No words, in whatever language, would suffice to encompass the glory, and awesomeness of the praises of the heavenly worship service that day. Not even if it filled an entire book. He had led the Holy Choir, breaking melody into new crescendos, coordinating each note into a blend of perfect harmony.
No words could describe the feeling, when his hands bent and altered the notes of sounds, each resultant wave, a stroke of genius, bringing tears of awe to the eyes of the beholders.
Awe for the Most High. He had to remind himself. He smiled as yet another group of angels passed, giving him marveling glances, approving pats, and murmured ‘Hallelujah’s’.
He saw Michael, the great warrior come out of the Most High’s sanctuary with one of his captains and give him a small smile, and a wave. He returned the greeting and walked alone towards the glinting gold streets. His eyes taking in the beauty all around him. Everything bathed in the light exuded by the Most High. The glory of the Eternal One shone into every nook and cranny, the supernatural light leaving no room for umbra or penumbra shadows.
He shook his head as he easily made his way to the flower covered gazebo at the heavenly crossroads. Right in the center of the left, right, back and front roads. What it must be like, to be the Most High…
Sitting on the throne on the mount of the congregation, in the sides of the North. Above the stars. All of the glory – including his – belonged to The Lord. The praises were his meals. Lucifer smiled as he thought of what a delicious meal his praises must make.
With a laugh he stringed a few tunes between his fingers, drawing the threadlike spirits taut, before releasing them into the air, letting their melody move his feet to tap to the vibrant strain.
He reached the gazebo and stretched out. The long bench, already used to him gave for his weight comfortably. This had become his spot. For the past few days, he had taken to it. Letting his thoughts wander.
Now, he began again. His thoughts, roused by a particularly loud roar of the creatures of the vast space of lower creation below.
He still did not understand the reason for the creation of those ugly mortal creatures. They looked nothing like The Lord, nothing like the 24 elders, nothing like the four creatures constantly before The Lord… Which looked pretty weird themselves. They were just…grotesque.
The creatures below were huge, with incapability to speak without shouting in that strange, tongue-tying language of theirs. Their existence was very much acknowledged by the citizens of the heavenlies as their roars of everyday life could be heard even in the confines of the great library.
Where God got his insane inspiration from was a total mystery. Why create more creatures? All of them to praise him. Were the praises of the heavenlies – his praises – not good enough? Yes, God ate the praises, but exactly how much could He eat?
The gazebo gave him a splendid view of the perfection all around him and in that view he could see Gabriel approaching. He couldn’t stop the smile that tugged at his lips at the sight of the angel.
Now, this handsome, warm featured angel, was one of the first, him, Michael and Gabriel but his purpose was quite different. The Letter. Gabriel had his way with words. While Michael rules with swords, Lucifer in song, Gabriel got The Word. He was always with a scroll. At every point in time, journaling every event he came upon. For this he had been nicknamed ‘Scribe of the Sanctuary’.
He always brought with him a jovial, friendly or tranquil aura. He took the ribbing goodnaturedly, laughing along or giving an amused eye roll.
Now the angel’s face exploded into a grin as he looked both sides before switching into angel velocity and crossing the distance before Lucifer could even blink, so that it seemed like he suddenly materialized in front of the gazebo window.
“Hail to thee Lucifer!”
He said, the excitement evident in his voice.
“The worship service was stupendous as usual.”
Lucifer waved the compliment away, more intent on teasing Gabriel.
“Many thanks, brother. Surely you are with every second there in your scrolls. Aye?”
The soft blush staining his cheeks gave him away and Lucifer guffawed away, his shoulders bouncing in his mirth. Gabriel frowned playfully.
He said, with the flattest tone he could muster, even though his eyes were laughing along. Lucifer released a toothy grin, causing Gabriel to roll his eyes.
“I wonder though…”
“You have taken to this place. Never a day goes by that you are not here. Why?”
Lucifer considered the question. It was his brooding spot. Angels did not brood though, how could he tell this angel that he had begun to find God…greedy?
He bit his tongue.
“I find that this place suffices, to…marvel at The Lord from.”
It wasn’t a lie, it just wasn’t quite the…truth.
Gabriel didn’t seem to notice though, as his question filled expression immediately turned lovestruck at the mention of The Lord.
“Aaah, The Lord! What a wonder he truly is!”
Lucifer wasn’t sure why he felt sick all of a sudden, but he just let the conversation go with a weak smile and a heartless
Leaving Gabriel to go in his way, singing the new Temple song Lucifer and crape acted that very day with fervor.