Chapter Eight: The Book of Wraith

Along the headlands, where the sun met the sea, is the dais in which the Lord takes convocation. At the shores, the first few gather. Then more until each and every person joins in to listen. He defines his words so that none will be mixed, diluted, or bent in such a way that they are used for wrong. It is to be instilled at birth and ingrained in everyone to do as God does.

Lucifer's voice echoed through the cavern walls.

He said, "I was there when the Bible was created. What God said was profound, one after another. He never stopped trying to make heaven a better place." Lucifer put on God's shoes: "It must have been hard dealing with all of us. The Bible spoke about the word of God and his word alone. I didn't understand what that meant until it was too late. It was all but a test. If you broke the rules, you were outed. The Bible may not have been perfect, but it was purposefully written to be what it was. Just a guide. That's how he did me in, and others like me. We took what had been said too seriously."

The traveler asked, "And this is where you got the idea for the Book of Wraith?"

"No!" Lucifer took what had been asked as an insult and said, "That book was before me. A handful of the angels and I believed the book had always been around, a precursor to creation as we know it. The book wasn't that. I met the man who wrote it, the Wraith. All those false claims that it was the antithesis of the Bible were wrong. Never the book's intent to cause an uproar."

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The man dissected what had been said and replied, "Then who did it and why?"

Lucifer answered, "His name isn't important. You knew him as me. What is it to you?"

"A place to start."

Lucifer in contemplation, said, "Like all names, they are purely placeholders. But why? That was the meat and potatoes of the book. The well-kept secret wasn't inside the pages but held in its creation."

"Make more sense," said the man.

"Ugh. Look, if I didn't write the damn thing and the contents are truly blasphemy," Lucifer was nudging the traveler in the direction so he himself could understand what Lucifer knew. "There is only one thing I could assume."

The traveler was in awe: "You weren't the first fallen angel. He did it in spite of God, didn't he?"

"That's what he did," Lucifer said. "I took from him what I could. He wasn't a teacher. Instead, he gave what he could, and that was interrupted by knowledge. And knowledge was to be interrupted by God. He called it the 'Ubergut,' the individual who thrives only to be holy through the highest of knowledge and insight for oneself (self as God). He was a good person then, but his aggravation started to show. He had begun to think of a world without God and how that might look. They called for his death. The angels wanted this so-called Wraith gone." Lucifer chuckled. "He was right underneath their noses."

The traveler urged for more of the story to be told: "Go on then. Start here if you like."