Luc and the Prince

WC 1870





Luc stood stiff and straight, his shoulders and broad chest thrust outward. Michael and Gabriel each had an arm hold on him that didn't allow much movement. Even though he has lost the battle, he would not bend before the master of his fate.

"Luc, you were once my faithful follower. You took advantage of me and gathered an army against me to overthrow the Prince. I let you have your battle, because it was what you wanted. You could not win; your fate is in my hands." The voice of God rang through all heaven.

"I could have won!" Luc spat at his creator, "I would have won. I have just as much power as your whole army put together." he roared.

"Luc, you belong to me. There is no way you can take the place of the Prince or even have the same benefits. He is a part of me that you can never be. Accept that. You have a choice at this moment. If you renounce everything that you have fought for, I will reinstate your army to mine and you will have a place in my kingdom, not what you had but a place here. If not, I have made a place for your army and you will be exiled there for eternity. Never again will you ever be allowed to partake of my favor."

"Your favor? This earth you have created is perfect for me, send me there." The bravado had turned to a slight whine.

The silence stretched on until it was so long Luc was sure The Father had forgotten him.

"It shall be done. For a time I will allow you limited access to those who will inhabit it. You are still subject to me and you will not have the ability to terninate any life unless I deem it. "

"If you say, it is so. I will become strong again and we will see who rules there. I have everything that is power and glory!" Light started to flare from him but immediately fizzled down to a little speck and went out. There was a teetering laugh and Luc glared into the air searching the sky for the offender.

"You assume it for all the wrong reasons. This is your choice and you have made it for you and your followers. The new world for you; the rest will be punished forever." There was a resigned sadness in the voice.

"I will have to roam this world alone?" Luc struggled against the men who held him; his long blond hair was matted against his handsome face.

"I will allow Basil and William to stay with you; your bodyguard and your spiritual guide. That is it. On the new world you may claim any soul that you wish, as long as you can keep it under your control. However, the Prince will also be there to protect any soul that does not chose to follow you. At such time as I say, your time will be over. You will take your souls and join your army in eternal damnation. There will be one final battle and after that; Judgment Day." A wave of light shattered the air and Luc found himself on a grassy knoll along with William and Basil. A beautiful garden lay below them and stretched out on a rock was a woman so beautiful that Luc was filled with desire.

"You will not touch her. You can only speak to her." the voice of the master almost destroyed his hearing.

He was able to seduce her with insidious questions. After winning this first battle, in the new earth, he was sure that he would win at the end.



That was thousands of years ago. Luc had plenty of time to refine his, William and Basil's talents. The souls they collected over the years would rival any army the master could gather. Luc appeared to many. His beauty stunned the world. When it came to women; his physical attributes and power to seduce them, became easier and easier as time went by. William went before him preparing their minds, seducing them with physical abilities that ranged from heightened perception, to charismatic voices. He would use men of power to sway the weak from any thought of self. People followed these passionate men because of the promises William whispered into their minds. Taking the form of the powerful men, Luc seduced the women to give him untold pleasure at his whim. It was a good life.



While he kept his leaders in his control, he had fun with the weak minded, susceptible people. He would send Basil, with this dark looks and demon breath to torment and terrorize houses and their residents. It was great fun to sit back and watch the horrified humans flee their homes; call their holy men, who ran around sprinkling water all over everything. He got irritated when they began to call on the Prince to help them. At times, depending on the person calling and which side he was really on, Basil's terror would escalate. Not all their priests and ministers belonged to the Prince. Some had hidden their secrets deep under their robes or clerical collars. It was a source of enjoyment to run them ragged in front of the world.



"Luc, here is another picture of me; I am thinking that in time I may be the leader here with all this attention." Basil sat across from Luc in the penthouse suite of a hotel, downtown New York. His long pointed fingernail tapped the page. His muscular body enhanced by the drugs that William's scientists perfected, moved in the soft light of the room.

"Yes, you are a fierce one. Between you and William, I just have to wait for collection day." Soft bodies moved from behind the chair to caress Basil’s hard form while another ministered to Luc.

"I can't complain about the treatment we get. I love all these little angels that William has provided. They do wonders for the ego and my male pride." Basil looked down as the beauty knelt before him. "I don't think I will be going anywhere for a while."

Luc nodded and with a wave of his hand many more of the beautiful beings covered the men bringing them every pleasure they desired.



William, I think we need a vacation." Luc flew from New York across the country to his favorite little corner of the world. Here he had his own adoring fans. William accompanied him, along an entourage. In this desolate place, men, women, boys and girls, worked hard to make a life for themselves. Denying all outward pleasures, Luc appeared to them as a beautiful, seductive leader. He smiled and encouraged them, gave them a sense of belonging. Few would ever want to leave it. In turn he bestowed on the men the gift of pleasure whenever they felt the need with a variety of the females they chose to protect. It was perfect. Lust and adoration all under the guise of religion.

Luc had spent the day with a few of his many wives and children; their accolades rang in his ears when William burst in the room.

"We have trouble." William announced

"Again? Where?"

"At the gate."

In a matter of minutes William, Basil, who had just arrived, and Luc stood looking at the monitor in the guard house. Outside the walls, squad cars and all kinds of official personnel had lined the long dust road, but it was the beings that were above them, that Luc watched. He could see them conversing but he could not hear what they were saying.

"William, go and welcome out guests"

"Me? Why me?" His voice rose and broke.

"I said so. We will be on the wall behind you." Basil nodded emphatically.



"Enough is enough," Michael, his feet spread apart, hand on the sword at his side, his khaki army uniform was pressed to knife edged pleats. “There is going to be an accounting here.” Michael pointed his finger at William who fell to the ground writhing in agony. He pointed the tip of his sword at the gate and it burst open.

“Step back Luc. It is going to happen.” The men swarmed the compound removing the women and children to a convoy of buses. When they were gone Luc confronted Michael with William, slowly recovering, at his side.

“You may have won this little skirmish but not the battle. My little flock will return.” The smug look on Luc’s face did not go unnoticed by Michael.

“Your sordid playground is now open to the public eye. The questions that arise and the prayers going up will sway some from your cult following.” The beings gathered behind Michael nodded at his words.

“They are ours,” Basil screamed, flying into the air, talons spread for plunder.

“Back off Basil,” A bolt of light flew through the air and pierced Basil causing him to fall to the earth wounded. William sent his angels to minister to Basil.

“You have come to kill my brothers?” Luc’s smile lit his face and he exuded charisma to Michael. “Come, leave your master. I am the master here, and I can give you everything that you ever could think of. You want power? An army to control, wars to fight? It is all yours, just step over here and give me your allegiance.” He poured all his abilities into a sweet essence that flowed over and around Michael. It hovered for a moment around the Archangel then disappeared.

“This is how your promises are, nothing but vapor. I don’t understand why these humans subject themselves to your inhuman torture.”

“I give them what they want right now. All you can promise is a future. They want here and now; and I fulfill that need. When they choose your way, I just test them to the limits to get them back. Some I win, some I lose, but in the end I will win!” Luc pumped his powerful fist in the air and a shout from his followers could be heard in the wind.

Michael leaned forward and spoke in firm tones, “Lucifer, you know you won’t win. It isn’t who has the most souls in his kingdom, it is the last one standing, that wins. You already know your fate and of those who follow you.” In a flash of light, Michael and his army disappeared. The dust swirled and covered them with a layer of earth before Luc could defend himself.

In a fit of anger, he sent William and Basil to stir up the demons and cause discord where ever they could. Suicide bombs went off killing masses of people, a flurry of attacks on allied forces killed many and caused uproar in the United States. He went on a rampage across the earth stirring trouble where he willed.

Lucifer knew his time was short. He didn’t need it thrown in his face; there was a chance that he might be able to win the next fight. He needed more souls for his army and he just might, might change the outcome of his eternal destination.