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Here is my story:
God’s Observation Deck 3
“Why so sad God?” said Peter. “You haven’t heard the latest escapade?” replied God. “He’s gone too far this time, I’m going to have to banish him.” “Lucifer? What’s he done now?” “Take a look,” said God. “He’s been down there sowing seeds of hatred and jealousy again. Greed too. There’s so much resentment and fighting amongst the people, no one has the time to appreciate any of the good anymore.”
“I see,” said Peter. “Shall I send him to you?” “Yes, please,” said God. He paced back and forth, frowning, as he tried to work out the nicest possible way to banish his brother. When Lucifer arrived on the deck, he immediately began screeching his discontent, showing just how well the seeds of his own jealousy, hate and greed had grown within him.
As God began to speak, Lucifer screamed, “I’ll finish you off first, you can’t do this to me!” and threw a giant fireball at his brother. God halted the fireball with a single frosty look, causing it to explode into millions of fiery gems which fell to the earth below, to be discovered many centuries later in Australia, as opals.
Momentarily silenced, Lucifer had no choice but to hear God’s words. “Your irksome behaviour, your cavalier attitude to our janitorial position has gotten way out of hand, Lucy. Word has come from the empirical being that you are to be banished, to live in a fiery hell of your own making, since that is the way you seem to think things should be.”
A single bolt of lightning from far above the deck had Lucifer cowering momentarily, then he straightened his spine and marched toward the gap created in the heavenly mist.
“Fine! I’ll go, but this isn’t the end you know,” and he stepped through, beginning his fall into the fiery depths of hell. “Let his banishment be complete,” said God and the misty gap closed once more.
Peter stepped forward and gently guided God to his favourite chair. A moment later Mary came through the gallery door with a wheeled cart bearing cups of tea and many small cakes.
‘Well?” she said. “What do you think?” God glanced up and, startled, almost fell off his chair. Mary preened as he said, “I see your fondness for silly hats continues,” where did you get this one?” “Those ostriches down in Africa dropped a few feathers and allowed me to take them. The cupids-in-training stitched this up for me.”
“Hmmm,” said God. “Perhaps they should stick with their training instead.” “Now, now,” laughed Mary. “Taking a break from all those arrows and targets is a kindness they won’t forget. Everyone should have more than one skill if it is at all possible.”
As God helped himself to more cakes, Mary asked, “is there anyway Lucifer can achieve atonement?” ‘Not in my lifetime,” growled God, biting into another chocolate covered petit-four. “It’s a good thing we’re in heaven where there are no calories,” said Mary.