Interview with Lucifer

One night, late at night I was submersed into sad but stupid considerations, pale considerations, paler than this paper where I write down these pale lines.

Suddenly a brusque nightwind coming in through the window blew my candle, leaving my room in complete darkness for 2 or 3 seconds.

Then I heard a click and the light returned, a tremendous radiance coming from nowhere specifically.

Excessively bright this light was, almost obscene, like the illumination of certain mega supermarkets, that doesn't let us blink in front of the cashier, that illumination of the megastores, which ignites the own light of our stare, and makes us blink consciously...as we do when we feel nervous and observed: our blinks become conscious, and that's easily noticeable, when someone is not relaxed and blinks consciously, because his blinks are unnatural, ceremonious, slightly uncontrolled.

Because our stare has its own light, you know, not figuratively: physically. We emit actual light through our eyes, when we look at people in the eyes (even certain animals), this light we emit changes, because there is a clash of lights.
All the information-light emitted and received is processed and classified by our brain unconsciously, then the information it's mentally filed, and latent, to be used when it's opportune.

This is why some people -even some animals sometimes- don't look at the others in the eyes, that specimen cannot stand the light (even they cannot stand emitting his own light).

There are infinite combinations of lights, even in a same person, and combinations of warmths, I think, and of brilliancy.
Some differences in the combinations must be imperceptibly complex, but...probably our brain still can note them, and classify them. Unconsciously.

Because our brain is a machine made to classify, and to act according to the classification.
Of course we don't realize how brutal, how animal these unconscious classifications are...the stare of a well-dressed businessman, who wears Armani, and even indulges in the sophisticated bad tastes of the trendy luxury, his stare when he observes his employees (and he's not being observed), it's the same irrational stare of the dominant Homo Erectus observing his tribe chasing a deer.

2)

...Immediately after this bright light was turned on in my room, a discordant and distant sound of flutes was heard for 7 or 8 seconds, and vanished

a strange figure was standing in front of me, at 3 or 4 meters of distance, his presence filled the air with a strong smell, like glycerine.

I stayed petrified, seated on my chair, looking at him, absolutely astonished.


A man, tall and dressed like a gigolo, brown haired, and with this radiance coming from his skin.
The light came from his skin.

I didn't dare to move, and I guess the horror in my face was impossible to hide...he came closer with calm eyes and his mouth semi-open, in ironic gesture:

"Greetings, I'm Lucifer" he said.

I believed it.





His body, his whole contexture had a normal sense of proportion, but everything...every thing about him denoted...how can I explain? Denoted something excessive.

There was something...I don't know...subtly excessive, showy, excess in certain details. His teeth, the shining of his skin, the hair...the curve of his eyebrows, his golden rings, the shining of his red-brown shoes was almost blinding, the long sideburns...his nails and his neck, specially.



The nails...

Everything in him was excessive, ceremonious, affected, pompous, inhuman...or maybe too human.

His voice sounded as if it came from his stomach, deep and glottal, but aristocratically clear.

Excessively clear.

With a cordial and sibilant Scottish accent he started talking to me. It was the first time in my life I could understand what the fuck someone speaking with Scottish accent was saying:

"Greetings, I am that Day Star who turns any deleterious thing into delight: allow me to sit down on your bed."

This said, and as he effectively seated on the bed, his right hand took a music CD I left there

"Lucifer's Friend" he read with cold voice

his face adopted a huge, unnatural, plasticoid smile which filled my spine with cold shivers.

Staring suddenly at me in the eyes he said: "Don't be afraid my little friend, every now and then when I see some worried human, I grace him with the privilege of my presence for a while, just for fun."

Later, long time later I realized that all his arrogant, borderline bizarre behaviour, was partly ironical. A sort of parody, a twisted homage to the mankind.

...When he noted I was about to talk, he said with coldness: "My proceedings are arbitrary and unexpected, don't wonder why I am here, be polite and careful my son, and I could illuminate you tonight."

I opened my mouth, and again was about to speak, when he brusquely cut and interrupted my weak attempt, before I could even pronounce a word:

"Always, be polite and careful in this life, careful especially."


A tense silence happened, I don't know if it was one minute or five, his stare was fixed over me, and I was paralyzed...finally he relaxed the gesture and invited me to speak what I had to say, with a cordial movement of his left hand.

- "Are you really..?" I dared to half-ask at last.

- "What do you think?" he asked, pretending to be intrigued.

- "I believe you are" I whispered confused

- "Your faith has saved you, son" he said with cynical smile, and bursted into rageful laughs.


I swallowed saliva.

- "Why are you so worried tonight?" He said

- "Problems" I said, looking at the wall, idiotized

- "Problems!? Look at me: I am punished, damned and condemned since forever, since always, since never ever more, and I still laugh..."

- "I'm not so strong" I replied with thin voice, but slightly defiant stare

- "Sure! You're a moron, a hypocrite, a miserable, because you're not brave enough to reject the comfortable and safe mediocrity, because your mind is full of barriers.
I am envy, because I wanted to be God, I tried, and I fell.
I am envy but I have a strong love inside of me...yet...
But you, you: what do you have?
Doubts, my son, that's all you have, more doubts than most of the humans. I am leaving here now."

And he still added

"All I can tell you is: try to see deep inside of yourself, be sincere my son.
And if you have to love with a desperate, laughable, nonsensical, abnormal, reckless, absurd, monstruous passion, just do it.
And if you have to climb mountains, and fall in jail, and break the law, and dive into the deepest ocean, and travel the world 100 times, and even descend into the Hells to search for that diamond that your heart desires, you would be insane if you don't...do it.
Be careful..."

The radiance disappeared leaving me alone in the dark.