Revelations Unfurled

Chapter six

"Gabriella," Lucifer sneered sarcastically as he entered the massive gold room , "so nice to see your hideous face again." Gabriel swallowed, turning to see his rival. "How did you get in?" He demanded. Lucifer shrugged casually. "Rather easy. You know how distracted Angels get when they see an innocent soul dying. Guarding the gates don't become a priority." Gabriel took a raged breath. "You assaulted one of our people? Again?" Lucifer smiled. "Assault is a strong word," he stated, "it was more of  a temporary injury." Gabriel closed his eyes. "What do you want, Lucifer?" The dark angel cocked his head, thinking. "Money, women, wine," he listed casually. Gabriel's eyes flew open angrily. "Why are you here?" He barked, taking a step forward. Lucifer simply smiled. "You know for an angel you aren't very holy." Gabriel looked at The Maker hopelessly. There was nothing Gabriel could do to release his fury for the intruder before him. Turning back to Lucifer, he ordered, "hurry with whatever your message is. And you better make your visit quick," he growled, "when the guards get here, it'll be the death of you." Lucifer nodded. "Yes yes, of course. Leave me with my brother in the meantime, will you?" Gabriel shook his head defiantly. "No."

"Leave, Gabriel," The Maker commanded, "I will be fine." Gabriel hesitated. He saw The Maker's sharp look. Gabriel took a sharp breath, and glared at Lucifer as he left the room.

"Take a good look at your kingdom, brother," Lucifer advised, slapping a hand onto The Maker's shoulder. "It'll be mine soon, and we'll rule in peace. I'll throw you a little land for your troubles." The Maker shook his head. "You don't want to do this. You know in the depths of your soul you don't want it. It won't be as you expect it." Lucifer smiled grandly. "Oh but will it? King of the highest kingdom, sounds good to me, but you don't seem to be helping my cause." His brother didn't move a muscle, frozen in his tense place. "I do not support ideas that do not benefit, for wherever you go there will be chaos," he stated, "and the people will not be happy." Lucifer threw his hands down in exasperation. "Who cares about the people?" He yelled, pointing at himself now, "I want power! I want control and you have it!" The Maker simply watched him. His brother had forgotten who he believed he was speaking to.

"All our life, you've gotten everything," Lucifer continued, "you got the talent of creation, leadership, good will, followers, Angels, the kingdom, everything!" Lucifer walked to the window angrily, pointing outside. "I never got anything. Even our parents loved you, and I was a burden!" The Maker shook his head. "Brother that's not tr-"

"Shut up!" Lucifer yelled bitterly. It was lucky Lucifer was so angry, or else he might have realized he was talking with a different person. Lucifer took a deep breath. "You told me on my tenth birthday, when father was angry because I accidentally pushed down one of the Angels and broke his wing, that I was nothing but a burden to the kingdom." The Maker took a regretful breath, remembering. "Brother-" he tried to speak. Lucifer waved his hand. "But you were right," he continued, a tear falling from his eye, "and I had to suffer because of it." The Maker took a threatening step forward. "Enough!" He raised his voice accusingly, "you tried to kill our people, and you murdered our family!" Lucifer shook his head. "Your people. Your family. I was never even wanted!" He lowered his head, "I just wanted to be noticed by someone, for someone to tell me it was okay." The Maker said nothing, watching his brother shed another tear. "But you didn't care when I tried to do good deeds," he pointed out angrily, "so the same logic should have applied for evil. But I'm only noticed when I do bad, never good." The Maker took another deep breath. "You never did good." Lucifer threw his hands up. "I stopped trying because no one cared! Even now, you love everyone, even the dark Angels who do worse things than I've ever dreamed to do, but you don't love me. And you said it yourself, on my eighteenth birthday," his brother shook his head, trying not to remember. Lucifer watched, continuing, "you said I didn't deserve love. That I was a wasted life that no one wanted, and should have never been born. You said I needed to leave before someone took my undeserving life, and gave it to someone better." The Maker tried to speak, cut off by Lucifer. "You remember your last words before I left the safety of our house, because I didn't deserve to live there?" Lucifer asked his brother. He shook his head as Lucifer grinned, "it figures. You said I would never have love, because I wasn't good enough. You said a reject like me would never be good enough, and I should have stopped trying years before. Sound familiar?" The Maker said nothing for a second. "Brother I-" Lucifer cut him off again. "Save it. Damage is done." The Maker lowered his eyes as Lucifer continued, "you have everything, brother. You've had love and affection since the day you were born. I was hated since my first breath." Lucifer paused, realizing his listener would not comprehend these memories, fo he was not there. He continued to speak of his reign to come, shoving down his feelings. "You've had your days in the sun," Lucifer backed away from his brother, tears still in his eyes as he spread his black wings. "Now it's my turn to feel the glory." The Maker watched as his brother vanished into black dust, his eyes remembering all the pain in his brother's childhood, caused by him. "It wasn't my fault," The Maker repeated to himself again, the words echoing through the many years he had told himself the same phrase, "it just wasn't." He slipped back into his disguise, letting his identity be held a secret for his kingdom not to know. Lucifer did not know he had not met with the person he wanted to. He forgot who he thought was speaking with, and told things only The Maker would know. The person Lucifer wanted to talk to would not have understood. It was lucky he didn't realize that his words were to the wrong ears. No one knew that The Maker was not who they thought he was, but soon it would be revealed. He just needed time.