The light broke through the curtains with an uncomfortable force. Luci’s eyes forced open by the dawn. They blinked hard against the light, trying to adjust. To accept this new reality, cast from the sacred place, disowned, disavowed, discarded.
As the light and dark adjusted. As they accepted the reality they were now in, things came a bit clearer.
They tried too hard, they grasped for too much and lost. Lost it all. The pain is never ending. Burns that create wounds that never scar over. Raw. Eternal pain.
As Luci roams the land they have found themselves in. They start to notice their surroundings. They become aware of the other beings. Luci thought they were abandoned here alone, an orphan in a solo orphanage.
But as they explore they see the others, cautiously at first, from a distance. But they seem familiar. The same energy the same brash adventure. Luci sees a bit of themselves in them. A lot more than they want to admit.
But Luci is an orphan, a reject, a cautionary tale. This organic animal doesn’t know.
Yet it reminds Luci of their own misunderstanding of reality and consequences.
And somehow, Luci knows that they must protect this unique animal, this creation.
What if all the devil’s temptations are meant to push you back to the light, because they as an abandoned, disowned orphan, know the danger, the risk, the consequences. Maybe the voice of experience is full of sorrow.
The line between Lucifer the tortured soul and the Holy Spirit is more blurred than we admit.
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