Lucifer's Child (Prologue)

I leaned back in my chair and shut my eyes. A smile slowly crept on to my face. After thousands of years, my plan was so close to being completed. My father had wanted to play God, and for that he was banished. His immortality left him, and he succumbed to old age and death, but not before he had a child. Me. Now I  was ready to be God.  A few more deaths, a little blood, and then I would be in business. Almost all of my children had returned, my creations gathered and prepared. Through each age that I have walked this Earth, I have had assistants, minions, to help me achieve my goal. But none of them had ever proven their worth, or that they deserved the gift of immortality I had bestowed upon them. There had been those who had come so close; close enough to taste the victory, and then forced to swallow the bitter defeat that came. These men were Brutus, Judas, Hitler, and Hussein. It was too late that I realized men were useless for these jobs. Unfortunately, I do not have the power to see into the future; therefore all of those crushing defeats had seemed so utterly devastating and ruinous. But, as time progressed, it became increasingly clear that I had weakened the system, and would soon break it. Of course, I could not have come so far without the continuous aid of the rest of the world. Corruption, jealousy, greed, and a thirst for power were like unstoppable diseases, infecting from a single touch. This helped to spread the discord that I strove for. Now, the dead would awaken, heed my summons, and become bound to the earth. My faithful allies and creations would come out of shadow to bind themselves to me. There were those who would try to stop me. That was inevitable. The fools had underestimated me, though, and did not have the strength to repel my attack. I would regain my father’s position. And once I had that, I would usurp the ultimate throne. But first, there was a little - a little business that must be taken care of.1