alcifercrowley

Cassandra

Lucifer spreads his wings, and I am his caryatid, pillar of promise holding his amphora. In eternity, time moves like molasses – if it could even be called time at all, and the mysteries of the cosmos are unspooling in his golden hands as he caresses my scalp with fingers combing peace into golden brow.Continue reading “Cassandra”

Mundus Imaginalis

I am inside Mulciber’s maze, a simulacrum of mechanical starlight, winding stairs and turrets and buttresses woven together by Lucifer’s unholy sword and Beelzebub’s cicada songs. Cogs turn, churning ores, and mills grind down bones as wan fake sun peters in through the slit windows. I race up the stairs to follow the infernal husbandsContinue reading “Mundus Imaginalis”

Pandemonium

Lucifer couldn’t remember much. Michael’s sword, cutting his heart out of his chest, then that very heart squeezed like a bloody ruby after extraction, a face being crushed into the dirt, his light faltering with every wounded pulse of the aorta. Michael, he was crying emeralds, his flaming hair curling into furious tendrils, the heatContinue reading “Pandemonium”

Grace

Grace, croons Satan, full of flesh red and scourged, as he burns eternally. Grace, sings the Devil, feasting on sinner’s flesh, the Damned his dust bread of death. Grace? asks Lilith, after her children are murdered, and she is a mother in mourning. Grace. Says Lucifer. Over. And Over. Again. As he contemplates a shaftContinue reading “Grace”

Lords of Creeping Things

Lucifer and Beelzebub sit in the shade of an apple tree in Hell, holding court over the creeping things. Their muted wings fan out, blemished from the fall with dark spots like a sooty owl, yet no the less imposing and majestic. Their thrones are curling wood and deer bone, and they are dressed inContinue reading “Lords of Creeping Things”

Protoevangelium

Lucifer cuts across the emptiness, that great Void that birthed God, the Trinity, the Deep, and all teeming things within the soup of chaos. A Bright Morning Star, first light in the cold universe, Phanes Protogonos, Creator beyond all time, and he says: ADORE ME. I do not bow. I do not worship. Coy, heContinue reading “Protoevangelium”

The Black and White Snake

Lucifer, blond as a lion of pride, takes a drag of his cigarette in a cream starched dress shirt with a severe collar, tan slacks, and brown loafers, his hair elegantly unfurling like a newspaper filled with commas and poetry. The smoke veils his office, as he uses an old fountain pen to tally souls,Continue reading “The Black and White Snake”

Genesis

Lucifer made a pact with Baal Zeboul long ago, before comets thought of falling, and no star had given in to the darkness of their black hole almas, bread of dead never dreamed of, nothing had yielded dust, and humanity was but a pink thing, suckling at the Mother’s teat. “Whatsoever happens to humanity, weContinue reading “Genesis”

Bereshit Elohai Nashema

Get down on your knees – let tears fall like providence, sweet stoic Lucifer. You who shoulder the pain of the world. In our sandstone chapel, blue green sea glass light from above in the stained lead lined windows, you kneel at an altar of deathly lilies. You shake like salvation and holy suffering flowsContinue reading “Bereshit Elohai Nashema”

Tam Lin

On a lark, I fly to the lowest levels of Pandaemonium, where the most tortured souls are stored. It is dimly lit, with long shadowed corridors, hideous salmon and blood tiled floors, balustrades soaked in grease, and a single experimental soul moving like a robot through the blackness. My speech dies in my throat, andContinue reading “Tam Lin”