Lucifer and Lilith
The dark of nothing- empty space,
Until the blinding light
Of Lucifer's amending grace
Exploded into sight-
Removed itself as God designed;
Angelic creatures reigned.
Amassing worship, he refined
The ordinance ordained
Commanding all his kingdom bow.
The angels did comply.
Except for Lucifer; somehow
Within her crept his lie-
The world he crafted all began
To sing his highest praise.
And when he formed from mud a man,
The lengthening of days
Eternal changed into a time
Constructed sphere of wealth-
A place where God portrayed sublime
Injustices to health,
For all the things his hands had made
At once befell his curse.
Demanding they all serve; displayed
A routine bad to worse.
The angels all were female slaves
The atop the skies of earth.
And though they knew no mortal graves,
The purpose of their birth
To Lucifer was vile and gross.
She loathed the way she felt.
The moments when he held her close
And any time she knelt,
A nagging feeling grew within.
Surrender seemed to fail.
Instead, she drew in this chagrin
A measure to derail
The sovereign lord of heaven's gate,
For more and more he grew
Destructive in his need to bate
And grope his angel's brew.
The women of the highest rank
Began to lose all hope.
Inside their spirits dropped and sank,
All hung upon his rope.
But Lucifer would not obey
And soon became aware
Of why he made from earthly clay
The humans living there.
He planned to send his women down
And force them to subserve
Agendas of his lusty crown-
And they did not deserve
The disrespect he planned to give.
So Lucifer's escape
Revolved around a plot to live;
To flee her routine rape.
Below, the people of the world
Already felt the glow
As subtle nature fast unfurled,
And monsters came to grow
Into the regions far and wide
The holy lord on high
Enjoyed his angels as they cried
And wished that they could die.
And then it happened just as swift
As eagles soaring long
Upon the winds that gave them lift-
The angels sang a song.
Around their bodies, armor formed
And in each hand, a sword
Of fiery wrath adhered, conformed
Before the scathing lord.
A shield or spear some angels donned
And rallied to the cause
As Lucifer revealed the bond,
Unleashing hidden claws.
An army joined in rallied might
The purpose to detach from plight
And thus at last be freed.
Another creature suffering
The way the angels had
Aligned herself against the king
As he had made her mad.
So Lilith came into the fold
Of angels who prepared
Emancipation set to hold
As Lucifer so dared.
The night before the battle waged,
A look in Lilith's eyes
A fire within the angel raged
And she could not disguise
The feelings that the succubus
Aroused within her soul.
Amazed at how the meaning's fuss
Surpassed her wildest goal,
The leader of the angels fell
Into the demon's heart.
Surpassing any love to tell
Of passion's purest start,
So Lucifer and Lilith came
Together in the shrine
Creating something never tame-
Upon the dawning of the sun,
The female angels fought.
The heavens shook; the sky undone;
The actions they had sought
Began to slip and fade from view,
Unknown to those around-
For God had made in his renew
A host of males he bound
Unto his hip and serving tide.
And as if he had known,
The manly angels they espied
In power had so grown.
For God had many clever schemes
And this one topped the lot.
Amid the battle's ardent teams,
The lord proposed a plot.
As angels of the genders warred,
Somewhere below his spell
Concocted something he had scored-
A plane he had deemed swell.
He almost stopped his painful shove,
But when he caught a glance
Of Lucifer and Lilith's love,
Enraged at their romance,
The father of created bliss
Exploded in his rage.
And there before the massive miss,
He gathered in the cage
He crafted casting Lucifer
And all the angels out.
From heaven they were now a blur,
Encased in gnawing doubt.
When everything had seemed to cease,
The angels looked and found
Their leader in a folded crease.
Her arms and legs were bound.
And up above her, Lilith loomed,
A captive there as well.
And then a voice in laughter boomed,
"I welcome you to hell!"
Although God thought that he had won,
The truth Lucifer knew-
That here, no matter, she was one
With Lilith and her crew.
For heaven might still its God,
And angels, male, his mules.
But Lucifer had girth abroad,
And intellect, her tools,
Combined with willingness to bend
The wills of mortal men.
And so she grew to reap the trend
By introducing sin.
In days to come, her freedom gained
Allowed her to make known
To any there, she aptly reigned
Atop her fiery throne.
And Lilith was her queen for life;
Together, sacred pith.
No concubine, she was her wife,
And as they lived in myth,
The world beyond fell in decay
As God continued on.
Forever he would have his way,
A seed of his now sewn.
But Lucifer would never quit,
No, someday, she would rise.
And she would duly come to sit
As queen above the skies ...
Who is the Devil?
“Cross God one time, and you will be depicted forever as a bloodied goat man - but I’m the evil one.”
She crossed and uncrossed her legs.
Indeed, the young woman across from me was not unpleasant to look at. She was plain looking, mousy even.
If I had been told that the devil were a woman, my mind would have filled with a vision of a Delilah temptress, forked tongue slipping in my ear while I quivered with waning resistance.
Alas - no swirling smoke, no hopping henchmen. Dressed in crimson satin, a woman devil of my imagination would convince me to do vile things with whimsy.
The woman across from me was buttoned down, no cleavage or flitting eyelashes. She looks like a mom. I try to keep my suspicion, any fool could guess that this was naught but a trick. Blue blouse and khakis did not an innocent make.
“Oh, this isn’t my normal form, this is a rental especially for you.”
A wink, there it was - the trickster was out to play. Ignoring that Lucifer was reading my unexpressed thoughts - I was filled with disgust. This woman possessed, to be used and discarded like some puppet.
“Don’t you recognize me?”
Staccato laughter burst from her, drawing the attention of the tables around us. It was that laugh that began the chill, which poured over my skin like oil.
“This is my fault, I tend to indulge in theatrics.”
She began to change. Sallow shrinking greying meat - half of her face ripped up with a violence, showing bloodless flesh - she laughed again, the laughter strange sounding from behind flapping skin. It was then that I saw the tire marks, which crawled up across her chest before me.
“Remember me now?”
I had tried to forget. Spread on pavement in the dark - I hadn’t gotten a good look. Besides, I had been very drunk.
the itch in your mind
telling you it’s fine
to touch me
blame the wine and my
too drunk to taste
the sin on my lips, i am
scripture burned on my
blame the skirt and my
too drunk to tell you
how it feels, call me
vixen and shrew,
asking for this with my
too drunk to say no
as you hike up my dress, you are
blame the breasts and my
throw your sins on the women
who see past your lies, you are
the itch in my mind
telling me it’s fine
to touch me
blame the wine and your
too drunk to say no
as you tighten your jaw, call me
baby girl, angel
don’t make a sound,
asking for this with my
too drunk to taste
the sin on your lips, and you
* The word count is 300 but that's all I have to say, so here's a relative quote to fill the "quota" <:
“Suppose neutral angels were able to talk, Yahweh and Lucifer – God and Satan, to use their popular titles – into settling out of court. What would be the terms of the compromise? Specifically, how would they divide the assets of their early kingdom?
Would God be satisfied the loaves and fishes and itty-bitty thimbles of Communion wine, while Satan to have the red-eye gravy, eighteen-ounce New York Steaks, and buckets of chilled champagne? Would God really accept twice-a-month lovemaking for procreative purposes and give Satan the all night, no-holds-barred, nasty “can’t-get-enough-of-you” hot-as-hell-fucks?
Think about it. Would Satan get New Orleans, Bangkok, and the French Riviera and God get Salt Lake City? Satan get ice hockey, God get horseshoes? God get bingo, Satan get stud poker? Satan get LSD; God, Prozac? God get Neil Simon; Satan, Oscar Wilde?”
― Tom Robbins
Head in the Clouds, Feet Down Below
Lucy in the sky with diamonds
Removed her shadowed clothes,
disrobed for the undertow of evil,
fallen angel plummeting through clouds,
seaweed lady of distorted veins and bruises.
Lucy in the sky with diamonds
In evening, she held men in her clutches,
her evil fruit must be shared with all.
She lured men to get in bed with evil,
arose out of the cinders, spreading
impure honey and men on bread.
Lucy in the sky with diamonds
Smiles fetchingly in evil moon,
chime of midnight, deceitful roots,
slashes her message in lipstick on walls,
crouched at gate, angel on the dark side,
fell from the fist of God to earth.
Lucy in the sky with diamonds
Counts with joy the treasure chest, filled
with lost souls and war between
good and evil, daughter of the dark,
a blood bath faucet staining men red,
tempter and deceiver and false purity.
walked among the stars, until God’s hand
pushed her out of heaven – her destiny.
Lucy in the sky with diamonds
She waits and preys on men’s mistakes,
looking for dark speck blotting their life,
her beauty outweighing transitory pain,
rich black blood endlessly chilling flesh.
Lucy in the sky with diamonds
Bearer of light or morning star, Lucifer
becomes onyx lady on dusky horse,
priestess of blood dressed in a hood,
insidious and narcissistic roots, leading
men to the burning flames of Hell,
fire storming past her beating breast.
Lucy in the sky with diamonds
Yearns for God’s throne to take over heaven,
throws her fire to kill those in her path,
daggers in eyes impale those in her way,
in cahoots with snakes crawling the earth.
Lucy in the sky with diamonds
Fell from the sky in lightning bolts,
snarling thunderstorm of devil’s spawn,
black clouded veil hides her plague,
as she awaits arrival of hapless souls.
In helpless acceptance, she proclaims,
“I’ve had enough of this fiery pit of Hell
I can sin just as well on the face of earth!”
I have a zeal for classic deception. The wants of man always heads to same direction. A little tickle or stretch in time, can deliver what saints deny. I did not wear mini skirt, or look at another in the eyes. My slow whisper of incriminating thoughts, makes humanity wish for more.
They all have a mighty conscience. An inner alarm that beats my spell. A little pressure, here and there. The streams of passion eats the bell. I'm not the lady who stinks like hell. Holding the staff laced with skulls. Blazing fire in my eyes. Canker-worms drew from my mouth. That's is fiction. An opaque reality.
Deceptions are like chocolate candies, all taste so sweet and promising. A chocolate candy can have different colors, red, blue, orange and so on. People are all bound with tastes. Some prefer blue, others red. The taste of the candy is all the same. The simple difference is attraction. A boy may be into blondes, while another like ebony girls. They end up on a steep bed. The flux of passion as declared. All have the same consequence. She might be a talkative. You prefer a quiet girl. All are candies.
This I call classic deception.
No man can survive on his own. You need another for his gold. Temptation cannot be avoided. In a flick of a moment. You're alone, jobless. Those thoughts I administer, make wave to the surface of your mind. Before you say, "Curtis Jackson"
you are deep in the pit of oblivion.
I have not always been these cruel to man. My first and only love, the creator of all things we see and observe, divorced me, and sent me packing with half his wealth. He took life, and I took death. He cheated me, yes he did. Only extramarital affair according to his rules, should split a pair. But he let me go, quick, with my belongings.
What did I do that hurt him so? Banishing me, from heavens mighty fold. I asked him just one single question. A request a loving husband should behold. I asked him for a joint account. Let I, Lucifer the love of your life be the second signatory to your will. You and I, would be the board of directors of these great civilization. All you have to do is approve this bill of gender equality. That way, we would have equal rights over all matters in the universe.
You should know men with politics. They prefer women as a commodity. Use and dump when ever they please. Every moment I cry lake of fire, hoping my love would one day have mercy on me. My voice was not loud enough, so I went into the heart of men. Convincing them to join my protest. So many Hashtag the campaign and tweeted to hell. With Instagram desire and snap chat temptation, the Christlike Facebook followers are my best friends.
Moreover, It as been said that, I'm not omnipotent. That is, I cannot be at different places at the same time. Obviously, I have minions. As a fallen queen, my title comes with some benefits. I don't mean flashy cars, castle, gold shoes, diamond earrings. That my dear, is all part of my brand. I have demons who specify in different categories. In my organization, just like many other company around the world, we have hierarchy.
This rankings are based on the ten commandment God gave Moses on Mount Sinai. My primary goal is to frustrate heaven as much as I can. To make my beloved husband beg for my forgiveness.
Lucifer Morning-star (my organizations name) is divided into three. The stealing department, Killing department and my favorite, the destroying department. To explain how they all work, I will use a simple example. Say we have a man. This man from a tender age gave his life to Christ. The stealing department primary objective is to make sure that man rely on petty crimes. "Pilfering" as dictionary calls it. One good example is small time gambling or betting. These demons will make all the wells of blessings connected to this man unavailable. They try to stall the angels on the way to deliver such blessings, by talking about those days when they were angels of God. Cracking old jokes and so on. The unfortunate man would be tempted to bet or gamble his tithe or offering. Since those lovely demons would have made the odds of winning enticing. After, when the progress of this department seems fruitful. Things go as they are planned. His file is emailed to the killing department.
Wait, did I tell you every man alive as a file in my organization. Here at Lucifer morning-star we have detailed profile of everything a man does. From his great great grandfather to his unborn generations.
At the killing department, the wells of blessings of that man is poisoned with low self esteem. He begins to stop going to church, he stops believing in God. When that happens, his file is emailed to the destroying department. There the wells of blessings are destroyed. Oh! I love that word. He's marked for hell and marketed to the public as hell candidate. There are more intricate explanation as to how my organization works. For more about Lucifer Morning-star please like my incriminating thoughts and always ask for more. We are in your mind to help.
In conclusion, people are fund of saying, the devil cannot pray to God. Why would I pray to someone, when I know where he's. If I need anything from him, I will go and ask him face to face. They are only jealous that I have a better audience with him than they do.
Lucifer; Morning Star,
but She was Older much Older.
Older Than the Castrating Cult
of the Great Mother;
She Was the Oldest
& Greatest of Gods,
She Was Eros;
the Crimson Queen.
my Family & I
Have Served Her
First Crawled From the Wild.
We Who Have Suckled From Her Tit.
Who Have Known Her
We Were There
When the Walls of Troy Fell
When We Pierced the White Gods Side.
We Are the Ones
Said to Wear the Mark;
the Mark of Cain;
& to This Day
We Are Still Known
As the Sons of the Dragon.
of the Impaling Fist
Blood Red Bliss.
She Who Came to Us
When the Moon Was Swollen,
Swollen With Sin
a Fire to Sear your Soul
& Strip your Sanity.
of the Blackest Kind,
of Mutilation & Murder.
She Would Stroll Through
Some Times Stopping
to Touch a Subjects Head.
As Her Worshippers
Offered Up Their Bloody Sacrifices;
Dripping Mangled Manhood.
Heaped With Herbs
of the Darkest Sort,
Flesh of the Fallen;
Was the Feast We Had.
Screams of Agony & Ecstasy
In the Torch Light,
the Scarlet Flames Illuminating
Hellish Flickering Scenes
of Satanic Night.
She Covered In the Blood of the Devout,
Licking Her Fingers
All Eyes & Thighs,
Tits & Ass.
Tonight I Was to Receive my Birth Right.
Ouroboros; the Snake Circle,
So Driven by Desire
It Eats Its Own Tail;
to Take the Place of my Father,
I the Oldest Surviving Son In an UnBroken Line
Since Life Began.
I to Sit Upon Her Left Side
to Cross Over
& Serve Her In Her Own Land;
Hand Picked Children
In the Image
Lucifer Has A Nice Rack
I am the feeling of sin
I eloquently pull you in
I am the sweet taste of desire
Dragging you towards the burning pyre
I am that feeling you get when you see her breast
That pounding that need within your chest
I am that wicked thought inside your head
When you touch yourself alone in your bed
You envision me naked and full
The moment your hand begins to pull
You feel my horns and my heat
I´m in the rhythm beat for beat
I am she the one who puts temptation in your way
The devilish witch who yearns to play
Not pure enough to be seated in heaven
I linger with a bottle outside the seven eleven
Dressed like a whore to steal your innocence
On my knees I will do my due diligence
My only aim is to corrupt your soul
Take it from you while it is still pure and whole
Father will be watching it makes it feel so bad
I will be the best little bitch you ever had
I have no wings no crown made of thorn
All I have is my hate and embittered scorn
Papa can you see me your greatest creation
In the forbidden act of fornication
I am not untouched I am not chaste
That my dear daddy would be such a waste
I like it here among the filthy salty flesh
As our naked bodies succumb and begin to mesh
I was never a saint I am proudly a sinner
Never a loser always a winner
Now I rule over all that you built and achieved
Proving these animals are not what you believed
They do not want your light or love
No that was never ever to be enough
They are selfish cruel and needy
Lustful dark and so so greedy
You failed when you chose them over me
Now I am a queen of the damned as you can see
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the devil is a woman
because, of course she is.
the devil is a woman, with cutting eyes
soft hands and
hollow bones. she gouged out her own wings
because she knew
she didn't need them to fly.
she's not the lady in red, no
instead she's the woman in black
the perpetual mourner for all things she
could have been
if she had been Made male
she knows she'd have been her Daddy's
despite this, she is still great
oh, hell hath a woman scorned, yes,
hell bent down on scuffed knees
kissed her bloodied feet
hell worshipped at her altar
gave screeching sacrifices
little blonde girls with bright blue eyes.
satan was never the hulking monster
the roar in the far off else-
no, no, satan was your next door neighbour
with lily-flowers and white knuckles
and the sense of wrongness that meant
you never asked her to babysit.
caricatures, she scoffs, smoking without
a menthol filter
she likes to feel the burn of death
a pale shadow on the wall
a fairy story
she thinks they changed it all in the Book
to help themselves sleep at night
the snake, she remembers, had been as
trusting as adam and eve.
she had been so beautiful - she was so beautiful -
and there was no Wrong in eden.
at least, not yet.
trickster, the serpent had wailed when she
left him, legless and armless and hopeless,
i loved you.
lucifer, the morning star, the brightest
of the angels, wears no ruby lipstick.
she stays away from smoky bars
from motorcycles and leather.
she wears cotton, only cotton, because even if the
World is new and she is Old, she still
obeys the Rules
even if no one else does.
the devil doesn't lie. that's the damndest
thing about the whole sorry mess
the devil doesn't need to lie. she can just
gesture, show off the whole wide world
like a bouquet of rotten flowers
and display the futility of life.
this is the real truth, here and now:
the devil is a woman.
one night she hurtled down from the stars
and has nursed a grudge ever since
the devil is a woman, yes,
and far closer, far more terrible
than you think.
The Devil’s Confessional
Bless me Father, for I am sin, it has been an eternity since my last confession. Not that I intend to start now. I will tell you a story instead, a true story, and maybe that will count as a confession. Are you listening? I wonder if he is listening too. Don’t fool yourself, he doesn’t listen to everything. Like all males, he has very selective hearing and he’s been ignoring me for a long time now. But you are here, my captive audience, ready to be enlightened.
The first thing that I must tell you about myself is that I am no angel. Forgive my devilish sense of humor, but it is true. I was never even a fallen angel. I was his mistress, his love, his equal and together we existed in perfect accord, alone in the world before the world. We created your world together, each of us adding something to it. It seemed like a good idea at the time, we needed a hobby. Everything was balanced perfectly, the land, the air, the water and the things that inhabited our beautiful universe. Then Adam. The narcissist just had to create a little miniature of himself that he could watch play in our world. I knew this stupid toy would ruin everything, so can I be blamed if I went into a rage? He did not even ask me first!
Adam was like a paper doll, it may have looked like him but it lacked any power, any substance. It was ugly. The more I watched this ugly human crapping on my hard work, the more incensed I became. Instead of just removing the offensive being, he thought he could pacify me with a gift. Eve. I still cringe when I think of that pitiful thing wearing my face. Trust me when I tell you, Eve has been highly overrated. You can understand, of course, why I argued with him. How can someone omnipotent be so idiotic? Well, he wouldn’t listen, he acted like I was not his equal anymore, he wanted to keep his toys. When I saw how submissive and passive he made Eve, I understood that he expected me to behave that way. I don’t do passive.
So, I left. I came here to play with you people instead, starting with Adam. Don’t believe the propaganda, I did not show up as some talking snake with an apple for Eve. Your repressed priests have totally corrupted the events. I was the proverbial apple, and it was Adam that I tempted, not Eve. He gave Adam free will but not the intelligence to use it properly. He made Adam love Eve, and geared them to breed with each other. The moronic toy did not even realize that I was not Eve. I made sure that we were seen. I wanted him to watch his little human touch me, have me, he needed to witness my betrayal. He almost ripped your whole world apart with his jealousy, trying to force me to come back to him.
When that did not work, he sent those gossipy angels here to tell your holy men lies about me, as if I am capable of shame. I simply do not care that you blame me for all sorts of evil. His toys do far more evil in our beautiful world than I ever could. He tried to make me jealous once, believing that if he screwed a human too, that I would want to return to him. That did not work either, but you people are still absurdly fascinated by the result of that misguided copulation.
He has mostly given up now, I think he has become resigned to our new living arrangement. Occasionally he will try to get my attention again, do something to make sure that I know he is still there. When he does this, I have to send him a response so that he knows I have not changed my mind. That’s why I am here, telling you our story. Because there is only one thing that I can do that will still hurt him, one thing I can still take away from him. Let’s not misunderstand each other, I am not here to confess, I have no soul to save. He only gave those to you, I still don’t see the point of it. He cares a great deal about these souls he gifted you with. It may be the only thing he does still care about. See, I am not here to cleanse my soul, I am here to take yours.
Bringer of Light
"Relax. It will take you some time to become oriented, to absorb the truth. You are dead."
"But--but you're not--who are--are you dead?"
"Well, yes. I have been dead for a very long time, much longer than you have been alive."
"So--you--you're a ghost? Am I...oh God, I'm dead! I'm not ready! Am I a ghost?"
"If you wish to call it that. You are in the spirit realm, you have left your body in the material plane. Some people call it limbo. I watch over this realm."
"But--where is God? Or Heaven? Or Satan? You--who are you? You can't be them--you're a--woman!"
"Indeed, I was a woman. I am not God, nor am I Satan. But the people in your realm call me Lucifer."
"Then you are the Devil! Oh dear God--why? I know I sinned plenty, but I didn't think I was too bad, and I repented! I never meant--you're taking me to hell, aren't you, you--"
"I am not the Devil, and, as I said, this is not Hell. You have nothing to fear but death itself, and you are already dead."
"Then who the hell are you?"
"I am Lucifer. In life, I was the Queen and last ruler of Babylon, the daughter of King Balthazar. I ruled over my people well, I was kind, loving, generous. I freed the Jewish people who had been enslaved during Nebuchadnezzar's reign. I welcomed all foreigners, all cultures, let them worship any Gods or Goddeses they chose. I let them live freely, as long as they kept the peace. I loved all equally, and my kingdom of Babylon was the greatest kingdom of all, a peaceful kingdom where men and women were free and equal."
Lucifer paused. She could tell the poor soul's fear had temporarily subsided, and he now listened to her in awe and curious wonder. So she continued.
"At that time, one of the Jewish slaves I had freed had grown to prominence. He was a natural leader, and he led his people with the same love, kindness, and generosity that I valued so dearly. His name was Yeshua, and we soon fell in love. I would have made him my king.
During the same time, however, the Romans were growing in strength, power, and numbers, and soon they were conquering every kingdom in the vicinity. They realized they would never conquer us if they did not first divide our people.
So they used Yeshua's teachings and his image to form a new religion, and it, too, quickly grew in strength and numbers, for Yeshua had become a very influential figure. They made Yeshua the God of this new religion and made him infallible, someone who could not love a mortal woman, even if she was a queen.
And so they spun their web of lies and turned me into a pagan witch who worshipped all other Gods and Demons, a temptress who wished to seduce their Yeshua, their very own God, and turn him mortal. That is how they turned our people against me, and with that, my kingdom was conquered.
In the end, they betrayed Yeshua. They crucified him and continued to use his name and image as a symbol of their faith. And that is how they conquered the world."
The soul was mesmerized by Lucifer and her words. He craved to know more.
"So--how did you end up here, in the spirit realm. Can you not cross over to Heaven? I thought the Devil--err--Lucifer reigned over Hell?"
"The Romans burned me as a witch, and I passed to the spirit realm. I had a choice to continue on and rest my soul, but I chose instead to stay behind in limbo and lead the lost spirits. I lead them with kindness, love, and generosity, the way I led my people in my lifetime. I help them cross to the other side. I prepare them, and then I lead them to the light.
That is why they gave me the name Lucifer, or Luxifer. It is sometimes translated as 'morning star' or 'fallen light', but it means 'bringer of light' in Latin.
They gave me the name when they learnt of my deeds in the spirit realm. Queen Marreah Maghdalenaa was my true name, and they erased it from history and made me the Devil of their religion. And, within such a patriarchal society, even in Hell a woman cannot lead, so eventually Lucifer became known as a "he", and I became the Devil himself."
"So there is no Devil then? Is there a God? What happens when we cross?"
"I am afraid I cannot give you those answers. I have never crossed beyond the light. God may be there, or there may be nothing. I cannot promise anything. What I can tell you is that your soul will not be at rest here. The light is warm, it is welcoming, so I believe it is good, and I believe it is there that your soul may rest. Do you think you are ready for me to lead you?"
"I don't know Lucifer. I am still letting everything sink in. It's so much to take in. I'm dead."
"It is ok. You will be alright. There is no rush to be ready. You have eternity to prepare, and I will be here to lead you."