Conversations with the Devil...3
August 29th 2008 03:45
Lucifer strode through stardust.
He walked the mind plains.
Sin was off flying somewhere - working her wicked will in minds and hearts.
Lucifer was restless.
He was working his will for that woman again. Well, a woman it was right now, but it wasnt really a woman. The longer this game went on the more sure he was that it was actually a thing....
But as a woman, oh....How she seduced him. He had begun his whispering when she was about 14. Needing of love, she had created the image of her perfect man, and thrown the image into the universe, demanding that it be provided.
Lucifer's own energy had been used in its making. It was as if she controlled the very strands of the web. Not just a hollow, fleeting, human shape wearing the right face but a whole family line, a history, had been created. So, the woman he was coming to know as the Beast had her love. She twisted it and turned it into what she thought she wanted.
And Lucifer had watched in joy as her heart refused to conform to the modern world's idea of love. Her soul was like an animal's soul - it loved too easily, it gave its body with abandon, just to experience, feel, all there was to feel. To his surprise however, she had managed to achieve monogamy. He offered her temptations, and even though she toed the line as close as she could possibly get, she never took them. To his fury, she seemed to be laughing at him - daring him to bend her iron will.
It had bent. He had seen it. It had just never bent far enough to make it noticeable.
Lucifer was angry after their last conversation. She had asked him for the same things she had always asked him for. She had launched herself from a platform of safety and free fallen into the winds of change, and as usual their screaming gusts had only bouyed her magnificent wings, and made her laugh like a little child on a carnival ride.
But Lucifer knew a secret. He knew, in this particular life, there was a tiny child living in this vicious woman, a tiny child that craved a father. Consistantly the woman had been frustrated in this life - aligning herself an older male figure to play the part only to have him shatter it ( at Lucifer's urging ) by flirting with her or betraying her.
And often times, at her blackest of moments, he had heard the woman think to herself, quite loudly, "A Sugar Daddy would do"
When she had a thought like that, he sensed true potential, utter power. Because in that thought was a disregard for everything and everyone. In that thought was a thirst that craved and could never be sated no matter how much it drank. Power, money, comfort......The things a father figure represented were what she wanted now more than the thing itself.
Lucifer had finally worked out what he was going to do about it.
The Beast was a tease - to himself and to a great many poor mortal men. Sure, Lucifer had thrown those men in her path to tempt her, but he had never expected her to destroy them with her sexual flame without ever once touching any of them. Of course, it didnt bother him, pain was pain after all, but he had to control the Beast. He had to use her. So far, nothing was working. He could sense in her soul that she remembered each and every one of these men, and being bound to Kali as she was she regretted not fulfilling the promise her eyes had made to them. With her spiritual power she had fucked them all half to death, while never physically touching them. In this promise, they had given and given and given on the hope of fulfillment only to be given nothing in return, and have her disappear from their lives and leave them broken men.
When she remembered them, she remembered the adage, that it is a priestess' duty to bestow enlightenment through sex on any man who desires it, and asks for it, and pays for it. They had all paid, and were left without their enlightenment.
That caused him a smile. Really, he had to admire her work.
But the guilt. It was his in.
And her desire. The money and power she kept asking for.
Finally, he knew what to do.
The same way the Beast's husband was created - out of the ether - Lucifer created a new man. He used the Beast's own desire for a figure to appear. He made him old enough to be her father, mature. A weilder of supernatural forces, with a deep understanding of the universe's workings. Lucifer made him powerful. Lucifer made him rich. Lucifer gave him the same powers as the Beast herself, able to project his sexual and other energies into humans to gain advantages. He gave the man similar aspects as the Beast, ways they might connect. Lucifer used his own gorgeous image to make the man impossibly handsome and with an authoritive stature.
Finally, smirking, Lucifer named his creation after the Beast's mortal father.
The Beast was needing - the Beast was riding the winds of change and looking for a landing spot before her magnificent wings got too tired. She had only ever crashed few times and briefly at that, and knew how to avoid it, but now the Beast was asking - "is it time? Is it Time?"
Lucifer entered the player into her life.
He was such a hollow thing at first, he would need some time on earth to establish his presence and his history, and Lucifer laid a path for him to that end.
Lucifer could see, the Beast was interested, but her world was not rocked. She was pleased the Player had come along, a handy solution, but not enough.
Lucifer flexed his hands, cracked his knuckles. Time to play dirty as she so often had.
Lucifer pushed the situation slightly, and before Beast and Player had gone even two days of knowing one another, he had them exchanging on an emotional level. The Beast needed it so badly that she needed no urging from Lucifer to chase it and love it and eat it up. For hours they talked, and the Beast was in wonder at this solution, seemingly a solution to all her problems.
The Player became cemented, and real. Lucifer ensured his place in the world, and with glee stepped his own form into the Player. It was time for him to have some fun of his own.
He began to flirt with the Beast. She ignored him, so Lucifer sent the body to see her.
Her aura was dampened this day. Lucifer suspected hormones or illness, but no matter - how auspicious! The Beast could not fight back! Her energy was erratic and very low.
Using the body he had created for the Player, but making sure the Player himself had control and enough feeling to have his own fun, Lucifer took the Beast in his arms. He used all his great power, he let the Player use his own. He kissed her, held her, felt her.
Still, to Lucifer's disgust, she resisted.
Worse, he could tell she did not want to. She wanted to bend to this will. She knew it was her karma come for her, and was prepared to accept it. She did not want to betray the love she had and yet she felt to hold back was to betray herself.....
Is not all of Life to be experienced while here and in this body? The Beast knew, if it did not go through with this, it would regret it in the afterlife, and that was probably its greatest fear.
The Player had not offered her enough.
Lucifer requested the Player withdraw. Lucifer needed to think. Damn him making the Player far too real - it had a sense of itself and wanted to save itself, and had some affection for the Beast as well....How such a Beast managed to rustle up such affection, such protection, in the male species, Lucifer couldnt figure. It was a mystery to the Beast too.
to his Disgust, he had made the Player too strong. It did not want to offer the Beast any more than it already had. Only a few grains were needed to tip the scales.
Days past. In the first 24 hours of the Player being absent the Beast could not eat, could not sleep. It sweated, tossed and turned and paced restlessly.
Lucifer was relieved. Finally. Finally the Beast reaped its karma, felt how the many men before had felt when the Beast spurned them. He decided to leave it in its pain for a bit. It was making fantastic, colourful patterns in the ether.
By the second day the Beast rose from a deep sleep. The Beast laughed. It danced. It drew on its lines of power. When the Player did not appear, the Beast laughed more. It flapped its mighty wings. It was ready to fall or fly. It did not need the Player. It actually had no care for what the Player did. Sure, the Beast would play with it, if it returned. It would suck its bones dry, loving it and plying its feelings. The Beast was, after all, a Beast. It had worked out a way to feel that did not compromise itself.
The Beast hoped the Player would return. It wanted to play with it. But it didnt really care if it didnt.
Lucifer realized his folly - he had given the Beast too much time to think. In the time he had expected her to stew she had intead fortified, and now her energy levels had returned to their highest level.
Lucifer realized if the Player returned in its current state, it would get swallowed by her. And not just that, the Beast had worked on its weapons, its ammunition, and on the newly created life of the Player. In its way, the Beast could de -construct it, and the Player - now a real being in charge of its own destiny - could be utterly destroyed by the Beast's jaws.
Lucifer withdrew into the darkness to sulk. His plan had been going so well!
Kali Ma whispered through the starlight. She was the Void present in all darkness as the Father was present in all light. It must have taken great power and effort to manifest herself as such, but she was the ultimate power, after all.
"Lucifer love. Why do you do this?"
"The Beast promised itself to me! White to Grey and now almost black! I want her on my side in the war!"
"Your war means nothing to me. Your war and Jesus' war is nothing more than keeping my children busy while your father and I play"
Lucifer was frightened. "And when you stop playing?"
"When we stop playing I swallow the Father and all our children. I sleep until we are ready to play again"
That was all a bit much for even Lucifer's head. He thought a moment about their previous conversations. "Mother.....Why do you take such interest in the Beast?"
He felt the void smile, something he was sure it could not do. " The Beast is me. It is the closest being to me in all creation. See how it gets so caught up in its emotion, in its blood, in its lives, but also see how none of it touches its core. It likes to be human, act human, play human games. But within, nothing changes. You can turn it black, Jesus can turn it white, really, it only remains grey. It is me. Its core is me. Yet it has an entity, it has a will, and it exercises it as I have always exercised mine - with abandon"
Lucifer thought a moment. "Are there any point to my games at all then?"
The darkness sighed. "I have already answered your question, and my own has been answered."
The void remained void. She was there as she was in all darkness, but her voice was gone, no doubt moaning now in the arms of the light as another great wave of their combined energy expanded the universe.
He walked the mind plains.
Sin was off flying somewhere - working her wicked will in minds and hearts.
Lucifer was restless.
He was working his will for that woman again. Well, a woman it was right now, but it wasnt really a woman. The longer this game went on the more sure he was that it was actually a thing....
But as a woman, oh....How she seduced him. He had begun his whispering when she was about 14. Needing of love, she had created the image of her perfect man, and thrown the image into the universe, demanding that it be provided.
Lucifer's own energy had been used in its making. It was as if she controlled the very strands of the web. Not just a hollow, fleeting, human shape wearing the right face but a whole family line, a history, had been created. So, the woman he was coming to know as the Beast had her love. She twisted it and turned it into what she thought she wanted.
And Lucifer had watched in joy as her heart refused to conform to the modern world's idea of love. Her soul was like an animal's soul - it loved too easily, it gave its body with abandon, just to experience, feel, all there was to feel. To his surprise however, she had managed to achieve monogamy. He offered her temptations, and even though she toed the line as close as she could possibly get, she never took them. To his fury, she seemed to be laughing at him - daring him to bend her iron will.
It had bent. He had seen it. It had just never bent far enough to make it noticeable.
Lucifer was angry after their last conversation. She had asked him for the same things she had always asked him for. She had launched herself from a platform of safety and free fallen into the winds of change, and as usual their screaming gusts had only bouyed her magnificent wings, and made her laugh like a little child on a carnival ride.
But Lucifer knew a secret. He knew, in this particular life, there was a tiny child living in this vicious woman, a tiny child that craved a father. Consistantly the woman had been frustrated in this life - aligning herself an older male figure to play the part only to have him shatter it ( at Lucifer's urging ) by flirting with her or betraying her.
And often times, at her blackest of moments, he had heard the woman think to herself, quite loudly, "A Sugar Daddy would do"
When she had a thought like that, he sensed true potential, utter power. Because in that thought was a disregard for everything and everyone. In that thought was a thirst that craved and could never be sated no matter how much it drank. Power, money, comfort......The things a father figure represented were what she wanted now more than the thing itself.
Lucifer had finally worked out what he was going to do about it.
The Beast was a tease - to himself and to a great many poor mortal men. Sure, Lucifer had thrown those men in her path to tempt her, but he had never expected her to destroy them with her sexual flame without ever once touching any of them. Of course, it didnt bother him, pain was pain after all, but he had to control the Beast. He had to use her. So far, nothing was working. He could sense in her soul that she remembered each and every one of these men, and being bound to Kali as she was she regretted not fulfilling the promise her eyes had made to them. With her spiritual power she had fucked them all half to death, while never physically touching them. In this promise, they had given and given and given on the hope of fulfillment only to be given nothing in return, and have her disappear from their lives and leave them broken men.
When she remembered them, she remembered the adage, that it is a priestess' duty to bestow enlightenment through sex on any man who desires it, and asks for it, and pays for it. They had all paid, and were left without their enlightenment.
That caused him a smile. Really, he had to admire her work.
But the guilt. It was his in.
And her desire. The money and power she kept asking for.
Finally, he knew what to do.
The same way the Beast's husband was created - out of the ether - Lucifer created a new man. He used the Beast's own desire for a figure to appear. He made him old enough to be her father, mature. A weilder of supernatural forces, with a deep understanding of the universe's workings. Lucifer made him powerful. Lucifer made him rich. Lucifer gave him the same powers as the Beast herself, able to project his sexual and other energies into humans to gain advantages. He gave the man similar aspects as the Beast, ways they might connect. Lucifer used his own gorgeous image to make the man impossibly handsome and with an authoritive stature.
Finally, smirking, Lucifer named his creation after the Beast's mortal father.
The Beast was needing - the Beast was riding the winds of change and looking for a landing spot before her magnificent wings got too tired. She had only ever crashed few times and briefly at that, and knew how to avoid it, but now the Beast was asking - "is it time? Is it Time?"
Lucifer entered the player into her life.
He was such a hollow thing at first, he would need some time on earth to establish his presence and his history, and Lucifer laid a path for him to that end.
Lucifer could see, the Beast was interested, but her world was not rocked. She was pleased the Player had come along, a handy solution, but not enough.
Lucifer flexed his hands, cracked his knuckles. Time to play dirty as she so often had.
Lucifer pushed the situation slightly, and before Beast and Player had gone even two days of knowing one another, he had them exchanging on an emotional level. The Beast needed it so badly that she needed no urging from Lucifer to chase it and love it and eat it up. For hours they talked, and the Beast was in wonder at this solution, seemingly a solution to all her problems.
The Player became cemented, and real. Lucifer ensured his place in the world, and with glee stepped his own form into the Player. It was time for him to have some fun of his own.
He began to flirt with the Beast. She ignored him, so Lucifer sent the body to see her.
Her aura was dampened this day. Lucifer suspected hormones or illness, but no matter - how auspicious! The Beast could not fight back! Her energy was erratic and very low.
Using the body he had created for the Player, but making sure the Player himself had control and enough feeling to have his own fun, Lucifer took the Beast in his arms. He used all his great power, he let the Player use his own. He kissed her, held her, felt her.
Still, to Lucifer's disgust, she resisted.
Worse, he could tell she did not want to. She wanted to bend to this will. She knew it was her karma come for her, and was prepared to accept it. She did not want to betray the love she had and yet she felt to hold back was to betray herself.....
Is not all of Life to be experienced while here and in this body? The Beast knew, if it did not go through with this, it would regret it in the afterlife, and that was probably its greatest fear.
The Player had not offered her enough.
Lucifer requested the Player withdraw. Lucifer needed to think. Damn him making the Player far too real - it had a sense of itself and wanted to save itself, and had some affection for the Beast as well....How such a Beast managed to rustle up such affection, such protection, in the male species, Lucifer couldnt figure. It was a mystery to the Beast too.
to his Disgust, he had made the Player too strong. It did not want to offer the Beast any more than it already had. Only a few grains were needed to tip the scales.
Days past. In the first 24 hours of the Player being absent the Beast could not eat, could not sleep. It sweated, tossed and turned and paced restlessly.
Lucifer was relieved. Finally. Finally the Beast reaped its karma, felt how the many men before had felt when the Beast spurned them. He decided to leave it in its pain for a bit. It was making fantastic, colourful patterns in the ether.
By the second day the Beast rose from a deep sleep. The Beast laughed. It danced. It drew on its lines of power. When the Player did not appear, the Beast laughed more. It flapped its mighty wings. It was ready to fall or fly. It did not need the Player. It actually had no care for what the Player did. Sure, the Beast would play with it, if it returned. It would suck its bones dry, loving it and plying its feelings. The Beast was, after all, a Beast. It had worked out a way to feel that did not compromise itself.
The Beast hoped the Player would return. It wanted to play with it. But it didnt really care if it didnt.
Lucifer realized his folly - he had given the Beast too much time to think. In the time he had expected her to stew she had intead fortified, and now her energy levels had returned to their highest level.
Lucifer realized if the Player returned in its current state, it would get swallowed by her. And not just that, the Beast had worked on its weapons, its ammunition, and on the newly created life of the Player. In its way, the Beast could de -construct it, and the Player - now a real being in charge of its own destiny - could be utterly destroyed by the Beast's jaws.
Lucifer withdrew into the darkness to sulk. His plan had been going so well!
Kali Ma whispered through the starlight. She was the Void present in all darkness as the Father was present in all light. It must have taken great power and effort to manifest herself as such, but she was the ultimate power, after all.
"Lucifer love. Why do you do this?"
"The Beast promised itself to me! White to Grey and now almost black! I want her on my side in the war!"
"Your war means nothing to me. Your war and Jesus' war is nothing more than keeping my children busy while your father and I play"
Lucifer was frightened. "And when you stop playing?"
"When we stop playing I swallow the Father and all our children. I sleep until we are ready to play again"
That was all a bit much for even Lucifer's head. He thought a moment about their previous conversations. "Mother.....Why do you take such interest in the Beast?"
He felt the void smile, something he was sure it could not do. " The Beast is me. It is the closest being to me in all creation. See how it gets so caught up in its emotion, in its blood, in its lives, but also see how none of it touches its core. It likes to be human, act human, play human games. But within, nothing changes. You can turn it black, Jesus can turn it white, really, it only remains grey. It is me. Its core is me. Yet it has an entity, it has a will, and it exercises it as I have always exercised mine - with abandon"
Lucifer thought a moment. "Are there any point to my games at all then?"
The darkness sighed. "I have already answered your question, and my own has been answered."
The void remained void. She was there as she was in all darkness, but her voice was gone, no doubt moaning now in the arms of the light as another great wave of their combined energy expanded the universe.
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