Lucifer's Journey
My first kill happened at age ten. A sweet
little tabby had followed me into the woods, it rubbed against my ankles and
purred, wanting, needing a cuddle. I picked it up and stroked it, carrying the
innocent creature further into the trees to my favorite hangout. Once there, I
squeezed its tiny neck until it quit moving. It was quick and easy, too easy. It
was a disappointment. I built a large fire and burned the carcass, everything
but the eyes. Those I camouflaged in a tree. After a few years, I had cat eyes
hidden throughout the neighborhood, but I was a child.
At sixteen, things changed. I walked through
those woods until I came out the other side. It was a Sunday morning and I
heard the sweetest sound, voices raised in song. I'd never heard such beauty
before and I had to know where it came from. I came upon a small church, and
was drawn to the rhythm and pure beauty of the music that saturated the
atmosphere!
I sat in the back pew and listened to the
minister's words. Words I'd remembered from childhood. All the hearer had to do
was accept the savior into their heart. When the minister prayed, I bowed my
head and said a silent prayer. I opened my heart, and asked my savior in.
"Father, are you here. Do you know me,
your son? I'm open to your influence. Please father, I'm sixteen, the age of maturity!
You're guidance as mother promised!"
When the minister asked new believers to come
to the altar, I watched their faces. I was amazed as I witnessed their
emotional connection to their God. On the way out the minister handed me a booklet.
"Read this, it will help you on your
journey," he said.
He wasn't aware that my journey was different than
most. Mother had always said that Father was closest to the sinners. This
church was full of sinners. Father had to be here.
I threw the book into the fire. The fire spewed black heavy smoke.
"Where is my acknowledgement?" I shouted.
I heard laughter, a deep sinister sound that
froze me to the spot. Someone had found me, but I saw no one. The smoke grew
thicker, swirling, dancing around me, and the laughter got louder and louder.
Suddenly the laughter stopped and a face
appeared above the fire. "Why have you forsaken your father?"
I recognized him, knew him! I fell to my knees
and planted my face in the dirt. With arms out stretched, I pleaded,
"Forgive me Father. I thought you had abandoned me."
"Arise my son - Lucifer's son – today is your birth
into the demon world!"
Yolanda
Renée © 2014
Lucifer, a character / antagonist from the book Memories of Murder, is just learning his craft. This is part of his story.
