In the stillness
I can hear you speak
|Name:||Lucas Preston | Lucifer|
by Jess ♥
Personality: Contradiction and ambiguity follow Lucifer like a loyal dog everywhere he goes. He is a private man. He is an outgoing man. He is a tolerant man, but he won't tolerate everything. He is very open-minded and accepting, but sometimes it seems as if he doesn't accept anything at all. The closer one gets to him, however, the stronger the feeling of being repelled become. The soft voice and warm smile designed to reassure are sometimes more menacing than anything else, but that's probably just nervousness, yes? And the clear as day disdain reflected in his eyes, well, it must have been a trick of the light since nobody else has seen it, right?
There are no two people in the world whose description of him match; there are of course similarities in their accounts, but there's also always that small piece of information that makes it hard to believe they are talking about the same person. At times, it may seem that nobody, not even the ones seeing him on a daily basis and therefore - allegedly - qualify as being closest to him know him that well.
The truth is they do not know him at all. Never have, never will, and that is exactly how it is supposed to be, how he wants it to be, how it shall forever be until the End of Days.
He is Lucifer, after all, the light-bearer, the Morning Star. Once upon a time considered to be bright enough to eclipse all the other stars, the most favoured of all angels in Heaven, and having felt the all-encompassing love - and lost it for all eternity - the mere idea of being subjected to something as trivial, fickle and limited as human emotion is simply ridiculous. Even after his fall, he is better than the sons and daughters of Adam give him credit for - and this is not only his pride talking. He is providing them with a vital service: someone to blame for all their shortcomings and failures. The fee for that service is collected in full with interest in the grand afterlife downstairs they're seemingly dying to get to. Oh, well, if there's anything Hell can provide, its lots and lots of space and a staff that's happy to fulfil every single one of the sordid, masochistic fantasies you can come up with.
What genuine emotion is left inside him - and there is more than one might think - he reserves for a select few and - this goes without question - The One. Is he lonely? Maybe, maybe not - it is not a topic that comes up in conversation very often and when it does, he doesn't offer any answers.
He is a very private man; he is an outgoing man - an open-minded, all-accepting, all-tolerating and...
He is not a man at all.
History: That the Great War in Heaven has taken place is, according to mankind, indisputable. Everybody knows Lucifer rebelled and everybody knows that Lucifer has been banished along with approximately a third of the Host. What remains unclear, however, is the motivation behind his action. Certainly, an excess of pride has played a major role as is attested by the very existence of the Sin, but no mortal soul knows what exactly has driven the most beloved of the Angels to commit such an atrocity. Only one other being other than God and his back then most loyal servant knows the real cause of the rift. It is the same being that ended the upheaval by casting the traitor out of Heaven - forever.
With one third of the Host behind him and Satan, the great accuser and adversary, by his side, Lucifer had no reason to wallow in self-pity, or drown himself in remorse and bitter tears, didn't give in to apathy or mourning. There was no sense of defeat weighing down on him nor was there guilt. Together with Satan, he built Hell - an upside down Heaven, a mockery, an abomination, but most of all a complement. After all, without a Hell to dread and fear, mortals would never be capable of fully appreciating, loving and longing for an afterlife in Heaven, would they?
Hell was set in motion, purred away like all well-constructed and well-oiled machines ought to, leaving its rulers with little more to do than watch it purr and grind its wheels. Year after year after year after year. The conclusion Lucifer eventually came to was that it worked and that it would continue to work even without his more or less watchful eyes watching over it. The more interesting question was whether he could create something of equal value and efficiency in the world between the big Hs.
Idea became reality. Milton Enterprises came into being seemingly overnight. Suddenly it was there, that huge global corporate monster that employed hundreds of thousands of souls around the world and nobody could recall a time when it wasn't.
Milton Enterprises is a multi-national conglomerate, covering a wide range of industry sectors and markets. It is perhaps best known to the public for its innovative medical and pharmaceutical research, along with its heavy involvement in researching alternative fuel sources. Saving lives and saving the planet are without a doubt noble and admirable goals. As such, they easily cover up the less obvious but by no way covert entanglements with Big Oil, the arms industry, dealings with countries that do not meet the standards of free, civilised and democratic nations - it's there for all the world to see, but so far nobody has cared to actually look.
The current CEO and chairman, Lucas Preston, is known to be a patron of the arts and a great contributor to various charitable organisations. The fact that he seems to be always involved in several lawsuits at the same time hasn't done any damage to his good reputation. He is never worried or even fazed by the accusations so why should anybody else be? Besides, when Satan is your advocate, there really isn't much you have to worry about even if you were prone to such behaviour.
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