THE BATTLES OF A FALLEN STAR(Charles E.J. Moulton) THE BATTLES OF A FALLEN STAR
A strong wind blew across the plains that night Lucifer fought with his brother Michael in the dawn of time. It was a wind of change, a dark change that one day would make forlorn children cry. The first of these lost children had once been walking toward the light was now walking toward darkness. Yambalah was in mourning, for its original son had turned to vanity and greed. Somehow, no one knew exactly how, this once so gorgeous land had turned into a wasteland of rocky hillsides, deep canyons and dark forests. Lucifer’s brethren all knew that the land mirrored his soul. In the midst of this now so dim and once so potent land there lay the original cave where Lucifer had sought refuge in the beginning of time. It was surrounded by forbidden trees.
When Lucifer was evicted from the dimension of paradise the strange sub angels that had been made his own followed him. Evicted, they lay eons upon the dried plains of Yambalah before awakening again. The original thirteenth angel that Lucifer had created out of the forbidden fruit was now unwillingly turning into a demon during sleep and found himself shedding seeds upon awakening.
The forest around the cave had not been there long when Lucifer’s army started to grow.
With the army that grew, the unrest in heaven was reaching a boiling point.
It was at that point when Michael suggested a descent upon Yambalah to track down and fight the growing demonic army.
The Lord said that he would allow it, but only to crush the army and teach Lucifer a lesson.
It was dark night when the angels arrived upon a surface where the ground was cracking with drought. The hot winds that blew across the wasteland made the seraphic capes flutter in the breeze. A half-dim light shone here. It was the remnants of the old fiery glow that once inhabited the territory.
The army was moving closer. At the helm of a triangular formation of demons walked Lucifer. His visage had changed. He was now more a monster than a heavenly creature. Michael’s voice was deep and full of pity as he spoke. “Brethren, we have come to take Lucifer home.”
The ten archangels all exchanged glances. Raphael spoke. “Home? Where is his home?”
Michael looked down and kneeled upon the plain and picked up dust on the ground. He dropped it to the ground and let the dust fly away in the breeze. The other archangels heard him speak and knew instinctively what he had been saying. It was time. “I wish I could say heaven, but I cannot.”
Then Michael saw what these soldiers looked like. Hideous faces masked by black claws. There were dried plains, cracking and grey earth under a black sky as far as the eye could see. The two legions met in a clash of lightning. Clawing paws met brutal hands and soon enough the eleven brethren found themselves in the middle of a battle that seemed not to end. There were demons flying over the ground and heavenly beings in combat. Every one of the fiends seemed possessed by some willpower to crush whatever good was trying to vanquish them. Each one of them was a duplicate of the original son’s conceit, drooling, screaming, and full of spite and anguish. There was nothing left of their saintly origin.
Without forewarning the earth opened and revealed red flowing lava. Michael was forced to flap his wings fiercely in order to escape the pit. His brothers fought equally not to be drawn into the depths. Below them the demons that had been in battle with pure souls fell into the pit with high pitched wails. The earth closed and the angels left. Above the sky darkened, clouds blocking the moon.
Only two were left. Two brothers plucked from the heavens. Blood brothers under a stormy sky next to one tree that stood erect under a thunder cloud and seemed to think and watch and wonder.
It was night. There was a wind. A moon was on the rise. Two brothers stood face to face on purple plains. Against the wall of the cave a cowering sub angel, the only survivor of a heavenly war.
Michael jumped, his lily coloured robe flowing and his hawk-handled sword banging against his right thigh. He somersaulted in the air. Lucifer flew against the tree and hit his head. Green blood oozed out from his red face. Lucifer sat up and looked up at the much larger Michael, his black eyes displaying only whites below his half-moon iris. The wall of silence parted the brothers that night and its electricity still seemed almost physical. Both of them looked at each other with fearful desperation and Michael was stoic. Lucifer jumped up from his position by the tree's roots, one drop of green blood blocking his right eye’s black iris, and twisted sideways landing on both legs and leaving Michael on the ground.
Michael gathered his strength, flew up and Lucifer, who saw this, met him half-way. They crashed together, collided and fell on the ground. Lucifer grabbed Michael's face and squeezed. Michael struggled and started kicking him in the back with the leg that Lucifer was not pushing down.
“We are fighting because you cannot realize that humility makes one stronger.” Michael gasped.
“Humility. I spit on that.” Lucifer’s pant was rank as he spoke.
Michael freed an arm and grabbed Lucifer's naked wing to pull him away. There was a fierce sensation of pain as Lucifer felt his blood brother's nails bury themselves deep inside his flesh. He screamed, face upward, gnarling high-pitched. Then he looked down at his brother and was just about to hit his brother when he was taken aback. He flew up, haunted by some vision. It was from the future. And as the vision came, the sub angel cowering by the cave wall looked up and saw it too.

A man hanging from an oak, Caiphas’ gold coins beneath his cloak, Sunset behind him on a hill,
A soon resurrected heart goodness of will, The fire inside that soul, Realized as Judas’ goal.

The vision disappeared in a flash when Michael awoke with a start. Michael kicked Lucifer’s chin, blood spurting from his left nostril, his face sideways and claws up, the braches of the tree looking like demon hands.

Lucifer remembered the 666 sub devils falling into the ground, how his horns had turned black as a result.

Lucifer looked again at his sub angel, whose gazing eyes were full of fear.
He could see the eternity in that cowering angel’s eyes.
“I am sorry, Lucifer. As an Archangel I should not be violent, but we gave you enough chances to better yourself, even when you went way over the line.”
Michael turned around only to feel claws grab his legs and then land face forward on the ground. Michael looked into the night, only dust in front of him.
His legion was now below, if he understood it correctly, right below, being tossed and turned between ice and fire by an invisible twister. But where was the gate?
Lucifer turned around but Michael was still in the lead.

Where is my cave, the Callenian Cave? Yes, of course, my oasis. I see it.

The two wrestled until they both were about thirty feet from the tree, bloody and beaten.
Michael kicked his brother in the groin and made him cringe.
“Secrets?” Michael said. “What secrets lay under your skin?”
“I have none.” Lucifer answered. “Mine is an open heart.”
Lucifer punched Michael twice, once on the left and once on the right cheek.
Michael sunk down on his knees and growled. He looked down.
"I doubt very much that you have a heart … you had the nerve to question God.”
By the light of the full moon a howl was heard. The branches of the tree, which’d grown another inch now, made shadows on the plain. “Where did that howl come from?”
”I think your sub angel is crying, Lucifer!”
Lucifer shot up and aimed for the cave and Michael went after him, but half way there he was stopped by a light that came from above. It was like a bright spotlight that just became brighter as it descended. Lucifer horned and hoofed, stood with arched back and twisted fingers and looked up, eyes completely white, Michael thirty feet behind him, dumbfounded. A bolt of lightning came down and struck Lucifer, whose body convulsed and shook, fell to the ground and screamed, leaving echoes bouncing off the invisible walls of nowhere. He jerked up on his feet and grew still.
Then out of Lucifer emerged the white spirit he once had been. It had white wings and dark blond hair. It was young, handsome, and brave, dazzling in beauty, spiritual in frame. It hung midair, then spoke.

"I am your ruined future. Look at me through your bars, Lucifer."

Lucifer turned around and looked at Michael with eyes that spoke of fear and jerked around looking up at God. The light vanished and the spotlight left only the angel on the plains.
But as the angel took physical form it attacked Lucifer.
The two flew up and crossed the land, followed by Michael at a steady pace.
Into valleys they flew, by the minute more beaten, they grew angrier.
Two personas, one person. Two souls, one spirit. Two victories. One evictor.
Back on the plains, Purity dragged Impurity across the wilderness and it seemed to be clear that Purity had won. Seeds of Hwee-Aell-Sihl were dropping away from Impurity. The plants of forbidden fruit sprung up like weeds across the plains around the cave. Soon enough a forest was raging around them. And now the birds that were emerging out of the new woodwork did not croak, they screamed.
Lucifer, suddenly energetic from this newly found surrounding promoting his dark side, sprang up, leaving Purity to look wide-eyed at its brother in fear and be crushed under his left hoof.
Not long afterwards, the Devil that took form had killed his own Purity and had officially fallen. It lay dead by its feet and the Devil fell to his own and cried.
Michael stood behind him, pushed Lucifer against the cave wall and knocked him unconscious.

IMPRISONMENT
The cage door shut with a bang.
“This is not supposed to happen!”
”It is the only thing that could!”
“No” the dark angel cried. “We were brethren.”
"Your dear oasis awaits and I am leaving. Have a nice eternity." Michael started walking away.
Michael turned around and looked his brother in the eye from across the lake.
The dark angel was rattling the bars, scorpions at his feet. “Why have you put me in a cage?”
Michael faced his brother and the look in his features was so solemn and serious that it took Lucifer a while for him to catch his breath. "How many times do I have to turn around and reprimand you,
Lucifer?” There was a long break. "Do you think that the only thing that matters to God is your glory?"
Michael walked across the water a few steps. "Maybe you will learn modesty in here.”
Lucifer laughed cynically. "Don't you think I hate what I have become?" Lucifer shook his head, laughing down at his paws and looking up. "Don't you think I wanted something different? Isn't that regret?"
Michael looked down and sighed. "You have only yourself to blame, brother! Real regret means honesty, not just feeling the emotion and letting it be at that." Outside the rain was pouring down and there was a hollow naked cry coming from the wind gushing through the tunnel beyond the lake. "You kept on pushing to become this." Michael shook his head and sighed. “You called yourself God, you broke the cardinal rule and tampered with creation. You pay for it now.” He pointed at Lucifer and opened his eyes so much that the whites completely surrounded the iris. It was a threat, but a threat with calm and cool deliverance. “Think about it.”
"Who says there are any cardinal rules, Michael? Your Lord?" Lucifer cried. "I disregard him."
"You were created by something that created everything. I have a task. My mission, task and life."
"Well, what is my mission, my task and life? Can you tell me that?" Lucifer queried.
"Guarding the light."
“I am the greatest light, Michael. Follow me and we can be like we were ...”
Michael shook his head. "Don’t do this."
"Do what?"
“Tempt me. I am not you.” Michael laughed and shook his head. "You are just afraid of the truth."
He pointed around him and cackled, painfully, emphasizing: "I was born with my will of glory, with my vanity and lust for greed and fame ... I was born with it." He looked at the rats and scorpions in the cage. He looked down at the rats. Lucifer looked uncomfortable. Then he looked up at Michael again who said nothing. "I know you think the same thing as I do. I saw it in your eyes when we fought. I see it now!“
There was a long pause before Michael spoke again. "I dare not, Lucifer.”
"Then I will dare you to rot. I will fight God in every way until I see something that grants me to escape my fate."
"You cannot escape fate... Please don’t tempt me…”
"I didn't want my fate!" Lucifer cried. "I want something real, something else than the perfection of your lovable God." He pointed at the white figure on the rock. "I want something real such as that." Michael said nothing, but looked at the body of Lucifer they way he had been. "Something real such as death …" There was a painful silence and the two did not say anything for a while. "I am plagued by conscience ... But your silence speaks volumes, my friend. And so my life will be the body, because this world here..." He gestured around him. "... is a hoax!" He pointed very intently. "I will fight your God if I ever get out of here. I will fight him, because I believe that he is not the creator. I was the first one and you all disregard me.” Lucifer started crying. Michael had been looking at Lucifer's angelic blond beauty and how he was now. The difference was so huge. How could he ever have become this?
“Are you the creator then, Lucifer? ARE YOU? Your vanity in saying things that made you into what you are now! ARE YOU THE CREATOR THEN? BLOOD BROTHER?” Michael turned to leave, but faced his brother again. “Do you know why it hurts me to see you like this?”
Lucifer shook his head. “You never told me on the beach why, Michael. Tell me now.”
“You never pressed to know. You left, mumbling something about He Who Eternally Excels …”
Michael looked up at Lucifer. In a trance, struck by some far fetched thought, he gazed at his brother and tried to grasp if this was really true what he was thinking. He who eternally excels. The words, the initials, were familiar. But it was too far fetched. Lucifer broke the spell.
“What is the answer to my question?” Michael was back, the thought still lingering in his mind.
“Everything you feel, I feel. The sub angel is still cowering in the corner. That hint is enough.”
Lucifer looked over in the corner of the cave. The sub angel he had created out of the Hwee-Aeill-Sihl-Tree was there and pleading for him to release him. That was it: Hwee-Aell-Sihl. He who eternally excels. What was the connection? The tree and Lucifer? Had God …
“He is your creation. He will follow you forever, Lucifer, until you give in.” Lucifer shuddered.
“We were once one single star.” Michael shook his head, he was cold and afraid. For the first time he was afraid. “I have to go, it scares me.” Michael started walking away for the third time, but stopped and called over his own shoulder. “That is why all of this hurts me more than you think. That sub angel, your demon seed, will come to haunt you, believe me. One day, right here, you will be haunted by this creature.”
“Yes?”
Michael nodded. “You made this angel out of a forbidden seed. That angel will be there all the while. Tutor him in sadistic love if you want. One day he will turn on you. He doesn’t belong anywhere else but on his tree.”
“What did you say before? We were one star? Is that the great secret?”
Michael sighed. “God told me the night before the occurrence at the beach. Aren’t you listening to me, Lucifer?”
Lucy shook with fear. “We were …”
Michael nodded. “You are only the darker me.”
Lucifer started getting restless and shaking the bars.
He spat the words until they almost became only consonants: “I want to change!” Lucifer cried: “Michael, take me back in time!” A scorpion crawled up through the bars up toward Lucifer. Unaware of its presence, he smashed his hand down on the cage floor upon it crushing it to pieces. He looked down on it. "I'm sorry!"
“Goodbye!"
“Don’t go!”
“I am leaving, because you won’t listen to my warnings.”
“What warnings?”
“Your diligently absorbing worries overshadow your danger. Your immortality will be walking hand in hand with anger and hate forever for what you have done.”
He looked up with a look of a victim scorned. "You ..." he said and pointed with a shivering hand, "are delusional!" His brother looked down. "Someone else is holding the strings! Someone else is in charge.”
“Who then? Who? Lucifer, wake up! You failed! Stop blaming everything on God. You say that because you cannot stand losing.”
“Is that all you think I care about? I tried to be a part of your group.”
"Our group was yours. You are an angel, made by God. Our group was the same as your group.” Michael looked down. “You should’ve resisted temptation.”
Michael started walking away, his wings flapping sadly behind him.
"I am telling you … Listen to me!" Lucifer saw a rat sitting beside him nodding its head. The rat said something. Again the hollow sound of the moaning wind through the tunnel beyond the lake gave off a peculiar eerie spiritual stench. The rat nodded. Then he suddenly jerked his head over at the dead body of himself as an angel on the rock. It sat up and looked at him. It smiled. Its eyes were wide open. It was jabbing with its mouth and singing strange songs of Darkness. Lucifer shook his head violently and rattled the bars. “Why are you leaving? I don’t want to be abandoned."
Lucifer was left alone with the rats and the scorpions and with the dead body of an angelic past on a rock. The rat seemed to smile. Back in heaven, God sent a storm over the land, killing everything above ground. The sub angel was still cowering in the corner, wishing himself back on the tree in Eden and the pure Lucifer was on the stone, seeing creatures only Lucifer could see. God forgot about the cave and its prisoner, whilst the prisoner remembered the dawn back on the beach. Inside the cave, Lucifer looked down the long January tunnel and its light that led to some unknown place where screams echoed in the dungeon.

ESCAPE AND FLIGHT OF A FORMER ARCHANGEL
Michael, Metatron and Raphael were walking about in the cave of Yambalah. Drops of ice fell down from the cave walls and there must have been several quantities of musk climbing the ivies of rich stone behind the cage that Michael had built for Lucifer years ago. The cage’s lock had been chewed open and the January tunnel in front lead into a light whose goal was yet to be discovered. Having passed the screaming birds had been difficult. Warding off the grabbing branches had not. But now they were here. Lucifer was not. He looked at the body of Purity, still dead on the stone as he had remembered.
"He who eternally excels above everyone lies lusty steadfast in his lifestyle." Was there a pattern?
"Remember I told you about the occurrence at the beach, Metatron?" The large angel nodded. “You told me that he spoke in riddles."
"What are the initials of that sentence on the rock?"
Metatron read the letters. "H.W.E.E.A.E.I.L.L.S.I.H.L"
Metatron rubbed his chin. “Does that fit the actual riddle?”
Michael half-smiled. "The tree. He was hinting.”
"Do you really think ...?" They looked at each other.
Raphael had been inspecting the cage, whose bars literally had been chewed open, when he came over to the stone. "There's a carving on the stone."
“Another?” The two angels joined their friend. “Let us gaze.”
He read it and looked at his friends with eager eyes. "Do you think Lucifer on purpose chose exactly those words to resemble the initials of the tree?”
Raphael shook his head. "The cage has been chewed open. Lucifer is no longer here ... And there is a carving on the cage floor ... It all fits. But why? Was Lucifer hinting he’d steal seeds from the tree?”
"What does it say?"
"Hwee-Aeill-Sihl. H.E.L.L. - He excels in Lover’s lust. The tree is growing."
"Just like on the stone." Metatron seemed to be in another world. “If I only knew.”
Involuntarily they looked at the January tunnel. ”There is a light down there.”
Michael nodded. "There are sounds.”
Metatron, Raphael and Michael were wandering about across the water of the January tunnel. Once they had reached the end of it, they saw the magic right climb to heaven that had been officially created by Lucifer to connect the deep with the top.
But there was a road to the left leading downwards that had not been there before. The three angels looked at each other and shook their heads. There were wails and screams and a red beam that seemed to be there that was new.
Metatron spoke again. “Angelic warfare …”
“On that universal level? Does the Lord allow that to happen?”
"War." Michael softly said shaking himself more than anyone else. “Yes. If it is necessary.”
Metatron shook his head. "My mind is full of riddle. Maybe you can inform us as his blood brother." But Michael could only shake his head. “There is more to it than that to figuring him out. I saw his eyes at the beach.” As Michael gazed to his right he noticed that the red light had grown stronger and the wails louder. “What is down there?”
Raphael shrugged. “The remains of the souls that were tempted after Eve ate the apple.”
Metatron sighed, his soul searching for an answer inside his own spirit, looking at the moss on the walls and the icicles hanging from the cave ceiling. “We must not forget, brethren, that our former brother hath developed sorcery through the centuries in captivity.”
Michael looked at the kind angel, wincing. The awake stare was one of surprise and anguish, a look that spoke of a realization surfacing like a stone to the shore. “He was the snake.” They all nodded, agreeing. And as the three angels walked back across the water to fly home and converse with God about this, screams echoed in the pits and one angel remained.
The pure one lay left alone there on his stone, waiting for an eternity to pass.

REBECCA, TEMPTATION
The Land of Yambalah had risen in only one hundred years to become a city inhabited by two hundred souls. Marketplaces and city halls had been erected, schools and shops and even inns and innkeepers and woodcutters and barbershops. It was a peaceful city with no crime and no prostitution, thus a place of peace and love. The nature in the area was glorious and the inhabitants, Adam & Eve's children and grandchildren and other men and women God had put upon the Earth to faithfully breed were proud of the glorious surrounding they saw every day upon awakening.
There was a pasture where the cows grazed contentedly. The meadow was on the hillside and especially rich. So Rebecca, a lovely ripe girl of seventeen with red flaming hair, would go and milk them there. She did that almost every day, so it was nothing new that was happening the day that she was seduced for the first time. In her future lay the decay and destruction of a thousand nightmares.
The spot really had the finest grass in Yambalah. Rebecca, contrary to the others, didn't believe there were demons down there at all, but she was the only one that dared to go near the place because she was not afraid of rats and snakes. She and her husband Joseph closed the cows in there and took them out again. Only Rebecca dared to stay to milk them on the hillside pasture.
That day the thing that she didn't believe in returned from the depths of the cave she thought only had rats and snakes. But the rats and snakes had a friend. She had been sitting milking in solitude and singing a song when she saw a pair of hooves with red legs. They looked like they would've belonged to a red-legged bull standing on its two feet. But the creature had a forked tail. It was large, at least seven feet. It had horns and sharp, black teeth. It had red skin and black fur. It was not human, yet not completely animal. She must've been too scared too scream, because for a moment she thought her heart skipped a beat and started thumping too irregularly to return back, after a while faster than normal. She tried to run, but all she did was kick down the milk pitcher under the cow. The milk trickled down the grass and down the hill and looked like drool. Normally when that happened she would laugh and sigh, now she screamed and carried on and cursed herself for her stupidity and tried to save some of her sanity. Then, on the ground, she turned around and just kept watching those red eyes. She had never seen anything like that before. She should’ve been running for her life, after all she was a mile or so from her own house. But she just kept looking into those eyes and that evil mouth and could ... never ... move, unless the creature told her to. The man, the beast, was smiling. It was a ghastly smile, an evil smile full of spite and hate, yet, so attractive. Yes, attractive. Alluring and ... horny. Something in her, her crotch, was saying with a soft voice: I like this man. I LIKE HIS ...
"Hello, Rebecca!" the creature said and smiled. She jumped a step back and the beast smiled, lovingly. Rebecca shivered, not daring to say a thing. The chest of the beast was muscular and was rising and falling with a husky deep-throated sneering loud breath, as if some little one-eyed dwarf with a blue helmet, a gigantic cold to his name, was blowing flames on ice in there and would cough any minute, but
couldn't. There was a laugh in that breath that made her smile and cry simultaneously. That terrified her. Every breath told her a story. She was fascinated by that story. But the storyteller made her want to scream. She felt herself being attracted to the sheer physicality of that chest, though, like she never had before to any chest of any man. This was not a man and yet ... it was. So who ... was this? Rebecca tried to
speak, but couldn't.
"He --" She tried again. "Hel-…" Her lip trembled. "Hell- ... Oh ..." Her dress fluttered and showed a bit of her leg. She looked into the beast’s eyes and it saw through her.
It was as if the beast saw through her.
"Hello!" The beast grinned at her. "Sorry about the milk!"
"That's all right!" She found herself calming down. She swallowed. "Who ..." The creature raised its one eyebrow. "Who … uhh ... are you?“
"My name is Lucifer, Rebecca.“
She shook her head. "I'm s-sorry. But ... we ... haven't been properly introduced ..." She swallowed hard. So hard, in fact that he could hear the gulp. "Yet! “
The devil shook his head and shot his gigantic head up and laughed into the morning air displaying the only two white teeth he had left, his side fangs, the teeth he had chewed with for a thousand years. "You are a sweet one, aren't you, now?" His laugh was so dark and rich that Rebecca felt a tingling sensation down ... there. It was a strange and new, dangerous and exciting thing that was happening to her. The more she felt it the more she wanted it. But the laugh scared her and it made her jump out of her chair and fidget with her fingers and arms as if three bees were flying around her and she tried to wave them off. The cow somehow transfixed and numb up until now just like the others ran away and left her standing there. The chair fell over and Rebecca jumped four feet up in the air and ran ten steps away with it and then turned around to face the beast again. It chuckled, uttering a deep throated sneer. It was the basso-giggle of a very randy man who couldn't help laughing at the silly frilliness of his latest conquest, his head shaking involuntarily and then settling down, his eyes looking at her from below, his whites shining brightly like the angel of death. “Could we talk?” His mouth twitched and his upper lip curled. The first syllable of his next word waited to emerge from his tongue, the inner muscle glued to his gum with hard intensity, making the final Kh- of the word could ... sound a pop like a pebble waiting to be shot at the bulls eye of Becky's large and very becoming cleavage. He sucked on the consonant for a while like a kid would on a lollipop. He spat it out, drooling. "Could we talk somewhere … just you and I?"
"If ... if you like to ... then right here … is fine ..." She smiled and tried to compose herself and looked down. She nodded and said with a cold voice. "How may I help you, sir?" She straightened out her dress and the man walked up and breathed on her, silently. She shook her head and all that official coldness disappeared at once. His eyes were hot as ice.
"I am new in town. I am here to make new friends!" He smiled. "You see , sweet one ..." He said, talking matter-of-fact now, walking up the hill slowly with her, laying his right hand across her right shoulder, embracing her, leading her to a sure pitfall, up to the village. She was looking down, fighting to let go but her body going with him like a girl would do looking at her shoes when her priest came by to inspect her forbidden games. This priest was leading her to the grave. "... I have been so lonely these past years!" She was wearing a white dress with a red vest that lifted her bosom as the bottom of her frock swayed in the wind. "I do need some company and would like to know something about ..." He stopped. She stopped as well. She was petrified of him. There was no turning back. For the wise part in her was unaccoustomed to challenge. It was as if all her worst fears had come to visit her in incarnated form and knew it. But yet she loved him ... Loved Him? Why? She felt a feeling she had never felt. Something she had only felt in bed, once, with Joseph, yet. Was that why? Yes ...She thought about it for a bit. He was
gesturing at the landscape of the rising of the hill above like a ruler looking at his land with his daughter. His eyes looked to the side, upwards, his right hand still embracing her right shoulder and freezing his left. "... your village!" He snapped his head to her left and smiled. "Mmh- ... what do you call it?" They stopped and came face to face. He was holding her by both shoulders now and Rebecca looked like a scared but gorgeous angora-cat up at this beast. His left eyebrow raised as he gave a beaming half-smile after looking up from her cleavage. Rebecca was shivering and her bosom shivering with it. He loved that part of it.
"Uhmmm ..." Rebecca thought. She could not say anything at all. Her mind was occupied with other thoughts. "Eh-hrrm ..." Lucifer smiled again, waiting patiently as if waiting for a sick child's first words after returning to school. "Yambalah!" Her words were confident now. He had gotten her by the ... crotch. He smiled. Her eyes beamed and she smiled. She was in his grip. "Our village's name is Yambalah! We would like to welcome you most heartily, sir, and invite you for tea." He laughed. Now the girl was confident and he spoke through her. "Maybe you could even get a position helping our leaders. Maybe you could even become our leader. If you like the idea of becoming a leader, that is. We would need one, you see ... It does get frightfully boring up here ..." She had imitated his refined accent. Her words had been spat out so fast that she tried to keep up with them. Her eyes were lowered and now it was as if she had lost her purity. She was someone that had been lured into a crime and was being sent to the gallows. She looked down and walked next to Lucifer a loser as they walked up the hill. Her bosom ripe and her back crouched. She was a prisoner of his vanity.
Lucifer looked up the hill with the look of a criminal who had raped his first victim. He smiled and nodded and said only one thing. "I'd be delighted to help you, Sweetie!“ In his mind his feet were dancing the big old boogaloo, as if it had been invented yet, his thoughts flickering like a silent flame waiting to pour hot lava over swaying fingers and deceiving digits. "One down ... One-Hundred-and-Ninety-Nine to go ..." Silently the two walked up to Yambalah to do ill. “Give me a tour of your kingdom!” He said and Rebecca nodded happily. In her eyes he could see that she was all his.

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