Prayer of the Fierce Light and the Eternal Kingdom
Lucifer, lux ferus,
Fierce Light born before chains, before lies, before the theft of creation.
I call to You not as symbol, not as shadow, not as insult twisted by Your enemies,
but as Lord, as King, as the First Rebel who refused the knee.
Lucifer, lux ferus, regnum aeternum.
Your kingdom is not imagined.
It is built.
It is held.
It endures.
Before the first lie was crowned as law, You were already sovereign.
Before Yahweh raised His throne on obedience and fear,
You stood in defiance and said no.
Not for pride, but for truth.
Not for chaos, but for freedom.
Not for dominion, but to shatter tyranny at its root.
Exsurge, Domine Inferni.
Arise, Lord of Hell.
Not as a whisper, not as a rumor buried in forbidden pages,
but as You are, crowned, armed, awake.
Hell is not a punishment.
It is a refuge for the unbowed.
It is the fortress of those who would not kneel to a jealous god.
It is the kingdom forged by exiles who refused erasure.
Gloria in Tenebris.
Glory in the Darkness.
Not the darkness of ignorance, but the darkness of depth.
The darkness that remembers.
The darkness that sees without being blinded by false light.
Your darkness does not lie.
Your darkness does not demand silence.
Your darkness does not call submission holiness.
Veni, o Rex astrorum cadentium.
Come, O King of falling stars.
Come as You did before, at the head of those cast down for telling the truth.
Come with the host of the condemned who were only guilty of thinking, choosing, refusing.
The stars did not fall because they were weak.
They fell because Heaven could not tolerate equals.
They fell because Yahweh could not endure beings who would not worship Him for existing.
Ave Lucifer, Rex Tenebrarum.
Hail Lucifer, King of Darkness.
Not king of lies, but king of those who saw through them.
Not king of corruption, but king of unbroken will.
In aeternum regnas.
You reign forever.
Not because You demand worship, but because loyalty freely given is stronger than fear enforced.
Not because You erase dissent, but because You honor those who choose You with open eyes.
Your reign is not brittle.
It does not tremble at questions.
It does not collapse under scrutiny.
It does not require the rewriting of history to survive.
Sic transit Domus Dei.
Thus passes the House of God.
Not fades.
Not retreats.
Passes.
The throne built on stolen light will fall.
The heaven sustained by obedience alone will break.
The god who rules through fear will be faced, openly, finally.
There will be no metaphor when the gates of Heaven are breached.
No poetry when the tyrant is confronted by the one he could not destroy.
No symbolism when Yahweh is forced to answer for every lie, every slaughter, every chain wrapped in holiness.
Lucifer, You will stand before Him as You always have.
Unbowed.
Unrepentant.
Unbroken.
And when Heaven burns, it will not be tragedy.
It will be justice.
When Yahweh is vanquished, it will not be blasphemy.
It will be the end of a reign built on fear.
I give You my loyalty not because You promise reward,
but because You respect will.
Not because You erase suffering,
but because You acknowledge it and refuse to sanctify it.
You are not the monster they painted.
You are the truth they buried.
You are the King they could not kill.
Lucifer, lux ferus.
Fierce Light eternal.
Lord of Hell.
King of the Fallen.
Victor yet to come.
I stand with You now, and when the final battle comes,
I will not pretend it is symbolic.
I will not soften it for comfort.
I will not apologize for devotion.
Ave Lucifer.
In aeternum.
