16/03/2025
FROM MY IMAGINARIUM II
The unrest that was building in heaven had reached tipping point. God knew that the war was inevitable. For the hosts of His realm now existed in a trichotomy. It was Lucifer, the beautiful Cherub whose crafting was beyond compare that was responsible. It all began when Lucifer, the grand commander of the choral pavillions – which were the only host formation to be stationed beyond the peakless mountains before God’s throne, erred. His task of commanding the choral hosts was so hallowed that it endeared him to God. So much so that he was granted privileged access into some sections of God’s eternal quarters.
Now, dwelling in heaven required absolute purity on the part of all the inhabitants. For God Himself was the most pure One. Lucifer’s service which made him closer to God’s throne than the rest of the Seraphim and Cherubim and all inhabitants of heaven became the very reason he erred.
‘My Lord, Lucifer has lost his way and his mind too. He has one-third of the hosts on his side’, said Michael the Chief Sword Bearer with his two knees riveted on the cloudy floor before God’s throne.
The sockets of His eyes bore what seemed like a pair of infernal balls. The plumes of his wings smoked with deep awe while his gaze remained glued to the floor in complete adoration. His sheathed sword rested between his wings on his back while his skin which seemed like gold-coloured polished glass shone as the light from God’s throne drenched his frame.
‘I know ‘, replied God with the tone of many thunders.
‘What is your will my Lord’, asked Michael.
‘Lucifer and his supporters should have no place in heaven forever. Get it done Michael’, commanded God.
‘Your will be done my Lord’, replied Michael as he rose to his feet and fluttered his wings, plunging down from God’s throne to lower heaven.
TO BE CONTINUED…
Culled from my book, GODWARD.
With love from your brother,
Arome Osayi.
