God and Lucifer
Are all fallen angels sinners? Why did so many fall? Have every single one of them fallen from heaven due to sins they committed? Or were they mere followers that latched onto the ideologies of the original sinner, Lucifer? Or were they something more ominous? Puppet masters perhaps? Did Lucifer get caught up in the whispered transgressions of those around him? Or was he merely guilty of questioning God? Isn’t it said that Lucifer was God’s first, perfect creation? And isn’t it said that it wasn’t until Lucifer, Satan –whatever you want to call him – was cast out once he began to question the sovereignty in which God ruled? Well, that all depends on which religious doctrine you read, which religious leader you speak to and which spiritual path you take.
What makes the story of Lucifer so much fun is that we, as writers – as people – are able to take the bits of information provided by the multitude of resources available to us and write the story for ourselves.
I can change his name and imagine his purpose to be different, much different, than what I was taught at Sunday School. Maybe he was a vessel created to house despair. Maybe he filled himself up with the pain of others so they, the humans and angels alike, would not need to feel such suffering. Maybe someone will write him as the second half of a whole – the yin to God’s yang if you will. Because I truly believe – and if you read TORN, you know what I am talking about – that there cannot be light without darkness. There cannot be hope without despair. And maybe that’s all the Devil really is – a weight to balance the scales of our world. It’s like a game of chess between heaven and hell.
I can change what he looks like. Horns, pointy tail, claw like fingers? Eeesh…I guess. Blonde hair, blue eyes? More like it. Black hair, dark soulful eyes? Even better. Scary? Maybe. Sexy? Oh yes. Bad boys do make for good fiction…. But I digress.
The point is, the Bible and other religious doctrines were written so long ago and written based on word of mouth, that we can now imagine what the world once was. Was the world filled with angels before humans? Did they love and marry and hate and kill? If you believe what you read, then yes. So why not spin the stories of the fallen to suit our own imaginations? It doesn’t make us blasphemous. It makes us writers.