Now, it was time for Lucifer's reckoning.
Lucifer appeared in his red robe, and right behind him, there was a man who could have been his twin brother. The figure wore a black leather jacket. He had slicked-back hair, a clean-shaven jaw, and perfect skin.
The floor was covered with papers related to his case.
All the angels gathered in curiosity.
When he turned to face them all, everyone went quiet; they still were afraid of him, even with the presence of the judges. He was still the Lucifer. Still the Satan.
Lucifer looked at them and smiled.
"My dear children," he said. His voice was full of grandeur and pride, as always.
"You're going to be punished, and your punishment is death," the judge said.
"Oh yes." He laughed mockingly. "I highly look forward to that."
"Why did you do all of these?" asked the judge.
"Because I wanted to show my gratitude to God. He gave me this power, which is beyond imagination. Yet he never stopped punishing me for being myself."
"But why would you do that? Why would you ever want to cause all these pains?" the judge shouted.
Lucifer answered calmly, "I wanted to prove to God that there is more than one way to live, and not everyone should follow the same path."
"Are you saying you are ready for death now?"
"Yes, I am," Lucifer said. "Let's begin the execution."
He began to take off his robe.
Everyone gasped.
"But, what will you do with the lucifer inside you? How are you going to silence him?" Lucifer said as he bowed his head in a sign of accepting the vote.
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