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”

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”

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”