The Road to Hell: The Book of Lucifer (Heaven Falls 1)

by Christopher C. Starr

I also learned that I didn’t matter; that I was insignificant to the Father, that my wants, needs and desires would always be subordinate to his will. His will—that haphazard collection of infantile wants and limitless power. The Father’s will is tyranny at its most basic level, an arbitrary order based on absolute power and a jealous pursuit of unconditional love. That is a love he is unwilling to give. But I am my Father’s child: he made me to want what he wanted, to need what he needed…

There is a point in the life of every sentient living thing when desire becomes an object. Desire, in itself, is a feeling, an impulse that pervades the spirit. But desire is more than a just simple want; it is alive! Desire eats at its owner, taunts him, dancing just out of his reach. And the object of that desire, that thing, becomes much more than an item to be held or caressed: it becomes a part of the owner. A lost limb. A severed hand. The one who desires becomes a fraction of himself, lost in want, incomplete and inconsolable. An amputated soul wandering in lust. And eventually, lust bleeds into hate. The pain of incompleteness becomes too great to bear and that fractured soul, that severed individual, realizes they will never be whole. Even if attained, that which they seek can no longer bring them joy or the peace of wholeness. So the object of desire becomes an object to be reviled, to be hated, to be destroyed.