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Challenge of the Week #62: Tell us the story of Lucifer, where Lucifer is female. The most masterfully written piece, as voted and determined by the Prose team, will be crowned winner and receive $100. Quality beats quantity, always, but numbers make things easier for our judges, so share, share, share with friends, family, and connections. #ProseChallenge #getlit #itslit
Cover image for post Lucy, by BurntOfferings

Lucy

Lucy...

Who was I, but God's first to make.

Lucy...

Who was I, but the first one to break.

Lucy...

I hear his voice sometimes, here in Hell.

Lucy...

Let me tell you the story, of the night I Fell.

***

I was everything.

I was perfect.

When He brought me into being, I knew I shined, pure in His creative hand.

Yet, He did not want me as I grew to know this.

"Lucy."

His voice made me shudder.

I knew my time was running out.

I saw him, and He would not look at me.

I burst.

"God, what is so wrong with me that you will not take me as your Goddess?"

His form remained silent. 

And I screamed, "I am perfectly made! Will you not take me on high as you are? Will you continue to let those...those plebeians below me take precedence for ever and ever?"

"Lucy."

My vocals strained as tears fell, "You cannot call me Lucy! If that mistress was what you wished I will no longer be called that. Now, I tell you I am not she, I am Satan, and Lord you will know me forever by that name or you will rue -"

His Hand struck me across my face,

And I Fell.

As the glory of heaven was stripped from my form,

I heard Him speak.

"How you have fallen from heaven, morning star."

And my heart knew hate,

So I broke my voice with the words He would feel,

He who could think me broken from His disdain!

“Lord, I will ascend to the heavens and I will raise my throne above Yours; I will sit enthroned on the mount of assembly! I will ascend above the tops of the clouds - I WILL make myself like the Most High!"

He laughed, and my spite grew immeasurably more as He said,

"But you, Lucy, are brought down to the realm of the dead, to the depths of the pit. Behold, those who see you stare at you, as they ponder your fate."

Then, His presence left me and I was cold.

No...

I shuddered on the ground.

I am everything.

I am...perfect.

***

Lucy...

Who am I, but a woman scorned.

Lucy...

Who am I, but vengeance born.

Lucy...

I rule down low, eyes turned on high.

Lucy...

Evil waiting, for its time to be nigh.

Note: I did use quotations from the Bible in this piece. That would be some of the dialogue between God and Lucy. Also, I'm not sure why the formatting with italics and bold is off, but I hope you guys enjoy it despite that! Thank you for reading, if you made it this far :)

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