[ WP ] Satan prevents a suicide .

The Morningstar rises into the clouds, passing through them. The bright sun of his Father illuminates Him and his flesh brightens pink. The atmosphere, the rays, the moisture of the clouds, none of it affects Satan. It would change the weak flesh of the children of God. If human beings had wings, then they would burn here. Far away, in Hell, Satan burned them in the flames of his own making. 
 
 The question again, rose as always to the forefront of his mind: if he is separate and apart, as a person is to ants, then should he act? If Satan has the will, even if it is not the ‘ divine will ’, what right had God to intervene? 
 
 Ministering Hell took his time and effort, inexhaustible though it was; he deserved a new adventure, presently. Something different and lively perhaps. He dived, impossibly fast, his abilities proof that he was above the mortal vessels of souls. 
 
 A bridge. A trail of cars honking. And yet, the front most cars had occupants trying to remain silent, hushing children and low voices. Satan could tell those humans could barely breathe and would not force themselves look at the spectacle. If they, these children, would not deign whatever was the matter, then He would stray towards it. 
 
 A woman stood on the edge of the bridge, her hands behind her clutched the wrought iron rail, but, she looked like she would let go at any moment. Satan alighted down beside her in his graceful manner, smiling, radiant and all-loving in his expression. 
 
 “ Child, why do you hover on the edge? Do you not know what it would bring you? ” Satan asked. 
 
 She tensed even further, her nerves stretched raw and nearly to the breaking point. 
 
 “ Who are you?! ” she shrieked at him. 
 
 “ Lucifer, the Morningstar, a lost angel. Maybe. Your last hope. ” 
 
 She obviously did not believe him. Her eyes stuck on him, but after taking in his inhuman loveliness her sight was forced back over the water. 
 
 Satan did not like that she looked away. His smile edged dangerously as his voice became a blade cutting through her existence. 
 
 “ You are Sarah Anthony, you have lived to be 30 and your natural lifespan would be another 43 years. The reason you are here is: One, you have killed a child inside your body. And two, you hate your life. Most days you wonder why you mope around on through your dismal existence. ” 
 
 Her eyes red with blood vessels moistened again, but she had run out of tears. 
 
 “ Oh, God. Who are you, I can ’ t take it anymore, I ’ m going to kill myself. ” She trembled. 
 
 “ Sarah. I ’ m not here to talk you down, but you will listen to me. ” 
 
 The Morningstar took her chin in his powerful hand and made her nod. 
 
 “ When you jump, fall more like, you will die and enter my realm. Hell. Obviously. I have marked you. ” 
 
 His finger pressed into her neck like a burning iron. 
 
 “ When you get there, I assure you all your suffering up to now will be insignificant, rubbish. My slaves will make you forfeit more than life. Do you understand? Now look around, do you notice anything odd? ” Again, His hand forced her neck around, she had to let go of the rail and turn for fear of it snapping. The cars and people all around were still. There was no noise, no feel of wind or passing of time. 
 
 “ No games, Sarah. What I have done to you, you can do to people, humankind, even though you are one of them - you can best them. ” Satan ’ s voice seduced. 
 
 “ Why? I ’ ve tried. It ’ s so hard. I killed my baby. ” 
 
 “ Would you forget that? Your options were so limited, you had no others. ” 
 
 It can not all be for the better good. Morningstar had understood that thousands of years ago. 
 
 Satan ’ s hand released her neck and picked her up effortlessly. He rose up, through a force not propelled by flapping wings. He shielded Sarah and brought her higher and higher, until they passed through the clouds and emerged into bright glory. 
 
 “ Sarah. Look. ” 
 
 The Morningstars wings opened and Sarah took in the sun and sky and world. 
 Sarah was burning, but the beauty of it struck her dumb. 
 
 “ Tomorrow you will wake up, as though none of this had happened, you will know that it was no dream farce. ” He talked loudly to ensure she heard him. 
 
 His wings enfolded her again and only small rays pierced through to light up her face next to him. 
 
 He whispered into her ear, into her thoughts. 
 
 “ Make the world change for you. Challenge God. You may win something; otherwise I wait to torment you. ” 
 
 He kissed her neck and she was awake no longer. Satan brought Sarah to her home. 

