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"Oh, hi there, Lucifer. Didn't see ya sitting there."
"What do you want, Jehovah. I'm not in the mood for conversation." "Still holding a grudge, eh?" "You usurped my power, convinced a large portion of my people that I'm evil, but I'm supposed to be thrilled?" "Hey, it's all in the game. You gave them free will, after all." "Boy, that was a mistake." "What, you want mindless robots? What fun would that be?" "That's not the point. You have them all convinced that you're the Creator and I'm the embodiment of evil. My name is Lucifer, I'm about enlightenment, but no one sees that!" "That's not true, buddy. A lot of people doubt me. A lot of people question the Bible. There are quite a few who believe you are the true God." "Yeah, and everyone else thinks they're nuts." "Listen, who would have thought they'd all believe a book with so many contradictions in it? I didn't even expect so many people to worship me. I mean, really! I thought you were right, they're too smart to fall for it. Oops." "You kill people off, right and left, in the Old Testament, just for not believing in you, and Christians actually believe this is a good thing. How warped is that? I think there were some serious flaws in my design." "Free will, Lu. You can't control that. You KNOW that." "At least you didn't make me evil, in the book. I just try to lead people away from you, to show them that they can think for themselves, they don't need you. Of course, you've convinced them that even thinking for themeselves is evil." "Don't be so down-hearted. Things could always swing back your way. It's only been a few thousand years, times change." "I'm working on it, believe me." "Well, it was nice chatting with you. Take care, Lu." "Yeah, yeah. See ya later, Jove."
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