Heaven and Hell

ONE

A D E L I A

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LUCIUS COULD NOT remember much about how he came to be. There was a flash of light that was so blinding that it had made him cringe, and a melodious contradicting harmony that soothed him to the bones. The notes soon formed something that provided information beyond words ever could, whispering into his mind about who he was and his name, but never how he came to be other than the fact that he was a proud creation of God.

Though that was what the voices told him, Lucius could never pinpoint how the Almighty looked like. He had thought that the Almighty had eyes a warm honey brown, kind and welcoming that he was enveloped with serenity. His hair was of smooth dark brown locks that resembled the fertile soil of the gardens of Heaven, falling a little above his shoulder in waves and accompanied tanned skin that was colored by the sunlight.

However, when Lucius had awoken to a new environment and spoke with other angels that were just like him a few days after his creation and first breath, he found out that He was not the way in which Lucius had thought to be. Some angels said with utmost confidence that the Almighty had hair that was a part of a wild fire's flame; the very first, in fact. Others claimed that His hair was the midnight black that painted the night and allowed the stars to glow against the pitch darkness. Some even theorized that it was the sunlight's radiant golden glow that shared the same color of His hair.

As time faded on, more and more combinations came and went, hence forcing Lucius to drop the topic completely. He came to the conclusion that it was perhaps not in his ability, nor the other angels, to see the Almighty as he truly was.

Once, many decades ago, Lucius had asked the archangel that tutored him, Lucifer, about the Almighty. Sadly, archangel Lucifer had only smiled grimly, shaking his head. He had said, "'Tis not our job to know who the Almighty is and what He does. We need only love him and obey his every wish and command."

Lucius was a curious angel, and such simple and carelessly thought out evasion was not enough to deter him from wanting to know. Alas, Lucifer was still right about one thing. It was not in Lucius's fate to know more about the Almighty than what He allowed; it was, to put it simply, not part of the job description.

For many years, Lucius kept himself busy in the blessed grounds of Heaven as an angel that took great care of nature. He wove the very fabrics of golden light, to which he had received his namesake as he soon found out. Hour after hour, Lucius found himself easily mesmerized by the aureate glow of the sun that hung high and bright in the sky. He could spend all of eternity simply weaving the light in the sky, directing it towards the mortal grounds of every realm and he would still live on without qualms.

But alas, as the earth still revolves around the sun, and the moon revolves the earth, there will always be a change in the magical hues of the sky. After the sun's great set every evening, the brilliant silver moon was raised to its peak, its ethereal glow blessing the grounds of the Heaven in a softer hue as compared to the radiant light of the afternoon sun.