Werewolf the Podcast: Why the Devil sits in a Diner. (Episode 219)

The great deceiver tells her tale after being stopped from taking Gervais's soul. He was willing to give it up to save another's life. The ultimate sacrifice, so Gabriel has arrived to sort it out. 

To be honest, the Devil did not want to take Gervais's soul, and she feels relieved. 

Then she tells us the truth about herself. I think. 

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Transcript

Gervais

I stood to my feet as the two stayed entwined in each other's arms... and wings. Now, many times I have seen things while drunk. Many times, but this was my first time seeing angels and demons. 

The Angel was apparently the Gabriel. God's messenger was as handsome and imposing as an angel should be. 

The woman he held was the Devil, and she was the most beautiful creature I had ever seen. 

In their presence, I lost all thought of my lost soul. But those thoughts flashed back into my mind, along with simple confusion about what was happening. 

The feeling that I was way too sober to deal with this kind of thing also entered my head. If I could get drunk, I mean, get more drunk... er. 

I would not have the mental capacity to deal with... this, whatever this is. I find drinking a wise way of dealing with problems. I find that once drunk, you can stop thinking about problems. 

There are two great joys with problems and being a drunkard. One is the forgetting about them while drunk. The second is that a lot of the time, the problems tend to go away while you drink. 

The Angel's Head turned towards me, and he looked at me. No, he looked into me with eyes so brightly blue that they shone. 

'Don't be frightened, little mortal. I understand your discomfort, but I am here to stop a just soul being taken.' he said, pointing a finger in my direction. 

'Brilliant timing.' Said Fenrir, my Wolf soul.

'Still here, you foul hell bound abomination.' The Angel said to the Wolf whilst laughing.

'Fuck you.' Said Fenrir

'Not your finest comeback, little wolf soul.' Said Gabriel.

The Devil slowly pulled herself from the Angel. She turned her back to us as she hid the tears that we had openly seen run down her face. She spent a moment wiping her face.. 

'Still a patronising bastard then.' The Devil said through gentle sniffles.

'Erm...' 

It was as much as I could say at first. Looking into those blue orbs that sat in his fine-featured face.

'Your soul cannot be taken, my good Knight, because that is what you are. You are just. Your soul is bright in my eyes. It shines.' Gabriel continued. 

'You have shown love by giving your everything for it. You are your soul, and you would give it into eternal torment to save another. That is the ultimate sacrifice and as that Lucifer....' He turned his smile to the woman's back as her shoulders shook, evidently from her unbound emotions.

'... has no hold on it... yet.' He added.

'God has asked me to come and intervene on his behalf. I, his mighty winged messenger, have travelled bravely across the ethereal abyss to stop this moment of utter injustice.

I have been chosen because our Lord knows that I am the only one of his heavenly body to be able to surmount the odds.' He said all this as he raised and pumped a fist, taking an impressive pose. He had obviously impressed himself with his own rhetoric.

'This room is too small for me and that ego.' Lucifer said underneath her breath.

Gabriel still held his pose as though he was expecting something more.

I turned to look at my companions in doubt. They were fixated on the scene before them. Percy stood, smiled, laughed, and started to applaud.

Gabriel nodded his approval of this.

'I once wrote a song about you.' Percy told the Angelic man.

'I know.' Said Gabriel.

'Oh... Well, it did not do you justice... your... erm... honour?' Gabriel laughed. 

'I thought it was exceptional. If only too short.' Gabriel told the man.

'I thought Angels couldn't lie,' I automatically said... my mind being driven to drunken banter as a comfort in this... unreal situation.

'I can lie.' Said gabriel. 'But, I choose not to.' 

Percy laughed. 'Thank you.' He said to the Angel.

The Angel now returned to Lucifer's side. His wings folded onto his back as he reached for a hand. They stood side by side as bright light shone through the stained glass window. The Angel forever trapped in the window coloured the Angels in many hues.

I felt someone pull at my arm. William was standing next to me now. He had Percy standing behind him. 

'Let's leave them to it... Whatever it is.' He said to me in a whisper. 

I nodded and looked at the pair one more time before finally turning my back and leaving the chapel.

Lucifer.

'Thank you,' I told Gabriel. He could be an absolute arse at times, he could, but he was always... He was just always. Yes, always a good descriptor. 

'I am sorry to have stopped your harvest this day.' He said in his Angelic way.

'It's just us now. Stop using the fancy language. No one is writing the shit you say down, so quit it.' He smiled and nodded, letting go a little laugh. 

'I'm glad you came.' I told him. 'Gervais's soul was not mine to take, was it?' I turned to the... He was gone. 

Again, I was alone in the world. It renewed the loneliness in my heart. I was the loneliest of the lonely. I was the saddest of the sad, but I had to continue to undertake God's plan for me. 

The little cat appeared from under a pew. 

'Has it gone?' she asked me. 'He stinks.'

'Yes, little Cat Gabriel has gone.' I smiled and picked the cat up, giving it an unwanted hug as I stared at the window with its frozen image of Gabriel fixed in it for a moment. Then I clicked my fingers and went. 

William Marshall

We wandered through the castle. Nothing was said. Everyone was in their own thoughts. 

'What are you thinking, Percy?' I asked him.

'For a word that rhymes with Gabriel.' He said, smiling. Gervais and I laughed at this. 

'And you?' I asked Gervais.

'I am thinking of many things.' 

'I am thinking that I am worthy.'

'I am thinking that I now have to go on crusade. Which I promised myself I would not. Seems overly appropriate now.'

I nodded. 'I think it is a must for us both now.' 

'I can guess the last.' I told him. 

He stopped and turned bodily towards me. 

'Oh, yes?'

'Where the wine is.' I said. 

He looked at me. 

'No... that was not it, but now you come to mention it.'

Lucifer

I was sitting in a 1950s diner. Yes, an American Diner in the actual 1950s. There are perks with my role. Travelling through time and space is one of them. 

This diner is the home of the best ice cream sundae that has ever been made. Its creator is the owner, a dour, dowdy older woman who praises Christ yet makes the most sinful desert known to whatever kind of thing you are. 

Her name is Mary Baptiste, and she has Haitian roots. She is unbeknownst to her, the fourth witch in her female line. A female line that is well known to me on a personal level. 

Her great-great-great-grandmother was a priestess for a colonially ill-favoured Voodoo cult. Her Grandmother was a nice lady and a great cook.

These days, Mary is purely out to bother Jesus as much as she can. She is a Methodist to the core and sings her praises in the choir and prays like a professional.

The choir is one of two places where she still employs the magic she does not know she has. Yes, she has a magical voice.

The second place she places that magic is as the main ingredient in this Sundae. Oh my good God on high. I should sing your praises at this chocolatey piece of heaven's own foodstuff, except that its root lies with me. Who says the Devil is incapable of good? 

I have stopped time for all but me and my cat as I enjoy. I don't want the humans around me to cause me any discomfort for the next few mouth-centric moments. 

The cat is lapping at cream and complaining that Mary does not make gumbo like her Grandmother did. 

I don't want distractions, so I freeze the cat in midlap. She won't mind. Well, she won't know.

So, it's time to let my story be free as I eat. It won't take that long. 

Free is the word and reason why I am not free. 

You may be familiar with me from scripture. You may be familiar with me from the so-called great books of knowledge. You might get your sources of my creation, life and fall from others, but I want to make this a clear explanation of why I am what I am. 

This was where the Abrahamic religions' Godhead' became so successful. He created millions to believe in him. No other deity had thought of this concept before. They had collected believers as they grew in power.

I know what you are thinking. How could this God come after other Gods yet have his creation story?

The answer is because he is God. Is that not what faith is? Belief against the facts.

The power of belief is the reason why Deities, Spirits, so-called mythical creatures, divine beings and the Fae exist. 

That faith energy just has not been able to be observed by the science that Humans swear on to understand the world, so that it can become a fact.

So, how was God, as he calls himself, so clever? Well, he created millions of observers to observe his work. These watchers were given no choice to believe in him or not initially. 

No choice to worship him and bend a knee to him at first. He was all-powerful. The belief was there, but through experience, things are learnt, and being given that energy of belief to give also meant that we would have the ability not to believe. Or redirect it to other things.

So, our Abrahamic God thought, 

'What can I do to make myself instantly powerful?' 

'I can create a realm full of believers. The Angels,' and he did, and initially all was good. And all initially worshipped him.

Yes, millions of believers were there to watch the creation. We did not exist, then we did, angels.

We were created to witness and celebrate the building of the cosmos. We were created to worship God at the outset. We were created to protect his holy spaces. We were created to love God.

But the downside was that we were given the choice to believe. He had to do that. If it wasn't a choice, there was no power there. You had to choose to direct your faith to something. It had to go from you to the target of that energy. I hope you understand this. I nearly don't.

Some of us were created and failed in this task. God works in mysterious ways, they say. That is not how I would, nor will I, describe it. 

These watchers were given no choice but to believe in him when he was made. They had only the option to worship him and bend the knee to him. He was all-powerful. The belief was there. But for divine existence and the energy to be ongoing, he needs the power of love. 

God is love (1 John 4:8), and love cannot be forced or programmed.

It was at this moment that God made his mistake. In order to be worshipped. In order to be loved. We had to have the choice not to love. 

We had to be able to make that choice. 

We were given free will. Angels were created to participate in God's divine life, not as robots, but as beings capable of reciprocal love. Gabriel chose joyful obedience. I did not choose it.

Before my fall, I was Lucifer. In Hebrew: Helel, "light-bringer")

I was a high-ranking angel, often identified as an Archangel. 

Ezekiel 28:14–15 describes me as a guardian cherub on God's holy mountain, adorned in splendour and perfect in wisdom until iniquity was found in me. 

Isaiah 14:12-15 suggests that I sought to exalt myself above God, leading to the Angelic rebellion and my expulsion.

I will now leave the scriptures. I could quote them as I tell my story, but I would be discrediting more than I quote, and who knows how much influence I had over the writing of those dead narratives. You might as well hear it from the so-called great deceiver's mouth. 

Let's take this into modern terms. I won't spend time on deep philosophy or religious doctrine. I will tell you what happened. 

I will. That is where this all started. My will, that is. I was in the hands of the Father of all on his holy mountain. On his throne, he sat, and I stood by him, bathing in his glory and to stand guard over him. 

We would often converse my creator and I. He used me as a reflective surface for his thoughts. His perfect thoughts. To these I listened. I listened and understood little until one day.

'I am sorry.' Said the Lord.

He had no reason to be sorry. How and what for could he be sorry he was... all.

'You were blameless in your ways from the day you were created till unrighteousness was found in you.' He continued. 

'Unrighteous?' I asked him. I did not know there could be unright!

'There is no Unrighteousness as of now. I have to introduce a spark of it into the world to allow the world to become my Kingdom. Without imperfection, the choice to aim for perfection can not be made.'

'You are my strongest, and I have chosen you to be the vessel for its introduction. This will require you to be the great deceiver, but your deceit will not be towards me. You will be showing me the deepest love of all others if you are willing to choose to take the path I have for you.'

I was naive at this point. All I knew was love for him. I would do anything for him. I did not know that would be to accept the thing that brought my fall. He offered me a choice. The choice was to do evil to show him how much I loved him, that I would be the most hated, the most loathed, to show him that I loved him. Of course, I did as I was asked. 

'I willingly take any path you offer my Lord.' I told him. 

'I knew you would, Lucifer,' he told me.

'I need you to fool all others. I need you to deceive all but me. So I can introduce choice.'

You may have read Milton or Dante or any other idea of hell and its creation. The reality, if you can say that this has any function in reality, is that I was tasked with deceiving all. I could not deceive God. That was not possible. I was going to do God's will. I was going to follow his word and I was going to become Satan. I believed in him wholey.

I had to lead the rebellion of the angels. I took those angels who had chosen disobedience to God. 

I found them in among the millions of us who had been given the choice to choose. 

I took those Angels and I locked them in the earth in Tartarus and gave them the choice to become unthinking demons and serve me with no choice or free will, or stay restrained in that dark pit until the end of times.  

Many are still restrained. Many are the witless demons of my creation. A few are the lords of hell. They chose deceit and violence. They chose evil, and they are beyond me. I will not talk about them. They are the foulest of God's creations. 

I had to fall to clear heaven of the wayward Angels. 

I had to tempt Eve, and through Adam and Eve's disobedience to God, I had to introduce them to sin. 

I showed humanity evil. 

They went from innocence to gaining a sense of moral awareness, but with a corrupted perspective. 

They felt shame and vulnerability in their guilt. 

They were given a lifetime and the guarantee of death. 

I gave them that lifetime, then filled it with suffering and toil.

I gave them knowledge but not wisdom. I had shown them evil but not the ability to discern it. 

They chose self-determination over obedience. They chose it.

I had chosen obedience to God. I had served his wants and his needs. I had become the sum of all evil. The beast that tries to tempt, taint and change—the punisher of those that failed to meet God's exacting standards. 

I had done it because it was God's will, and I am his humble servant. 

You might think that I should take joy in this serving of the righteous. That I should be happy that I do God's will. 

Well, sometimes I am. Sometimes I am not. Can you honestly tell me that you enjoy your job 100% of the time?

So when these moments of doubt haunt my psyche, I find myself here. Mary's Diner in Belle Chasse, Louisiana. 1950 At the bottom of the sundae glass, I exult in its goodness.