“Course he isn't safe. But he's good. He's the King, I tell you.” ― C.S. Lewis, The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe
JFK INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT NEW YORK CITY:
The young Medical Doctor fumbled for the three passports. He seemed pre-occupied and disturbed missing the agents question. He then turned to retrieve the passports from the smiling agent "Have a great vacation sir." came the agent. The Doctor nodded absent-mindedly as he began to walk away. But on second thoughts, he pauses and turns to the passport agent as his little girl contentedly wriggles in his arm. "It is not a vacation. My wife is dying of cancer. We are going to spend time with the family..." he finished dejectedly. "Oh.. so sorry to hear that was the agents shocked and sympathetic reply."
CONTROL HEAD-QUARTERS OF THE UNIVERSE (Division of Light and Truth):
Bursts of lightning filled the air, as the sound of thunder rolled in a surprisingly sweet and symphonic cacophony. The irony of it was mesmerizing and the spectacle equally dazzling. The atmosphere was filled with splendor as if it were a Person. The saturation of magnificence was immensely palpable and grandeur was vast. Never before had this slice of opulence appeared anywhere else. Never before had power reached its peak. And then the Throne of MAJESTY appeared...
Lucer tried to hustle and sneak in through the flaming swords of fire. When one of the guards asked him if he was invited, he lied and said yes. The guards knew he was a liar, but they let him through because they had been given instructions to. He staggered and stumbled towards the Throne of Brilliant and Searching Light. With one hand he shielded his eyes, with the other he dragged a sack labeled 'lies and accusations'. This was always a torturous, painful and humiliating experience for him, but he could not help being himself. He always had an innate urge to be nosey and then get to twist whatever information he had previously garnered.
"So...", said THE VOICE of Majesty and Authority coming from the throne; "What brings you here Lucer?" "Well, well, ummm," started Lucer. "Actually, I was just taking a stroll through the galaxy and then I tripped into the planet earth as Jupiter collided with mars which kind of sent pluto flying into my head. Then as I turned to go I heard mercury singing and it looked like venus was playing basketball, but I waved at uranus and...."
"Never mind all that now," countered The Majestic VOICE. "While you were in planet earth, did you notice my princess?" "All the stuff she had to put up with and go through by people who claimed to work for me. All the scratches the witches broom left on her, the mockery and harassment she endured for my glory and standing up for my honor?" "Yeah well, You make it easy". whined Lucer. "She is surrounded by what looks like an impenetrable fortresses." "I tried a couple of pokes but there were secret agents all over the place." "It is such an unfair and frustrating fight." "How can we know she deserves your honor if I cannot get a go at viciously testing her." "Well then," said the THE VOICE of Majesty and Authority. "For my name's sake, I will allow you a season to test 'the apple of my eye'." "Go quickly and do what you must." "But whatever you do, do not get her angry ."
"Oh and one more thing," continued THE VOICE of Majesty and Authority. Since you love traipsing and distributing troubles, here is something you should do;"
"Go give that witch Lebezej an eviction notice. Tell her to take her pigs ( which have been taking up space and desecrating my house for years), snakes, goats, wailing banshees and talent agents and keep it moving. She should feel free to drag her husband Baha along also. Since he is more concerned about keeping his house than he is keeping Mine. Next time he and his wife want to play 'power house', they can start their own play house. This was the hard-work, sweat and tears of another humble and loyal subject. And if any 'yes-men' has a problem with my decision, they can take it up with ME."
"Yes my Lord," said Lucer with a distorted but excited smile. Oh how he loved commotion. "One more thing my Lord," Lucer interjected chuckling. "What about the part of the story where the dogs get to the witches' remains...?" He finished gleefully. He was loyal to none, not even the ones he used. He loved that part, even though Lebezej was his prodigee. She was beginning to think herself all in control, so he would release her to the dogs himself. Lucer thrived in all things treacherous, dramatic and scandalous! He knew the end of every battle involving The MASTER's beloved. But he still liked to get a leg in for the attention and the thrill of danger. He was perversion epitomized.
Lucer bounded away from the throne room happily. This was the opportunity he had been waiting for for a long time. He had his bag of tricks ready and his menu for commotion activated. 'Lets roll baby' he hummed in his horned-head. As he stepped outside the flaming swords, he saw two of his sergeants squealing in delight at his obvious anguish and discomfort earlier at the The Throne of LIGHT and TRUTH. They never saw him or his hoof coming as he brutishly kicked them both to oblivion. They were never seen or heard from again
AT THE PLACE CALLED RACE / IN THE LAND OF DREAMS:
The girl is running but tired. There are strong hands holding her, he is smiling and now he carries her. She knows it is her daddy, she smiles too. Suddenly, there is a crash and her daddy falls. She is stunned, how could this be? He was such a gentleman, a man of intergrity. He was always careful. How did it happen?
Fast Forward; She is still running, tired and discouraged. She does not want to run anymore. The race seems unfit for her. There are so many arrows being shot at her, maybe she is on the wrong track she thinks. Maybe she should stop. Then a kind old man appears, he is running too. He even lends her a hand. He is saying something, but she cannot hear him. She strains to hear him, his voice is fading. But she makes out something he is saying: "Don't give up. HE's got you covered..." Then there is another crash, and he too is gone.
As she turns to walk back forlorn and confused, her daddy shows up again. There is a scar on his forehead but he looks happy and glorious. She wants to touch the scar. But he does not let her, this is not the time or place, says he. The Light begins to suck him back in. But before he dissappears, he hands her a note.
Suddenly, there is a car. She gets in to drive away, but Lebezej the witch comes at her with something in her hands. The girl ducks behind the wheels but Lebezej is relentless, as she climbs the hood vehemently. Suddenly, two sets of hands lift the girl high up in the air and away from the car. She turns to look back down at the car, but all she sees is smoke. There had been another crash...
She jumps up trembling uncontrollably and sweating profusely. She had been spared, given her life back. But why her?
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