Why Lucifer Rebelled Against God

Never Believe in Yourself

Amidst the opulence of Yahweh's seventh palace in Raki'a, a grand celebration was in full swing. The high ceilings echoed with joyous laughter and the soft tunes of a celestial harp. Twinkling lights, like the stars themselves, hung from above, casting a soft glow on the gathering below. Intoxicated angels flying wobbly between the different levels of the building. Yahweh had arranged the party the same day as they defeated the Mirror of Madness, as an explicit celebration of all those who had fought against it – paying particular honor to Jibril and Lucifer.

Seven-tiered cakes, each with seven levels, floated in on levitating plates, orbiting around Lucifer and Jibril as they made their entrance. Yahweh greeted them and delivered a brief speech. After the formal introduction, the duo embraced Asherah, while Yahweh engaged with three of his other concubines.

"That's the first time he's said he's proud of me," Lucifer remarked. Jibril appeared conflicted, torn between congratulating him for finally hearing those words or expressing sympathy for having been deprived of them for so long.

"Is that really true? Think back. Are you certain he hasn't expressed it in the past? Or perhaps shown it through actions rather than words?" Said Asherah.

Lucifer bit his lip, pondering for a moment. "You might have a point. Maybe I've undervalued some gestures and overlooked some words."

"Then don't sulk. Open your presents!" Asherah exclaimed, evidently satisfied with the turn of conversation. A heap of presents awaited both Lucifer and Jibril, they began with the ones that seemed most enticing. The rest would probably be opened after the party.

Lucifer stared at a car-sized glass sphere, containing a microcosm of artificial life: moss, vibrant blossoms, and butterfly-like entities fluttering about. The creation of synthetic life forms was both an art and a pastime in heaven — a task their machinery and rhabdoic tools couldn't accomplish.

Jibril's eyes sparkled with joy watching him. He realized later that she didn't understand how much of his signs of happiness was him allowing himself to show what he feelt in regards to Yahweh's speech. He didn't dare be open about how much that meant to him at first, so he had suppressed his reaction. Now that he had a pretense to blame his joy on something else, he let everything shine through.

"It's mesmerizing," Asherah commented, utterly captivated by the creation. "A ridiculous amount of effort went into this."

"You can have it" said Lucifer.

"What? no!"

"I insist. I've never really cared for mortals anyway. While a nerd (sorry, I mean enthusiast), like you can see the details enough to appreciate it". She thanked him greatly, as she did so, he saw that Jibril had walked away with one of her gifts. Seemingly feeling excluded. He decided to do something about that.

As he walked after her, a gentle hum of admiration surrounded him. People whispered and pointed in his direction. Soon, a cluster of unfamiliar faces, party-clad men and dolled up women, approached him with eager eyes.

"You have to dance with me," said a pink-haired woman who threw her arms around him. "Denying me the chance to thank you for saving us just wouldn't be okay! A crueler crime than anything the Eldritch have ever done"

A striking man grabbed his hand. "Now, don't be greedy. I saw him first!" A third woman, with rainbow colored hair, busty and wearing an outfit so tight that you could practically see her pulse, hugged him from the side. Pressing herself against him. "Honey, let's not give these poor souls false hope."

Lucifer pulled his hand free and disentangled from the two women "I'm flattered, but I promised the first dance to Jibril." If disapproving looks could kill, then one could level cities with the glares Jibril received as he strode towards her.