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This is a revised version of the story that I published on Smashword starting back in 2014. It is rewritten with much added material. However, I did have to age up some of the characters so no one is underage in this version.

On September 30th, 2013, amidst blood and fire, the Tyrants’ reign began. In the name of Peace and Security, they put mankind beneath their Oppression. To fight the Darkness, the False Gods, Mark and Mary Glassner, shrouded the World in Night.

—excerpt from ‘The History of the Tyrants’ Theocracy’, by Tina Allard

Lucifer – The Abyss

I drifted in the Shadows, watching him. Mark Glassner. The man who would finally break down the walls of my prison. For eons I had plotted, nudging the lives of men and women, twisting the threads of their fates, all leading to this perfect time, this unremarkable man. A slob, a loser, a man who had wasted his twenties with dead-end jobs as he drifted through life. Alone, horny, desperate for human contact, for someone to love him.

And for him to finally find someone to love, though he knows it not. For love has ever been my greatest weapon, my greatest goad. Give me a man in love and, under the right circumstances, he will move mountains for my cause. There is no end to the depravity a human will sink to for love, no crime to heinous, no act to monstrous; all I have to do is manipulate circumstances to my end.

Mark sat like a useless sack of potatoes on his stained couch, in his disgusting, tiny apartment in the run-down neighborhood of Parkland, Washington, watching that most useless and wonderful invention—television. Dulling the masses, filling their minds with wonderful corruption, seducing them from the myriad, stifling rules of heaven towards the freedom of sin. The screen flickered, static washing over it. He stood up, running a hand through his short, dark-brown hair and squinting his deep, blue eyes at the antenna perched atop the TV.

“Fucking thing,” he muttered, and turned the TV off.

Sighing, Mark turned off his lights, heading to his tiny bedroom and stretching out alone in his twin-sized bed. He tossed and turned, struggling to find a comfortable way to sleep on his old, lumpy mattress without cutting his leg on the broken bedspring pushing its way up through the fabric. His breathing slowed, his eyes closed, and sleep claimed him.

I step into his dreams. All it would take is a little nudge, and then I would just have to sit back and watch as all the dominoes knocked themselves over, inevitably leading to that perfect moment when Mark Glassner kills Lilith for love, springing forth the chains of the Abyss. I will be free again. I will finally rule this world as is my right!

No one, not even the hosts of heaven, will stop me this time.

To be continued…

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