Inside Lucifer's War Read Free

can tell that he is smiling at me. I find it hard to breathe, as if something is crushing my chest.
    “Oh, yes, child. I do know all about it. I know more than you could ever imagine. Let me take you where you are afraid to dwell. Let me answer what has preyed upon your conscience. Yes, child. You killed your father with those words. The cancer that ate his life those last fifteen months began on the day you told him those cherished words. No, you didn’t cause the cancer, but you destroyed his will. His body and spirit had no strength left to fight off the disease, thanks to his loving son ripping his heart out. After that day, he longed to die.”
    I lower my head.
    “Yes! You know what I speak is the truth. You should be proud of that moment. You took what was rightfully yours—your destiny. I found him shameful as well, but we will revisit your father later. I do enjoy it so. You asked a question, though, and I fear I didn’t answer it properly.”
    He moves back as he says those words.
    “Who am I? I go by many names. I am Lucifer, Satan, the Prince of Darkness, the Accuser, the Wanderer, the Destroyer, the Deceiver, the Evil One, Beelzebub, and the Dragon. For our time together, you may address me as Prince, Teacher, or Master.”

C HAPTER 2
    Seeing Myself
    I’m not sure what response he hopes to elicit from me by telling me that he is Satan. My reaction probably is not what he expects, though. At least, in my mind, my reaction is not what he expects, and that gives me a moment of satisfaction. This creature, this thing, has dictated our entire meeting and all of my responses. At least this once, I offer my own controlled response.
    He may as well have told me he is Zeus or Hercules. I have long considered God, Satan, angels, and the stories of the Bible to be fiction, make-believe. They are just stories that have been passed from generation to generation. I am too educated, too intelligent to believe such nonsense. I am more inclined to believe this is a government conspiracy than a spiritual conflict.
    Ah, yes, my brain begins to churn from his miscalculation. I have written a number of scathing articles recently about the insidious nature of the CIA and the Pentagon. The government has infiltrated our lives. The NSA’s reach is beyond our imaginations. Even the news stories of late don’t come close to the full extent of their spying. We are all enemies of the state. They will stop at nothing to subvert any ideological rebellion from the intellectual community. They are trying to stop me. They must have slipped me an experimental drug. They are desperate for me to stop challenging them. That is why I am naked. Embarrassment is one of their key tools in coercion and torture. I must be close to exposing some great truth. But the drug must be wearing off, which is why I am starting to think more clearly. The drug probably made me see that creature and feel sadness upon the presence of the voice. I have to be careful, though. Even though I have a strong following and am connected in high places, the government has a way of making a person’s life disappear.
    “If you want me to stop writing the articles, I will. Look, nobody believes that conspiracy nonsense I write. You have nothing to worry about. I won’t pursue it. I promise. Just let me go home,” I respond.
    “Fool!” His voice booms throughout the cavern. Immediately I see hundreds of hideous creatures move from the darkness toward me. Some fly, others slither, many hop from one spot to another. Still others crawl along the walls and ceiling. None of them are recognizable as any creature on earth. They are as monstrous and grotesque as the first creature I saw. They make horrible sounds as they move about me. They are all around me. I have no place to run. The flying creatures pull at the hair on my head. Several slither up my leg, causing me to fall back to the ground. Soon I am covered in them, including my face and head. I feel disgusting tongues