Chapter 1–Who kills god?
AN: 3 things I need to get down before we begin.
1: This work contains more fandoms & characters than I could list with the publishing system.
2: I do not own any of the characters or works in this fanfic. Especially not the Bible, I definetly don't own that.
3: This first chapter is told from the perspective of The Devil/Lucifer, and is not exactly kind to God/Jahweh. Those who are prone to getting offended by religious blasphemy are advised that this story will likely offend. So in other words, if the idea of a cold, manipulative, mortal god offends you religiously, then I don't blame you, and would recommend you read a different story.
Lucifer surveyed the world around him from his view on the penthouse of the Belllagio hotel. He was sick of it. The corruption. The pollution. The religion.
If only these guys could stop clinging to the old ways and move forward. Oh, they've moved forward in technology, that much is for sure. But they still hold on to antiquated beliefs. Selfishness. Hatred. Prejudice. The faith that god'll fix everything, most of all that. Jaweh, you crazy bastard. You really screwed these people, didn't you? Reminiscing, he checked his watch. 8:30. I still have some time yet before the event. Sipping his cappuccino, he continued his musings.
We set out to build something great. You and I, Jaweh and Lucifer, some of the only great magicians to come out of this world, we returned here to lift civilization up. You were always the mover, the shaker, the leader. So of course the primitives considered you a god, while I was the prophet, the angel, or whoever you, no, whoever they needed me to be. It was always about them. Adam. Eve. Noah. The people of the Black Sea and later of Israel. They were our chosen, our people. It was always about them.
Then something happened. He sighed to himself. He still didn't know why, but he knew it had happened. He looked up, out the window which he would soon go through, to the place where the sky was just beginning to darken.
You started not just being thought of as a god, but demanding they worship you as God. That they sacrifice their animals, their children to you. You used our spells to perform miracles of destruction; knocking down the walls of whatever city the increasingly-warlike people wanted to take next.
Always the loyal servant I followed you. We used magic undreamt of in scale to shake the foundations of the earth. Now I'm burned out. I didn't even have enough magic to mend that ship's hull after it hit the iceberg. You on the other hand, you keep sticking your hand into people's minds, turning them into your new prophets, getting them to hold these people back. Starting wars. Fomenting hate.
I remember when you caused those plagues, no when we caused those plagues. Lucifer thought.
No. When we caused those plagues. That was when I caught on. That was when I left. Then you had them make that new church policy; anyone who associated with me was a sinner, I was the devil, Satan, I and my followers must be hunted. Very clever. Now though… Now I will end your tyranny over these people. They should be left on their own, to make their own decisions, not controlled and manipulated by you.
Now's the time. The beginning of your downfall, Jahweh. I hope you're ready.
Lucifer stood up, ran towards the window, and ran through it. Without smoke, without sound, he was gone.
