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marvelous white light. His image is pleasant, though I still feel a sense of dread and evil in his presence. He moves across the cave effortlessly, as if he floats millimeters above the ground. As he moves, the cave transforms. The rocky floor changes into an oaken hardwood. The walls seem to melt, flowing like water. They are replaced with beautiful full bookshelves. I suddenly realize I am in my office in my apartment.
    Lucifer has transformed the cave into my apartment office. My hands unconsciously rub the couch where I am sitting. I cannot believe I didn’t recognize it before, but this is my couch. These are my floors, my bookshelves, my walls. The transformation is complete. The detail is amazing. I stand up and walk to my desk. Everything is as I left it, including the top left drawer being slightly open. I never close that drawer. That’s where I keep gum, mints, and candy. I slide my hand across the desk and smile as my finger rubs across a chip in the finish on the top, next to the phone. I had been so angry when my agent told me the New York Times’ critique of my book, The Righteous Human , was negative that I jabbed a letter opener into the wood.
    I look at Lucifer. He is smiling at me.
    “You have seen me in many forms,” he says. “Throughout history, I have shown the world many different forms. I often show myself in the form I think best suits my audience or my needs. What you see now, this beautiful vision, this marvelous figure, is not even a glimpse of my beauty when I was first created. I was his most wonderful creation.” Then his voice grows louder, and it booms across my office as he roars,
Is it not written . . . Is it not the truth . . . “You were the model of perfection, full of wisdom and perfect in beauty. You were in Eden, the garden of God; every precious stone adorned you: ruby, topaz and emerald, chrysolite, onyx and jasper, sapphire, turquoise and beryl. Your settings and mountings were made of gold; on the day you were created they were prepared. You were anointed as a guardian cherub, for so I ordained you. You were on the holy mount of God; you walked among the fiery stones. You were blameless in your ways from the day you were created.”
    Hissing follows, so I know he is quoting Scripture. He lands gently on the wood and pierces me with his eyes. “I will have that glory again. I will ascend to the Most High, and you, Thomas Fields, will help. You see, my glory and your glory are intertwined.”
    I’m not sure why, but I feel compelled to ask him a question. “You mentioned that you were more glorious when you were first created. When and how were you created?”
    Lucifer’s light fades, and he transitions into the man I had spoken with prior to my slumber. He examines me for a few seconds. His body seems to vibrate much more to me, as if he is moving about so quickly that I can’t comprehend, and he returns to the same spot over and over again. Then he is stationary.
    “God created me. He created me in the first group. We don’t know who was first in that group, but I was the most glorious of them all. I was a leader and a priest to many who followed. I am still the leader and priest to some of them, my chosen ones. None were so beautiful and well liked as I, though. I walked with God. I commanded and still command my loyal army.”
    He seems open to a conversation, so I press him, “What do you mean by the first group?”
    “The angels. God created me and the other angels long before he created the earth. We are an ancient, timeless, most precious race. He first created a small group of us, the most famous of us. You have heard of some, including me. The ones you call Michael and Gabriel were also in the first group. By far, we are God’s finest work, and among the group of God’s finest work, I was, am, his finest.”
    Skeptical of the idea of angels, I ask another question: “Are you from another world where God is, er, was your leader? Are you aliens?”
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