The Wrath of Jeremy (31 page)

“It’s going to break,” yelled Gabriel, seeing
the cracks traveling in separate directions.

God slowly got up with tears in his eyes, and
looked at Lucifer with shock and hurt. Luke yelled out to Jeremy,
“Jeremy, come on, we have to leave now, the floor is going to cave
in!”

The cracks formed around Jeremy’s feet,
slicing in every direction, but Jeremy still stood, peering toward
God’s tears and Lucifer’s fear-filled body, craving to see what
would happen next. Jeremy yelled back to Luke, “No, I have to see,
I have to see what happens! I have to see!” Jeremy then saw God
cry, his tears forming into bright, pulsating light as they fell to
the cracking glass that formed the floor.

The love that Lucifer had for God shined
through at that moment, realizing he hurt the one he loved the
most. Lucifer stood in silence, and all he could say was, “I’m
sorry, Father … I don’t know what came over me.” Lucifer stopped
and cried hard, engulfing his words to the point where only his
tears could be heard. “I’m—” Lucifer pleaded, being cut off by the
sight of young Jesus entering the room and hitting Lucifer in the
face with a bright light that shot out from his right hand.

The tears of Jesus flushed out from his blue
eyes. “Why did you do what you did?” asked the Savior. God walked
up to Lucifer slowly while the floor was beginning to crack even
more and Jesus just stood and watched with tears of sorrow flushing
out from his eyes. The feeling of betrayal ran through God’s mind
and Jesus’s eyes, creating the tears that Lucifer witnessed,
squeezing at his own heart, yearning to have God’s forgiveness be
spoken right there and then.

Lucifer began shaking his head at Jesus,
speechless, bewildered as to what he did, becoming afraid of
himself. Unexpectedly, God then hit Lucifer with a bright light
that came from his chest and caused him to plunge to the ground in
soreness. When he fell, he caused the floor to crack completely and
the glass shattered into a billion pieces and fell to the clouds
below. Jeremy, when Lucifer fell and broke the glass, ran away as
the floor quickly broke toward the clouds below, running with Luke
out of the room just in the nick of time, before the floor went
completely. They both turned around to see what happened next to
Lucifer. Jeremy concentrated deeply on Lucifer’s eyes, seeing him,
God and Jesus levitate in the air while their wings formed from
their backs and flew rapidly in order to keep them in one position.
Lucifer’s wings, being bloody and a few feathers missing from the
fight before with the other angel children, fluttered quickly,
hurting Lucifer as they moved, but not letting him down when it
came to flight.

God looked at Lucifer with dismayed eyes,
feeling deceived because of Lucifer’s actions, feeling pain for the
first time. God then turned to Jesus, still with a shield of tears,
and then back to Lucifer, when the shield broke and more tears fell
from his face of intrigue, with the tears crying themselves,
howling with a roar of betrayal. Weeping took over God’s actions,
and when it came to Lucifer, he realized he was at the point of no
return, the point where “sorry” wasn’t good enough; the point that
he never wanted to be at.

“I’m sorry, Lucifer,” God cried.

Jeremy watched closely, with tears falling
from his eyes, and his pupils reflected God, hitting Lucifer with
another flash of light, causing Lucifer’s wings to turn red.

“I gave you everything,” God spoke with rage
and hurt in his voice. “I even gave you my love, and you turned
against it all, you turned against me!”

Lucifer started crying even more, never
seeing this side of his father before, never wanting to see it
again, not knowing what to do or how to change his father’s mind.
In the distant skies stood the beautiful angel woman named Sam,
seeing the fight, weeping out in melancholy toward Lucifer’s
actions, with him not seeing her at all. Jeremy’s eyes caught the
angel Sam, and he raised his voice to Luke, saying, “There’s that
girl again. Luke, who is she? She looks just like our Sam.”

“That’s because she is, Jeremy. Just
watch.”

The great battle continued, with pride taking
over in Lucifer’s eyes, seeing the other angel children in the
distance, by the doorway where Jeremy and Luke stood, with fear in
their eyes; Lucifer didn’t want to show them his weakness. As soon
as he turned back to God’s image, the angel children ran away,
leaving Lucifer there alone, still believing they were watching him
and judging his bravery with their supposedly innocent eyes. So, he
wiped his tears away and didn’t beg to God for his mercy. Even
though he wanted to, yearned to, his pride was so great that he
craved to show the angel children he wasn’t afraid of God’s will
and powers, even though their eyes were nowhere to be found.

Jeremy, tears still falling down from his
pale face, looked at Lucifer in bafflement, wanting to have him
apologize to God more and more, but not hearing anything come from
Lucifer’s voice. Sam, with angelic beauty, yearned for Lucifer to
apologize as well, but all of their eyes caught the sight of God’s
anger, still weeping from rage, giving out a roar that cast wind
throughout the room.

God roared, “You … shall now be called
‘Satan’!”

Lucifer began growing horns from his scalp,
screaming with pain as blood rushed down from his head while the
horns shot out of it. His nails started to grow larger, and his
eyes turned blood red.

“Come on, Jeremy, we must go now,” said Luke,
pulling Jeremy by the arms. “You don’t want to see this!”

“Yes, I do, just leave me alone, I want to
see what happens. I want to see what happens to me!” Jeremy pulled
away from Luke’s tug, and watched Lucifer’s brightly lit body turn
into a low dim of red. His red wings suddenly stopped moving and he
started to plummet with great speed. Since there was no floor to
fall upon, Lucifer started to descend toward the clouds, when
abruptly he grabbed onto God’s white robe and tried to pull his
flightless body upwards. He gazed down at the clouds and realized
if he let go, he was going to fall, plummet to a place that wasn’t
known to him, a place that was beyond and below the earth. Lucifer
then glanced toward the doorway where the angel children had been
standing, and finally discovered that they were gone, no longer
judging his strengths with their eyes, not witnessing this moment
of evil versus good.

So Lucifer turned quickly back to God, seeing
him looking down at his face in sadness, and let out his true
feelings, swallowing his pride and crying, “No…Father…please no…
I’m so sorry!”

After his cry, Lucifer lost his grip from
fatigue, and fell when, unexpectedly, God grabbed onto his left
hand, where Lucifer was left dangling in the air. “Why?” God asked,
with Lucifer being ready to spill out his guilt and honesty. Yet,
before his voice was heard, Lucifer turned to the northern part of
the sky he was dangling in and saw the angel children idle,
floating in the heavens and gawking at his action. He caught the
sight of them laughing at his weakness, causing Lucifer’s mind to
grasp the eccentric evil again.

He turned back to God’s face, and replied
loudly so the angel children could hear from their great distance,
“Because I am more powerful than you!” He then shot out a great,
red light with power in its sweltering ball, toward God’s chest,
striking it hard, with pain to follow in God’s eyes. “If I go, you
go to,” he shouted, crawling up God’s white robe in panic and
reaching his shoulders. There, Lucifer reached over God’s head and
grabbed onto a statue of an angel that hung from the ceiling of the
room, getting a good grip and pulling himself onto it. He then shot
out a blaze of fire toward God’s wings, stopping them from
fluttering, causing his own Father to soar toward the clouds and
fall quickly with a speed of greatness. God began to work his wings
again, and stopped his fall, but Lucifer shot out another blaze of
fire toward his wings, stopping them once again, causing God to
plummet even more toward the abyss of evil. Every time God would
start his wings again, Lucifer would stop them with his powers,
looking at the angel children in the distance, wanting them to see
that he was more powerful than the man who created them.

“My love, please stop it,” the angelic Sam
wept out, making Lucifer turn his head toward her beauty and
understand that he was doing wrong. Through this, he lost sight of
hurting his father, and just stared at Sam, seeing her crying out
to him, wanting her tears to stop before his began. Through her
weeping, Lucifer understood what he had done, but it was too late
for him now. “I love you,” she said, placing her hands to her eyes,
weeping so greatly that the tears could be seen flowing through her
fingers.

But then, in the clouds of thickness and
beauty, a figure was shown to all their eyes, flying quickly toward
God’s plummet.

Jeremy asked Luke, “What’s that?”

“Who do you think it is, Jeremy?” Luke
answered; their eyes saw that it was a man angel that grabbed onto
God’s body to stop his fall. The man angel brought God back up to
the room and Lucifer’s eyes beamed anger at this man’s presence.
God’s own wings began to work again, and there hovered this man of
mystery and God, both gawking at Lucifer who sat on a statue which
hung from the ceiling. “It’s Michael. You know him as ‘Saint
Michael’.”

Saint Michael, with fury in his flutter, shot
toward Lucifer, grabbed onto the large statue that hung from the
ceiling, and pulled at it, fluttering his wings faster and faster,
trying to pull the statue down with Lucifer on it. Lucifer started
to cry again, showing his true emotion toward the situation. Yet,
of course, he glanced toward the skies, and saw the angel children,
still watching him strongly, causing his emotions to turn from
tears to laughter, forgetting that his love, Sam, was still in the
skies, weeping at his actions, wanting him to stop this rage.
“What, Michael, too weak for it?” laughed Lucifer, shooting out a
blaze of fire toward St. Michael, missing him, but burning a
feather from his right wing. He then, with laughter still coming
out, turned to God that hovered in the air, and saw God looking up
at him, staring at Lucifer with sadness as he hung from the ceiling
with St. Michael still fighting to pull the statue off from it so
it would fall with Lucifer. The statue weakened, and pulled partly
off of the ceiling, dangling from it, while Lucifer hung onto one
of the marble wings, fighting for his grip. He suddenly caught
sight again of Sam in the eastern sky. He saw her eyes, flushed
with tears, and abruptly understood the evil malevolence that was
taking over him, accepting it, yet longing for the love again that
his father gave to him, as well as the woman he loved. Their stares
continued, with Lucifer’s red eyes turning away from Sam
instantaneously.

“Goodbye, my son,” cried God.

He heard those words, and turned his red eyes
toward God. “Father, I–,” shouted Lucifer, before God pushed St.
Michael gently out of the way, and pulled on the statue himself,
completely tearing off the ceiling with his force. Lucifer still
hung onto the statue, as they both plummeted downwards, with God
wondering what it was that Lucifer wanted to say, and Sam, still in
the distance, crying for her love. Lucifer cried out, falling
faster down through the clouds, and Jeremy’s tears fell just as
fast, knowing that Lucifer was going to land in the depths of the
waste and void that was known as earth’s damnation.

Jeremy bawled out hard, with Luke hugging him
tightly, and Jeremy’s teary eyes gaped at God and Michael, seeing
them embracing tightly, not even noticing that the angel children
in the distance were laughing non-stop at Lucifer’s descent. He
caught the sight of Sam as well, still filled with sadness, and
then amazingly her eyes met his own, smiling at Jeremy before she
flew away into the blue-lit skies.

Suddenly, Jeremy found himself back in the
old cave, staring at Jesus’s eyes while his image stood on the
Kerchief, having Jeremy’s own eyes hurting from so many tears. He
swabbed his tears and dropped the Kerchief, wanting to run out of
the cave.

Luke grabbed onto his hand. “Jeremy, why are
you running?” Luke asked as Jeremy fell to the ground, crying
hysterically.

“Luke, I don’t understand…I don’t understand
why I’m here!” Luke sat down on the ground and began rubbing
Jeremy’s brown hair like a father would a son, feeling Jeremy’s
tortured mind, knowing he was overwhelmed with this memory, this
curse of who he was or is. Jeremy didn’t want it to be true, he
wanted it to be false, yearning for all this to be a dream with a
nightmare attached.

“You see, Jeremy, Jastian—” Luke said, before
Jeremy interrupted him.

Jeremy yelled out, “First off, who the hell
is Jastian? Tell me, Luke. Please tell me. And please tell me why
Lucifer fell.” And so Luke stood in silence with Jeremy, knowing
that he was the key to Jeremy comprehending his life. He felt a new
type of responsibility blowing in the wind, knowing what he had to
do for Jeremy’s great adventure to go on. Luke watched Jeremy’s
glossy eyes closely, seeing that he focused his confusion toward
Sam, and knew that Jeremy’s reason for wanting to know more than
one question was going to be a challenge in itself—a challenge that
Luke had to take on.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

T
he darkness still
shadowed the land, confining Jeremy’s eyes to the sandy ground.
Feeling the cold breeze hastening against his eyes, it propelled
some old tears away while new ones birthed, with Luke being their
only witness. Gabriel, Michael, David, Mary and Sam lay motionless
on the ground, sound asleep, while Luke stood up and lit a torch by
the cave, trying to think of the right way he should answer
Jeremy’s questions. They both knew that the others didn’t know yet
that they had returned from being in the cave, didn’t know yet that
Jeremy was crying from not wanting to remember who he really was.
Again Jeremy wiped his tears away, watching them fall to the sandy
ground. Suddenly he noticed that on his fingertips were long, dirty
nails, that stood an inch higher than his normal short nails. He
gawked at his long nails, shocked eyes filled with anxiety from the
reflection of the nails, causing Jeremy to cry in a silent fashion,
“What’s happening to me, Luke? Why are my nails long?”