The Assemblage

The Assemblage

 ((The State of Lucifer) (in Poetic Prose))

Presumable to tranquilize Lucifer’s spirit, he tuned and twisted his fingers over and over and around a baton he held in his hands, but his face confirmed what his mind was saying, thinking.

The angelic being beside him whispered: “That won’t help much!”

Those words of the Great Father were now animated in his mind by a recoiling echo… 

Lucifer felt for the first time in his life deep humiliation, the feeling was new—or must at least have been interpreted as such.

Lucifer, along with many of his cohorts were the eyes in the front row of the assemblage:

They were intensely fixed upon the Son of God, as they sat stone-still, Lucifer, looking straight at Him appallingly!

Truth is like oil, it will eventually rise to the surface, and on this day it did!—

Lucifer and his associates refused to look shocked about their impassivity into which they had sunk ever so deep during the Father’s speech.

 “The Commander and Chief will be my Son!”

Announced, Elohim, with full composure.

Lucifer was now quiet as a farm mouse, and as hideous looking as a Atopodentatus—

He purred like a cat unintentionally trying to read the faces of all his friends in the first row.

Was he, or had he been day-dreaming unknowingly thinking he was to be the chosen one, Commander and chief?

Had he not realized his cup was already cracked?

Thus, his heart was hardened, closed, and he was not so unlike Judas, he was set on doing what he was going to do!

This was the spark that lit the fire in heaven!

In a moment, Lucifer is going to speak without thinking, which is the same thing as shooting without aiming…

Which is like a man who says to himself:

‘He who ventures nothing, nothing gained: no horse nor mule’.

And God, might he not say: ‘Be careful, lest you lose the goat and the rope!’

So you see we are at this perpendicular corner, with the state of Lucifer.

Most of the assemblage didn’t take it very seriously, but for Lucifer this moment was very personal.

It was a misguided policy which was being directed against Him, and him alone, and many of his angelic following, would in due time take sides.

And so he told himself his first lie: “It is for them, my comrades that I will take up my stand here and now, and later if need be, for myself.”

So he involuntarily raised his voice.

But what was he thinking?

Perhaps: pacify a king and he will beat you, beat a king and he will pacify you?

Who’s to say but Iblis himself, and he will never tell!

And Lucifer shouted “Err!”  

And someone in the audience clapped his hands high in the air and shouted: “Bravo!”

(It was not what was said, for it was just one word, but rather what was meant by that one word, it had some dogmatic connotations, intent.)

Is it not true, the tongue will hang a man quicker than a gallows tree?

Lucifer felt cheered even though it was but one voice.

And to be frank, he was quite satisfied.

He did make the assembly start thinking about the statement God the Father had made about His Son’s victory.

A victory Lucifer felt was ill-advised.  

In short, that little noise would create a big bang.

Yet at that very moment he had no wish to shine as an orator—

He could wait; however he had come to the conclusion he was overlooked, wronged, and by and large, degraded.

Now blinded with anger!  

Not hurt in particular although it probably had some residue, but frozen anger!

By and by, he would speak, but not this day, he dare not spoil the victory banquet

For he knew God the Father no doubt was the more powerful figure.

Written: 4-25 & 26-2015/ originally ‘The Great Fall of Lucifer (21,000 words)

Reedited 5-2016, for a chapter story, “The Strange Assemble”

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