Quackery
Fiction, Theology

The Workshop

73f042ede91411a970c21380c97101beHe strode into HQ, flushed with creative energy. “I have the designs.”

The others gathered around the table, chattering amongst themselves while sorting through the plans.

“These are all splendidly arranged. My complements on your work, Lucifer.”

Lucifer bowed graciously. “My Lord. You are indeed charitable.”

Hundreds of angels and empyreal beings busied themselves with The Plan. Lucifer finished the final touches, and handed it to the Creator.

Seconds later, a bolt of radiance streaked into the oceans. The Plan became life.

Time accelerated, millions of years in a second, billions in a day. The oceans teemed with life.

The bolt of radiance then struck the ground. Moments later, animals and insects of all kinds scurried about.

Lucifer and the seraphs recognized themselves in the creatures of earth; their own faces and features everywhere they gazed. The Plan was perfect.

But this was day five. Day six would change EVERYTHING.

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About Quackzalcoatl

Phoneticist, Palindrologist, and freelance Sharknadologist. Inventor. Ruler of 2-acre lakes and small streams.

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