Lucifer moaned as he leaned forward in his ornately designed stone throne. How could this have happened to him? The Enemy wasn’t supposed to use one of his own plays against him. He was supposed to win...not the Enemy’s Chosen One.
With a throbbing head, probably from where the Offspring of the woman had bruised it, Lucifer grasped the narrow neck of a dark bottle and took a long swig. The liquid burned on its path down to his stomach.
Eve had been easy enough to ensnare in the trap. Drop a tantalizing distraction in front of her, and lead her away from the Enemy’s chosen path. If only he had ignored the rustling in the grove, and not planted the idea of sharing the fruit with the Adam in Eve’s mind, this would not have happened. Everything had been perfect.
Lucifer spat angrily and sneered as steam rose from the damp spot on the stone ground. The perfect creation that the Enemy created was now ruined. It was a beautiful dark splotch of mud on the fabric of time. It was the same thread that every part of the Enemy’s creation was forced to suffer from; now counterbalanced because of the Enemy’s blood offering.
He took another swig before dropping the bottle to the ground with a clatter. Shards of glass scattered across the floor and Lucifer angrily hit his head against the back of his throne. This defeat was more humiliating than the battle over Job. The little minions who were in charge of destroying him had insisted that they almost had Job broken down...it would just take a few more days. Then, not only would they had been victorious over Job and his family, but his friends as well. Another perfect plan ruined…
Swearing, Lucifer stood and kicked the bottle across his quarters.
What was wrong with his minions? Why was it so easy for them to fail? It was as if every time a plan was going perfectly, the Enemy’s followers in a strangle hold, some how the prey would slip away.
Lucifer tapped his chin. What was the common thread in these escapes? He paused and cursed loudly. Other than, the fact that they were the Enemy’s chosen; the plans had always expanded right at the critical moment. The logic made perfect sense; why settle with the small fish when there could be a big old fish fry!
Lucifer continued to pace, pondering what could be done. He knew that now the Chosen One’s followers were untouchable, unless the Enemy allowed him too. Lucifer smirked as he held up a finger. There still could be a victory, despite having lost the keys.
With a bellow, he summoned his underlings. “See, here is what we do: We bind the families tight in things that they cannot shake. Bind them in the chains of drug, physical, and mental abuse. Cripple them with the ideas that they cannot serve the Enemy ‘cause they are not good enough. If we can keep them preoccupied with doubt and guilt, they cannot escape our traps.”
Lucifer’s cronies nodded amongst themselves. Quiet murmuring filled the cavern.
“Yes, yes, if we can remain content with what we have, we might just be able to win yet.”
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