which hitherto served as a hiding place, crossing his arms against his chest. The newcomer landed softly on the ground, his silvery wings totally spread out on both sides of his broad shoulders. They were a perfect reproduction of his, except the color. His were as white and immaculate as the Light itself. A realization of the very principle of Light. They were so alike both... and they were subtly different. The hair color, the eyes color, the wings, the behavior...
So similar. And so different.
He gave a self-satisfied smile to his brother while he lowered his big wings with a sharp gesture from his shoulders.
Michael looked at him coldly before glaring at the sleeping woman.
" What are you doing here, brother? ", he asked him coldly.
He looked in turn at the woman innocently lying against the trunk of the flowered tree, her long hair almost covering her like a sheet. He smiled at this view. Without turning to his brother, his onyx eyes still looking at the lovely creature, he said:
" I just enjoy a breathing space by fully admiring the Old Man's wonderful creations. "
Michael grimaced by hearing this designation of their Father, not fond of this kind of offhand expressions to qualify Him. He silently looked at scornfully his brother still casually leaning against the big weeping willow, probably trying to find him some transgressions to confess. Samael waited for his brother to stop his suspicious analysis, become accustomed to be systematically suspected of duplicitous actions. His family didn't know how to have fun. Fortunately, he was there to fix this.
" I am truly impressed by this new creature. A symbol of pure beauty, don't you think? ", he continued more lightly by giving an amused look to his brother torturing his own mind unnecessarily. " How did He call her? "
" Eve. ", answered Michael reticently, staring at disdainfully the so-called creature.
Samael nodded, agreed with this name. Very well chosen.
" The source of life...So appropriate! ", he cheerfully agreed.
Her name revealed the illogical nature of her situation. He was refusing her a full and complete existence by this stupid ban. This injustice imposed itself more in his torn mind. An injustice that had to be rectified. Very shortly.
" What are you plotting again, Sammy? ", Michael accused him, suspicious and too much clever for his own good.
He moved from the tree and made a few steps towards his brother, his wings gently rubbing the damp ground behind him. Samael shrugged, pretending to be surprised.
" Why should I always plot something? ", he was offended, showing a sullen expression on his face.
Michael clenched his fists, reasonably irritated by his brother's behavior but too careful to give free rein to his rage. He feared too much The Most-High Man for this. His brother loosened the tension in his fists, deeply exhaling to calm down and then looked him in the eye.
"He asks you. Do not keep Him waiting for you, Samael. ", he warned him in a toneless voice.
Samael raised his arms to express his surrender, a mischievous smile on his lips.
" At your command! ", he exclaimed, not in the least impressed by Michael's imperious tone.
Michael spread out his huge wings with another gesture of shoulders, disappearing in a strong breeze that violently ruffling Samael's dark hair and the greenery around. He sighed, already tired by the future divine talk. He looked over his shoulder the woman still deeply asleep against the tree and smiled more.
" Eve... "
TBC with... " Monsters hate Light "
Thanks for reading me as always. I don't know when I'll publish the next chapter. It won't be long, anyway, as soon as I'll finish to translate Le Diable n'a jamais peur.
Bye bye and until next time!