Lucifer, God's beloved son

  Chapter Eight-- The history of the rebellion Part Two

  “Er.... I had been thinking over what you had said,” Beelzebub confided in him. Lucifer was surprised. He had totally given up on his plan to overthrow the Most High. When he first subtly hinted to the other angels of his plan, the responses from the other angels were that of horror and disgust.

  Michael had even took him aside and rebuke him loudly.

  “I know, Lucifer, you like to joke. But this matter of rebellion is not something you can make a joke of!”

  None of the angels he had spoken to seemed interested in the idea of rebellion. So Lucifer had put off the idea publicly and entertained the idea only in his own mind. To keep God and the other angels from being suspicious of him, Lucifer had resumed his worship of the Most High, and had joined the other angels in their games. But somehow, nothing was the same as before. He just could not find the same joys as he used to do when he was with God or the other angels. When he looked at God, he always imagined it was himself. He was the one at the throne. He was the one who the other angels adored. He, and not that stupid tyrant!

  “You took months to think over what I had said,” Lucifer said.

  “I... I found the idea... disturbing. The Most High, if you know what I mean, had always... well... been the Most High,” Beelzebub stammered.

  “I know what you mean,” Lucifer replied. “I found the thought frightening, too, at first. But eventually, I exulted in my new found freedom.”

  “Yes... Lucifer, you are right.” Beelzebub said. “I thought about what you said, about me being my own god, about me... speaking negatively of Him, and only having to pay homage to you, about you sharing your powers with me... I thought about it... and that idea … just would not go away.”

  “So you had decided to join me?” Lucifer asked.

  “In a way, yes. But I needed to know more of your plans.” Beelzebub replied.

  “My plan will be kept to myself. Right now, you are the only angel who is interested. The plan will have to hold off unless there are more angels who are interested in gaining freedom for themselves.” Lucifer replied. “If you will pardon me, I have to prepare the worship song for today.”

  “Lucifer, I had talked with other angels about this. We had discussed it, over and over, again. And Leviathan, Asmodeus, Abaddon and Belial agreed that we needed to hear more of your plan before we could decide if we wanted to join you.” Beelzebub stated.

  “You meant that there are other angels beside yourself who is interested?” Lucifer asked, keenly.

  “Yes,” Beelzebub replied.

  Lucifer smiled, “I will get back to you, shortly. After I had polished my plan to perfection.”

  “Sure,” Beelzebub replied and left. Lucifer laughed. It was not a complete failure!

  His mind began to explore all the ways he and the other angels could take in their rebellion towards Him. His thoughts were interrupted by the entrance of The Son.

  The Son walked to Lucifer.

  “Have you prepared the worship song for today, yet?” The Son asked, His beautiful eyes were glazing at Lucifer.

  No matter how often he had tried to harden his heart towards the 'evil dictator', a pang of guilt always come to Lucifer when he was in His presence.

  “I was just about to prepare the song,” Lucifer replied. The Son nodded His head and went to take hold of Lucifer's right hand.

  “I am looking forward to the song.” The Son smiled.

  I wanted to rebel against you. Do not be so kind to me. Lucifer wanted to scream. But he managed to compose himself.

  “I hope You like my song.” Lucifer replied. “It will take all my efforts to make my song. My song will be the best song that I had come up with.”

  The Son laughed. “You had used a lot of the word, 'my'. It almost seemed as if the song was for you and not for Us.”

  Lucifer blushed. “I mean... I hope you will like the song that I had composed.” For a moment, all thoughts of rebellion fled. The Son is so beautiful to be with. His laughter is such a joy to see.

  But then, Lucifer thought about himself being the source of worship, and the joy he had felt towards being with The Son disappeared. Instead, Envy and Jealousy bombarded him.

  You are so right, Mr. Dictator. My song should be about me. It should be for me.

  The Son was silent. He seemed to be in deep contemplation.

  “I have always loved every song you compose, Lucifer.” He replied, after a moment of silence. “I will continue to love all your previous songs... even if you shall decide never to sing for me again.”

  “It is my honor to sing to you,” Lucifer lied.

  The Son looked at him with a contemplative look, again.

  “I love you, Lucifer.” The Son said. “Remember this even when I cease to tell you so.”

  The Son let go of Lucifer's hand and walked away. Lucifer stared after the disappearing back of The Son. Hate radiated from within him. Jealousy and envy danced vibrantly.

  Curse you, curse you, curse you. Your worship should have been mine.

  The song of worship that he would be leading the other angels to sing before Him would have to wait. Lucifer crushed the pang of guilt under his feet and actively thought through his plan of rebellion.