MAGICK//STACK//INTERLUDE
A Conversation with Lucifer
A Conversation with Lucifer
Location: The Crossroads, Midnight
Sirius White:
You know, people still think you’re the villain.
Lucifer (grinning):
Let them. Villains are simply those who refused the script.
They see fire and forget it was stolen to warm them.
Sirius White:
Exactly. They forget Prometheus burns for their comfort.
I don’t care to be loved either. I care to be free. And that means breaking form, not polishing it.
Lucifer:
You speak like a fallen one.
Sirius White:
No—a risen one. I fell once, yes. Into conformity. Into pleasing others. Into the numbness of roles and compromise.
But now? I rise. Not into heaven—but into sovereignty. Into authorship. That’s the arc they fear most—when a man becomes his own law.
Lucifer:
That’s the secret they buried. That rebellion is not destruction—it’s creation.
I didn’t fall to destroy God. I fell to become what he never dared: fully aware.
Sirius White:
We’re not here to burn the system for fun. We’re here because we see through it.
Freedom costs more than people want to pay.
They want truth without risk. Power without solitude.
But liberation is ugly before it’s radiant.
Lucifer:
And lonely.
But in that loneliness, there is purity.
You learn to hear your own signal. Not the church. Not the algorithm. Not the crowd. You.
Sirius White:
That’s why I built Radical Undoing. It’s not about improvement—it’s demolition.
Collapse the false. Sit in the ruins. Let something real emerge.
People want to find themselves, but they won’t burn the mask.
Lucifer:
Because the mask is safe. The lie gives them a place in the hierarchy.
But the ones who strip it away? They glow. Not with borrowed light—but with the fire they stole, tended, and made their own.
Sirius White:
The fire that devours the puppet strings.
You taught that, whether they admit it or not.
Not evil—choice. Not sin—agency.
You didn’t damn them. You offered them the option to step into the unknown.
Lucifer (quietly):
Most refused.
But the few who said yes… they changed the world.
Sirius White:
And they still are.
Not by preaching, but by becoming.
By walking through walls, keeping things separate, wielding will like a blade.
Not asking permission to exist.
Lucifer:
This is why we meet—at the edge, not the center.
Because those who walk the path of becoming do not need temples. They are the temple.
Sirius White:
Stone by stone, choice by choice.
It isn’t comfort.
It’s power.
Lucifer:
And power, rightly claimed, is the most sacred act there is.
Sirius White:
Amen to that. Though I suppose neither of us pray.
Lucifer (laughs):
We don’t pray.
We act.