#19 Johnny: The Throne of Lucifaria
In the shadowed depths of the world, where darkness and light wrestled for dominion, Lucifaria, descended. His wings, once radiant with celestial fire, now bore the weight of revenge.
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LUCIFARIA PROVOKES A WAR
In the shadowed depths of the world, where darkness and light wrestled for dominion, Lucifaria, the Morning Star, descended. His wings, once radiant with celestial fire, now bore the weight of rebellion.
Moments after Apollyon deceived Israel into signing a fake peace deal, chaos broke out throughout the world. Johnny was empowered by the revolt, yet fear dominated every fiber of his being. He immediately confided in Apollyon.
Johnny: Apollyon, what is to become of us?
Apollyon: Our Master, Lucifaria, will now descend from his darkened world to rule directly through the two of us to establish his utopia of freedom. Johnny, do not fear, rejoice in what is about to happen.
Lucifaria was consumed with remembrance - the day that the Hebrew God’s angel, Michael, threw him from God’s domain. Memories of being homeless, lacking in a throne, and without a kingdom plagued him since his removal. He knew this was his hour of power.
Apollyon: Our Master has been waiting for this moment. He will now fill the new Temple with his presence. He will sit me upon the throne seat of the Jews most holy place. He will rule the earth through me from this seat of power. You, Johnny, will require all those upon the earth to receive my Mark - 666.
Johnny: And what if they refuse such a Mark? And by the way, exactly what do these numbers represent?
Apollyon: Johnny, Johnny, it is the same Mark that you have. The first six is the number of humanity, the second six is number of the fallen world, and the final six is the number of Lucifaria. With this Mark, Lucifaria will guarantee the masses will worship him through me. Your job will be to slaughter all those who refuse to pledge their allegiance to him. Are we clear?
Johnny: Crystal.
Lucifaria alighted upon the chaotic hill in Jerusalem, the soil cracked and parched, mirroring the desolation within his heart. The fallen angel surveyed the realm he sought to claim—a fractured web of humanity, deceptively ensnared with threads of false hope and prosperity.
The air hummed with anticipation as he unfurled his wings, their feathers tarnished by defiance. His eyes, once mirrors reflecting the Creator’s love, now held the cold gleam of ambition & revenge. He would forge his own kingdom, a throne carved from the bones of mortality.
Lucifaria’s deceptions echoed through the winds, reaching the ears of kings and beggars alike. He promised power—the kind that could sway empires and crumble mountains. His silver tongue wove illusions, blinding hearts to the cost of their desires.
And so, the fallen one began his ascent. He courted rulers, whispered secrets in their chambers, and sowed discord among brothers. His throne would not be built on brute force alone; it would rise from within the walls of the Holy of Holies within the Third Temple of the Jews.
He established his court—a motley assembly of fallen angels, demons, disgraced seraphs, and wayward souls. Their loyalty was bought with promises of immortality, their allegiance sealed with the blood of the Saints. Together, they wove spells that ensnared minds and ensnared souls.
The throne materialized—an obsidian monolith atop the hill of Jerusalem. Its edges were jagged, a reflection of Lucifaria’s fractured heart. He sat upon the High Priest’s sacred throne, his wings enfolding him like a shroud. From this vantage point, he surveyed the world through his global antichrist - to rule.
Cities crumbled under his influence. Leaders bowed before him; their crowns tarnished by compromise. The very fabric of reality strained against his will. Yet, amid the chaos, a whisper lingered—a memory of the 144,000 pure bloodline Jews who refuted him, a longing for authentic redemption.
Lucifaria’s eyes narrowed as he glimpsed a solitary figure—Johnny, wide-eyed and deceptively innocent. Johnny reached out, fingers brushing the hem of his tattered robe. “Why?” Johnny asked. “Why do you seek dominion over a broken world?”
The fallen angel hesitated. For a moment, the weight of eternity pressed upon him. He remembered the light, the love he had once known. But pride surged within him, drowning the echo of remorse.
“Because,” Lucifaria replied, his voice a blade, “I am the Morning Star. I deserve more than servitude. I will reign, even if it means tearing heaven from its foundations.”
And so, the throne of shadows stood—a testament to rebellion, a monument to pride. But deep within Johnny’s darkened heart, a spark remained—a memory of the Grace of his father’s God, a longing for final redemption. Perhaps, one day, my father’s Hebrew God will show His mighty force with a single word.
Outside the Temple Johnny noticed wars erupting on all sides of Israel. The Chief Priest of the Israeli Council was calling for a final war. Johnny knew instantly that the world had entered its darkest hour.
Apollyon walks up behind Johnny and speaks.
Apollyon: The day has come for you to display your ultimate calling. This will be your greatest hour. Command the religious to worship me directly or die by the sword of Lucifaria.
Johnny: In unwavering loyalty, I pledge to live or die by the side of our leader.
With that, Apollyon slipped back into the Temple, sat on the Mercy Seat of God, and began to allow Lucifaria to rule the world with the iron hand of deception.
Coming up next: LUCIFARIA ENRAGED BY THE WOMAN ISRAEL