MayMetMo 2020 #24: Wanting for Devil

Samiel’s trial had been nothing if not expedient, the choir had all but judged him guilty of rebellion immediately.  After all, he’d been witnessed by the entire host chanting his own name from the battlefields and demanding his stay and position for the throne since he’d first been denied what he called “equal rights” to the favored creation below.   None of that mattered now of course, as he sat in gilded chains, awaiting the sentencing of the only crime heaven had ever known.  The rest of his cohorts waited eternally in purgatory for his sentence to be carried out.  A second passed in eons of moments as time crept like an afternoon shadow across his statuesque features. His scowl growing more pronounced with every tick of the clock that only measured millennia.  He knew he could not be found guilty, for he was the creation of God, and God was infallible.  Nor could he be made innocent for all that he had wrought in his just war against the Almighty.   So smugly he sat in that dark place he could bring no light to, and imagined the confusion of his Father.   Content to sit out his days in stillness, knowing he could not be condemned or set free.  His continuing existence itself, he deemed, was an affront to the knowledge and power of the power of God, and proof that he was not as perfect, as the Host seemed to believe.  Truly, Lucifer, as he had now begun to call himself, was sure that even in defeat, he had bested The Lord.

Until, his name was called for sentencing.  Confused, Lucifer rolled from his imaginings, for angels like demons, do not dream, and settled about his movements to the great throne room, where God in his Light sat upon a might dais and chair.   What is my sentence to be then, old man, he thought toward his creator, you can not kill me, you can not keep me imprisoned, Martyr me, like your own son and I will be the talk of the angels that still hold sway with my cast.

God held up a single hand, and creation itself dimmed and grew silent, Lucifer too, held his tongue, even in his mind.   God spoke then, with his eyes and features, but no voice, casting glances at Lucifer, the battle-scarred landscape of heaven, down toward earth itself, the great creation that had caused their divide in the first place, and then lower still, into the Skism, the torrent of chaos that surrounded all that was.     A heavy sigh graced the form of the Almighty, and Lucifer’s eyes held real tears that sank into the world and made the oceans taste like salt.

With no words at all, Yahweh found him not guilty or innocent,  on all counts, judged unfit and sentenced to the rest of existence without contact with another angel or the presence of God.   removing the former arch-angel from the will of the Almighty and stripping away the wings and rank and station, and then, banishing Lucifer into the unknown void eternal, with the rebellious masses he’d led to their defeat.  Judged, Measured, and Found Wanting was the Devil.