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From high on a carved-stone stage glittering with brilliant encrusted diamonds, Lucifer stared out at the millions of angels who called Heaven home. He rested on a stone mezzanine with a short waterfall cascading down its middle to a moat that surrounded the entire stage. Here in the Hanging Gardens they were just east of the source of heavenly light, the throne of God. He could barely hear the waterfall over the roars of the crowd.

On the opposite side of the stage was Delia, the virtue angel of chastity. He smiled at her as he began to pick a riff repeatedly on the twenty-four-stringed handmade instrument he had fashioned specifically for this closing ceremony. She returned the gesture with longing in her eyes. Her teeth were so white. He was the games’ featured performer, and the angels’ cheers below vibrated the stage under his feet. He breathed in the admiration and felt even more alive than he had at the previous year’s performance. He knew he needed to humble himself.

The band started up behind him. It featured two of the six-winged seraphim, another cherubim like Lucifer in golden armor, another virtue like Delia in a long green gown, and two thrones in decadent robes. The audience was like a pot of water before boiling. Lucifer let it build slowly for what seemed like hours, knowing full well how to cause a hallucinatory euphoria in the crowd. They swayed in unison to the beat in a trance-like state. No angel was immune.

Here we go, he thought. He threw his instrument around his back as he sat down to his signature pipe key, and the angels exploded in cheers and applause once again. After a few minutes of intense rhythms, he cooed his first melodic praises for God. The next six hours of performing were a blur.

When the band played their last note to a stunned audience, Lucifer stood and spread his triumphant wings to their full extent. They cast much of the glistening stage into shadow. The crowd snapped out of its collective trance, and smiles claimed their awe-inspired faces. Heaven shook from the roar that ensued, and a tingle went down his spine followed by a flush of heat. He felt truly alive. Yet a moment later the warmth turned chill, like a splash in a cold sea. The adoration he felt became hollow.

This praise was not for him.

Lucifer ripped his wings back in tight and turned toward the blinding light of the throne of God. “Praise Him for all His glory!” He reached his hands out with a wistful expression. “One of these years maybe He will join us down here as we sing His praises.” He walked off the stage past Delia, who smiled as she waved to the crowd. The masses began to leave the Hanging Gardens in a common flow, heading toward the Great Mountain just as Lucifer was.

An escort of seraphim surrounded him as he flew over the gardens and up the twelve jeweled layers that made up the mountain’s base. The millions of angels in their nine separate orders followed in structured fashion based on rank.

“What did you think, Terra?”

The stunning blonde seraphim next to him smiled from ear to ear. Her eyes were greener than the grass of the Provender.

“You were wonderful, Lucifer. I am so proud of you, and so is our Father, I am sure.”

He had better be. God would finally promote Lucifer to His level after a performance like that, he was certain. Lucifer would have a throne next to Him now. His hair straightened and filled in, turning from light brown to ash blonde. His eyes deepened from an orange amber to a transparent blue and his skin softened its hue.

“I love it when you do that,” said Thyaterra.

“When I do what?”

A gruff voice said, “Your face just changed again.” It was Bretabian, a tall seraphim who followed awkwardly close behind Thyaterra.

“I wasn’t speaking to you,” Lucifer snapped. His hair curled slightly in back.

Bretabian uncovered two wings from his face, revealing a blinding light, while his other four continued flapping. “I apologize.”

Lucifer could handle God’s glory, unlike other angels. He was close enough to God to have become as accustomed to His light as the seraphim. He ignored Bretabian and faced Thyaterra. “Thank you, Terra. I can never feel it when I change, but I am very happy right now to be with you.”

Lucifer and his escorts tucked their wings in and landed smoothly. With Lucifer in the lead, they walked past the dominion Barterus at the entrance to the heavenly city. Barterus tipped his ornate helmet, which covered part of his face, and bowed to Lucifer. Dominions were very serious creatures. They guarded each of the pearl gate entrances and were in charge of enforcing the laws of the angels. Their wing feathers were fuller and fluffier than those of other angels, and they were typically the smallest angels in stature. Lucifer towered at least ten feet over Barterus as he passed. However, dominions were some of Heaven’s fiercest fighters and were the last of the orders to give ground in an argument.

Barterus gripped a large golden sword with a spherical ball of light on the pommel. “It’s an honor to see you, highest of the cherubim. What a fine show.” He opened the gate for Lucifer.

“Thank you, kind angel.” The other dominion raced over to sing his praises as well.

Lucifer walked forward about a hundred yards and stepped onto a golden ramp that was transparent down to the bottom. It stretched up and over the many houses of the heavenly city. Beginning the journey up, Lucifer looked down through the ramp all the way to the center of the Great Mountain, where the twelve jeweled layers were exposed down to its heart. Beautiful yet hollow, he thought.

The ramp was long and there were three others just like it starting from the center gates of the four walls of the city. They were held up by golden bricks, which were supported by massive arches and pillars. Some of the heavenly housing was actually situated underneath the arches and between the pillars. This pattern continued up the entire mountain.

A comfortable silence overtook the group. Lucifer felt the euphoria gradually slip in and he knew the throne of God was getting closer. After their long ascension to the top of the ramp, the passage turned right over an ornate bridge with carvings of six-winged seraphim touching hands across it. Their hands made beams, and the entire masterpiece was made out of solid marble. The statues were ten times the size of Lucifer or any other angel. He always felt small beneath them.

The bridge itself was constructed of slabs of colorful marble that exuded a light glow. The end of the bridge opened to a courtyard with a seven-tiered fountain of pure water. Pure, pure. Everything was always pure. The base of the fountain was solid white pearl.

Surrounding the courtyard were hedges manicured into perfect cubes with multicolored flowers growing inside. Lucifer straightened a flower as he passed, twisting it into position. In one corner, the hedges formed an archway that led to a golden step, which was the beginning of a solid-gold staircase. The staircase glistened from an intense glow. It was long and led directly to the upper levels and eventually, God’s throne. Two intense dominion angels guarded the entrance to the hierarchical levels, and as Lucifer and the seraphs passed by, they lowered their heads but did not speak.

Lucifer reached the first step and began to climb the stairs. The majority of the angels following them had made it to their homes on the lower level below. Each shiny, solid step brought him higher and closer to God, and with each step, a deeper feeling of euphoria took over.

“I love this feeling every time,” said Thyaterra.

Lucifer, who was no stranger to that staircase or that feeling, replied, “Me too,” and smiled at her.

“Remember Competia and Tameus?” interjected Bretabian.

“Young fools,” Lucifer said.

Two young angels had once decided to fly within the walls of the city as they raced each other past the dominions and thrones to see God up close. Each wanted to be first. They flew as fast as they could up the stairs, but a sudden rush of euphoria made them lose control at the summit, and they crashed right into His throne and fell at His feet. Tameus was left staring straight up at Him while Competia quickly covered up and lay face down in reverent fear. It was too much, too quickly for Tameus, and she was blinded for nine solid months. The idiot. No other angel had tried it since.

“I think we’ve all been tempted to rush to the top,” Terra said.

“I haven’t,” said Bretabian. “I know the proper path.”

“We don’t all lack your imagination, Bretabian.” Lucifer fixed his gaze directly on the seraph. “But Competia and Tameus learned their lesson. Most angels do.”

“That’s the thing about free will—we can’t always control others, even when we want to,” he said.

“Smart angels learn quickly from their mistakes. They give respect where it is due.”

“Smart angels know their place.”

“What are you saying?”

“Oh nothing, cherub,” said Bretabian.

“Bretabian!” said Thyaterra.

I am the highest angel in Heaven, Lucifer thought. He held himself back from further conflict. Silence fell upon the group. After about an hour of ascending the golden staircase, they arrived at the first platform, where the order of the thrones resided. The buildings were detailed and elaborate, down to the tiniest piece of cloth. The décor was decadent—purple and red velvet trimmed in solid gold. The floor of the platform was also yellow gold and covered with rugs of fine silk. On the left and right sides were houses, each cut out of the finest gold. Behind them were other structures used for worship.

Lucifer reached the second platform, where most of the cherubim resided. A great deal of housing existed on this level although not all of those angels stayed there permanently. The cherubim roamed much more freely than the thrones, and their homes were characterized by marble and stone rather than fine cloth and draperies. The buildings were taller, with pointed arches. Lucifer’s home was the largest and trimmed with the finest of Heaven’s jewels, but every time he went up there, he lamented the fact he did not have a throne. He should have one—this was clear to him—and it should be situated on the upper level next to God to signify his true role in Heaven.

“I will see you tomorrow, Terra. I look forward to it every morning.” He hugged the six-winged beauty as the rest of the seraphim waited.

“I look forward to seeing you every morning too. You did wonderful today. You are so blessed by God, and I thank Him every day for it,” she said.

It’s not all Him, he thought. “Thank you.”

“Goodbye, Lucifer,” said Bretabian briskly. He stood at a distance, obviously waiting for Thyaterra.

“Bretabian.” Lucifer nodded, still looking at Thyaterra. He watched her shimmering silver dress float as elegantly as she did. She had the kindest eyes. Their hands separated, and she turned away. The moment was over.

Lucifer pushed open the sixty-foot door to his extravagant chamber. Inside, ancient weapons were mounted on the walls like trophies. Through another sixty-foot archway, the next room held countless instruments in every shade of gold, silver, and bronze. They were displayed so thickly that the walls couldn’t be seen at all. Two elegant crystal tables were covered in the finest fruits of Heaven. One had light-colored fruit and the other strictly dark. Many of the light fruits had been eaten while the dark hadn’t been touched. Lucifer passed through a set of stained-glass doors that opened to a courtyard of perfectly manicured grass with a fountain directly in the middle. It was the only thing out there.

He squeezed the lip of the stone edge with both hands. Closing his eyes, Lucifer drew a heavy, deep breath. God had to promote him this time. He must. What else could he do to earn it? Deep in the pit of his stomach he knew nothing would change. It never did.

When Lucifer opened his eyes to catch a glimpse of his reflection in the water, he let out a sigh of relief and admired his new features. Most angels were blissful in their ignorance. How could anyone understand what he went through? No angel possibly could.

“I hope you can, Father.”