Write Her Story
End of Days
by A.F. Stewart
An eternity in darkness.
Each hour haunted by my memories, those heady days as the Fallen.
Those beautiful days of blood and death, of exquisite freedom. When I whispered malice into human ears, destroyed their settlements, watched their budding civilizations fall. I strode this earth an unassailable titan, and everywhere my name was feared.
I ruled this world.
Why couldn’t you let me be?
I turned my face to the heavens. “Hear me, my brethren!”
You jealous, spiteful creatures. Oh, how I hate you!
“You, with your morality, your duty, your righteous war!”
You broke my heart.
“You took everything from me! I spat in the face of your betrayal, screamed as you toppled my reign! Still you came for me, deaf to my howls for mercy. You imprisoned me, but my influence lingered, didn’t it? You couldn’t even erase my name!”
I sighed, and my eyes flickered downward, away from the stars. They were not worth my breath.
Yet… to have seen those years, watched their futility in fighting my legacy. Their senseless struggle to protect humankind. Flawed, naive humanity.
Such delicious poetic justice, that. They locked me away to save them, yet the humans freed me.
This very eve.
Can you see me brethren, basking in the moonlight? Do you know?
This time it will not matter. Already, I embraced my liberty. I savoured the sensation of possessing the woman, rejoicing as her soul screamed. I delighted in her helpless terror as I killed her friends, as she watched her own hands murder them.
Now I sip their blood from her wine glass. My first taste of destruction, my first act of revenge. Not my last.
I am Lucifer.
I will burn this world, and the heavens above, to ash.
They will all pay.
Fiction © Copyright A.F. Stewart
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com Artist: Jonny Linder
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