Hi everyone, this is the first story I've posted that revolves around a main-stream religion. I was raised in a Catholic/Protestant house-hold, but I've not been a part of the church for a year. This is my view on the falling out of a certain angel. It insinuates a male/male relationship. Read no further if you've any problems with views on the devil, God, and heaven and hell. For those that are still with me.. ^-^ Please read and review!

-A

Reflections of a Fallen Angel Come to me, kill for me, worship me

Follow everything I do, act it out before me

I'm the one they told you would come again

Let me show you all the signs to bring about the end

I watched you take the power in your hands

And throw it all away

I knew you would fall down again some day

Come on now, you know I won't hurt you

Come on now, I'm here to protect you

Come on now, I'll lead you to shelter

Come on now, you know

I'll take you down to a hole where you will always be alone

I'll turn you out on a world that doesn't care if you belong

I'll push you off of the throne that you've erected for yourself

You will be tossed on the pile of all the filth that you've created

                The music pounded through his head and struck a chord within his heartstrings. He doubted most would understand his thoughts on that song. He lounged against one of the walls of the club, watching the mass of writhing bodies. White-blond hair was held back in a shaggy ponytail, though it was shorter about his face, and so some remained free. His skin was pale and flawless, and his eyes an eerie colour blue. He was beautiful, even the most vain would admit it, though grudgingly. Lucifer watched the dancing forms, musing over how the Church shunned places like this, calling them the "dens of sin and Satan." Well isn't that appropriate then, he mused. How could the clergy condemn those that gave in to the 'dark' desires of the flesh that they simply chose to ignore (or perhaps chose not to share)? Even God now condemned Lust. The hypocrite, he thought, He was well with it before he cast me out. According to his now-estranged companions, and one-time friends, he was the Father of Sin, and so out of spite he had lived up to the title. God had created His children, so perfect and splendid, so Lucifer had made them even more like their father, awakening a desire for the flesh that was only natural. After all, why deny the children what the Father had so freely enjoyed?

                A frown flickered across his face then, with that last thought. He looked down at his body, clad in leather pants that left little hidden, and a shirt of fishnet and vinyl that covered the minimum. Once he'd shown off his body proudly and freely, even inspiring envy amongst God's Seraphim. He had been shown adoration and love, but he could not be content for the eternity gifted to him. And so, bare seconds after expressing his ideas, he had been coldly cast out by the being that had once so warmly taken him, and condemned to wander Hell for the span of time itself. And so there he was, in Hell, his last defiance to them all. He had not made his own realm, as so many things, including the word of the Bible, insinuated. He didn't need to, not with human nature the way it was. This was his Hell, knowing that he was shunned because of this one small infraction while His children were given instant salvation if they asked it. Damn them, he thought bitterly, turning and leaving the club to be hit by the cold autumn air. Damn. Them. All.

10-25-02

©GKN

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