Video; forward dated to the 6th

[angelfire]

[ Okay, he's bored. Where are the tumbling heroics? Where's the challenge? Lucifer is here - back - whatever, taking time out from recording his show to hang out on the network with you fascinating examples of God's greatest mistakes. He sets up his camera, which shows off the back of a chair that reads 'Lucifer' in broad black writing. The background is a handsome looking church, with stained glass windows, long red carpets, and hanging red drapes that tumble down the broad pillars. Huge bouquets of summer flowers decorate the altars and tumble out of the planters beside the pews, and light pours in through the round feature window. For once, Lucifer - when he takes his seat - is groomed, dressed in a neat black on black suit, and finished with silver fish shaped cufflinks and everything. He looked the part of the villain, the businessman; the schemer. A charismatic cult leader. Or well...like a guy in a sharp suit. He counted off on his fingers: ]

Pestilence. War. Famine. [ And he touched his fourth finger, then looked puzzled at the camera. ] Well, would you look at that. Four horsemen, not three. No prizes to anyone who guesses the last one.

[ He reaches into his breast pocket, removing a simple silver ring very carefully, propped it on his thumbnail and then flicked it. Flicked Death's ring clean into the air, then snatched his hand up and caught it. ] One left.

[ He leaned very slightly forward, speaking as though he were sharing a secret. ] Don't worry your head about it, my darling. I wouldn't dream of giving this thing to just anyone, but its multiversal owner really will have to come fetch it back before I'm tempted. To do what? Who knows? I'm mercurial like that. Sammmmy, come on out to play. It's been forever.

[ Lucifer's attention was broken by his accepting a clipboard and signing off on something on it. ] Chicken soup again? [ A nod from the assistant. ] Good. It's wonderful for the soul.

[ And then he's left to continue with his video, and he rolls his eyes pointedly. ] The fault really lies with you, kiddos. All that anger and repression, it'll mess you right up. But for the sake of argument, I think it's fair to say 'I predict a riot'. Accurate? Why don't we talk it out, hm?

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[angelfire]

And my role in her corruption--preordained. Which means conceivably it was the point all along to make me the bad guy, and provide a Hell with which to contrast Heaven.

So it's ultimately God's fault.

[infomodder]

[A five minute delay and then...this rudeness. Sorry, God.]

So organized religions based around this particular God are nothing but a convoluted type of Stockholm Syndrome?

[angelfire]

I'd say that's a fair assessment. But what else have you got going for you, after all?

[infomodder]

For those who believe in God and the bible and all that? Free will, probably.

[Badum tish. But haha, Will talking about a ~Father's love~ nah it's not happening.]

Or the illusion of it, I suppose, not that I'd want to get into that argument with anyone particularly devout.

[angelfire]

Devout doesn't come into it. Fate is something I can interpret, and I have learned to accept it.

It's harder for you. There is nothing guiding you, nothing controlling you; but you were made as you were, and you do what you were made to do, as does the sun and the moon and all the cute little furry animals. Even me.

[infomodder]

The fate you know. From the home you left. That doesn't cross over here, does it?

[If God really is everywhere in all these worlds, who is to say that He isn't trying different things in each one? That a world gone wrong sets up another world that might go right, and so one place's fate is completely different from another based on the simplest changes throughout history. Certain things are the same here, seem to be the same worlds across, but fate? Bullshit that's the same everywhere. That's just senseless.]