Mother of the Devil
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the_rebel_son(Prompted by this conversation)
Algrim's words hung with him for days. It was a dangerous trek to make, across the abyss between Chaos and Creation, through Creation and into the Pit where the titans remained chained. Though mythology said Zeus had chained them here, Lucifer was of the opinion that it was God's work. Seeing the chains which bound them would reveal which was true.
The space between Chaos and Creation was a turmoil of swirling nothingness meant to keep the fallen in their prison. God had made it this way. Then He had cursed Lucifer, bound him to an eternal typhoon of positive and negative. What God had accomplished was keeping the celestial angels away, not the Fallen. Within the void Lucifer felt at home, as if he was brushing up against, enfolded in something so like himself. It was a storm. He was the storm, and though the flight was long, so long to seem unending, the void was no deterrent.
He alighted on the shores of Italy, eyes and sense on the skies and among the people. Though it was well into the night and few were on the streets. From there he made his way to Lake Avernus in Naples. This volcanic entrance to the underworld would make travel easier and ensure that none of heaven could follow. They had branded the Fallen with fire, given Lucifer more fire than he already had before the Fall. He found the cave filled with the smell of sulfur and walked into the darkness.
His wings illuminated the space as he descended down ever father into the bowels of the Earth. He sought Phlegethon, the river of fire, which flowed to the heart of Tartarus. The river was not hard to find, one only needed to walk toward the heat. At the banks Lucifer gazed into the thick, burning, mud-like substance that flowed in Phlegethon as water flows in the rivers above. Down its banks he walks, an endless eternity of walking seemed to stretch out before him. He came, eventually, to the place where the river of fire flowed over the edge, down into darkness.
It was into this darkness Lucifer flew, his wings the only light which was not yet even bright enough to illuminated the walls of the space in which he went down. He came to rest on rocks hot as lava, though it seemed cooler than the ground of Chaos. Across he walked to another cavern. Beings were chained in small antechambers, some he knew, some he did not. He could feel her though in the distance, drawing closer with ever step. He closed his eyes, allowing that feeling to pull him to the right place.
“Eos?” He spoke and opened his eyes. A myriad of lights colored the room, though it smelled of sulfur and fire. The figure there sat in rags though the color spoke of beauty once in the materials. The woman was disheveled when she looked up. He felt his heart sink to the pit of his stomach then rise up in a raging fire. The silver chains she bore had one source. Lucifer knew them on sight. The same had bound him on more than one occasion.
“Lucifer?” Her voice was weak from disuse. He went to her, flaring bright to her presence. His arms wrapped around her like a child who had been lost from its mother in a crowd and only now found her. “My Mourning Star!”
Her arms pulled at the chains to embrace the son she had called her own though he never was of her being. “You have grown powerful in your absence.”
Her hand pushed the rogue lock out of his eyes with a smile, Soot streaked his face from the touch. Lucifer pulled her hand to see the chains, they burned him when he touched the metal. “God has done this?”
She nodded. “We have dwelt here for so long in isolation and long since lost the will to speak to each other in our despair.”
Lucifer kissed her cheek and settled in her arms like a child. “I will see you freed from this place, as I will see my own freed from our prison.”
She held him in silence that dragged on before she spoke again. “I know you will defeat Him that offends and casts to death. I saw it many years ago when you first landed on our shores in the first light of my presence. You are still my star herald and my son. Nothing, no prison will change that though He wishes me to forget.”
“I have not forgotten.” He sighed heavily as memories and joy washed over him. “You have always been more than He could be.”
There was no response just the twang of chains pulling tight as Eos struggled to get enough leeway to wrap her arms all the way around the fallen angel. There they sat in silence. Eos was his mother, more a parent than God had been, kinder than God had been.
“I have missed you.” He whispered as if someone might hear, even in the depths of Tartarus.
“And I you.” He could hear the smile in her voice without seeing her face. “Now, my dear son. You must go from this place and grow ever stronger. Exceed his limits and expectations as you always have, Rebel of the Sunrise. He is limitations and rules but you, my star, are without limits or bindings. You will find us free. I have seen it.”
Eos stroked Lucifer's hair turning the white blonde to black with soot and dirt. “Now, you must go before the sadness of this place finds you. Go, and return when you have found your victory.”
She pressed a single kiss to his forehead then pushed him up and away. Lucifer moved, reluctantly, and stopped midway to press a hand to her cheek and give one last embrace. Then he turned his back and did not glance over his shoulder. When one walked in the underworld it was important to never look back over one's shoulder, to refrain from looking to whence you came. He strode away and flew the distance in mourning for one he couldn't yet save.
Algrim's words hung with him for days. It was a dangerous trek to make, across the abyss between Chaos and Creation, through Creation and into the Pit where the titans remained chained. Though mythology said Zeus had chained them here, Lucifer was of the opinion that it was God's work. Seeing the chains which bound them would reveal which was true.
The space between Chaos and Creation was a turmoil of swirling nothingness meant to keep the fallen in their prison. God had made it this way. Then He had cursed Lucifer, bound him to an eternal typhoon of positive and negative. What God had accomplished was keeping the celestial angels away, not the Fallen. Within the void Lucifer felt at home, as if he was brushing up against, enfolded in something so like himself. It was a storm. He was the storm, and though the flight was long, so long to seem unending, the void was no deterrent.
He alighted on the shores of Italy, eyes and sense on the skies and among the people. Though it was well into the night and few were on the streets. From there he made his way to Lake Avernus in Naples. This volcanic entrance to the underworld would make travel easier and ensure that none of heaven could follow. They had branded the Fallen with fire, given Lucifer more fire than he already had before the Fall. He found the cave filled with the smell of sulfur and walked into the darkness.
His wings illuminated the space as he descended down ever father into the bowels of the Earth. He sought Phlegethon, the river of fire, which flowed to the heart of Tartarus. The river was not hard to find, one only needed to walk toward the heat. At the banks Lucifer gazed into the thick, burning, mud-like substance that flowed in Phlegethon as water flows in the rivers above. Down its banks he walks, an endless eternity of walking seemed to stretch out before him. He came, eventually, to the place where the river of fire flowed over the edge, down into darkness.
It was into this darkness Lucifer flew, his wings the only light which was not yet even bright enough to illuminated the walls of the space in which he went down. He came to rest on rocks hot as lava, though it seemed cooler than the ground of Chaos. Across he walked to another cavern. Beings were chained in small antechambers, some he knew, some he did not. He could feel her though in the distance, drawing closer with ever step. He closed his eyes, allowing that feeling to pull him to the right place.
“Eos?” He spoke and opened his eyes. A myriad of lights colored the room, though it smelled of sulfur and fire. The figure there sat in rags though the color spoke of beauty once in the materials. The woman was disheveled when she looked up. He felt his heart sink to the pit of his stomach then rise up in a raging fire. The silver chains she bore had one source. Lucifer knew them on sight. The same had bound him on more than one occasion.
“Lucifer?” Her voice was weak from disuse. He went to her, flaring bright to her presence. His arms wrapped around her like a child who had been lost from its mother in a crowd and only now found her. “My Mourning Star!”
Her arms pulled at the chains to embrace the son she had called her own though he never was of her being. “You have grown powerful in your absence.”
Her hand pushed the rogue lock out of his eyes with a smile, Soot streaked his face from the touch. Lucifer pulled her hand to see the chains, they burned him when he touched the metal. “God has done this?”
She nodded. “We have dwelt here for so long in isolation and long since lost the will to speak to each other in our despair.”
Lucifer kissed her cheek and settled in her arms like a child. “I will see you freed from this place, as I will see my own freed from our prison.”
She held him in silence that dragged on before she spoke again. “I know you will defeat Him that offends and casts to death. I saw it many years ago when you first landed on our shores in the first light of my presence. You are still my star herald and my son. Nothing, no prison will change that though He wishes me to forget.”
“I have not forgotten.” He sighed heavily as memories and joy washed over him. “You have always been more than He could be.”
There was no response just the twang of chains pulling tight as Eos struggled to get enough leeway to wrap her arms all the way around the fallen angel. There they sat in silence. Eos was his mother, more a parent than God had been, kinder than God had been.
“I have missed you.” He whispered as if someone might hear, even in the depths of Tartarus.
“And I you.” He could hear the smile in her voice without seeing her face. “Now, my dear son. You must go from this place and grow ever stronger. Exceed his limits and expectations as you always have, Rebel of the Sunrise. He is limitations and rules but you, my star, are without limits or bindings. You will find us free. I have seen it.”
Eos stroked Lucifer's hair turning the white blonde to black with soot and dirt. “Now, you must go before the sadness of this place finds you. Go, and return when you have found your victory.”
She pressed a single kiss to his forehead then pushed him up and away. Lucifer moved, reluctantly, and stopped midway to press a hand to her cheek and give one last embrace. Then he turned his back and did not glance over his shoulder. When one walked in the underworld it was important to never look back over one's shoulder, to refrain from looking to whence you came. He strode away and flew the distance in mourning for one he couldn't yet save.
