I've Had It: And Then Some

By Rote Writer

In Lucifer’s mind, there are legions of demons bound to his will. His will is to unleash the hell humans have created with all their wrongs on earth so that everyone gets their due. His rue shall be done come kingdom come.

His will is to right all wrongs including his own. To return to heaven and to make heaven a place on earth. Afte

• Language: English
• Publisher: Rote Writer Publishing
• Release date: Sep 26, 2017
• ISBN: 9781123133585

Rote Writer

Author: Tim Zeigdel, born Timmy McGuire February 14, 1963 was adopted at the age of eight when his name changed. Tim now adopts the penname Rote Writer. He started writing decades ago after a light inspired him to write his life story. Tim, since then, has amassed many memoirs written in story form & journals collected in: The Rote Writer Series.

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Chapter 1 I've had it

I’ve had it.

With these words Lucifer leaves the office though not before sticking his head back through the doorway to one more time and say,

I’ve had it.

He could have let go like lighting a thousand times these famous last words. Like swords, they are his last to God whom He jolts when leaving heaven like a lightning bolt.

I’ve had it.

He leaves then like now for the same damn reason. He won’t bow to anyone. He loves God just as much as he loves the Lord his boss; his best friend from childhood, but again his boss here on earth as it is in heaven asks him to bow down and not frown upon his employees.

How can he not. The hard earned money the Lord makes pays for all the salaries and then some. Some just sit there hiding behind headphones, while others spend more time out of their seats than in them doing work. Time at work flies by when one or the other makes a pot of coffee or takes a smoke break every fifteen minutes. And even the ones who find time to sit at their desks; still find ways to lose money for the Lord by their work ethic and ethos.

Lucifer knows if he were the Lord... not one, two, or three, but four employees would be instantly fired: George Brett Michaels, the Yew, Tuwee and Itcky. And if they cried foul he would just have to look at them and say;

Like really. I’ve been before you, behind you, you’ve been on my right hand and on my left. I know who works and there are some who do; like Gee, Mel, Jo and Linz along with the new employee Da who does what three people can’t do. The rest of you don’t.

And if not working while at work, then they’re stealing from the Lord. The way they slack with their lackadaisical manner and mode to do as little as possible.

For Lucifer it feels like a crime is being committed every time he sees one or the other avoid any responsibility. The amount of time and effort some go out of their way to get away with doing nothing is criminal.

Normally he wouldn’t care but Lucifer loves the Lord as a brother from a different mother, like Isaac and Ishmael.

The thought of anyone using or abusing him is a sin. For him it’s like coming home to see all these strange people living in the house the Lord builds. Only to see them steal money, spoil food, while shitting and pissing on the floor. Disrespecting Him with dereliction of duty on a daily basis.

On this basis, every time he sees other employees getting off scot-free when they come to not work—he gets bent out of shape.

Lucifer sees all the bugs, the bad behaviour. He’s knee deep in hell as his head reaches for the heights in heaven. All that is found above, below and around on the ground he sees. He sees too much, much too much.

Lucifer loves the Lord like he loves God long before they’re any other angels or employees to be. So when he sees employees using and abusing their positions in respect to their power they believe they have in the office—it offends him.

A lot of bad behaviour depends upon favour the Lord shows or bestows upon one or the other. One may play softball outside the office with the Lord and believe he’s best buddies because of it. Another may be the Lord’s tenant and know the Lord has become dependent upon his rent.

The illusion or delusion of friendship or favour the boss shows will make one if not some believe they have power over other employees. And it is in this they begin to think they can get away with doing nothing—disrespecting everyone in the process.

The truth is one or the other would be nothing without their jobs. And to disrespect their jobs and other employees is like spitting in the face of the Lord whom Lucifer loves.

It seems the Lord turns a blind eye to what’s going on. Or unwittingly undermines every effort Lucifer attempts in making sure employees perform their jobs and act respectful. It riles Lucifer.

Way back in the beginning he’s asked by the Lord to let him know what’s going on behind the scenes.

What are they saying about me... behind my back?

What’s going on... who’s doing what?

And so he does. He does so out of love for the Lord. He’s living with the Lord at the time.

Chapter 2 Flash Back

The night before he leaves to live with the Lord, he sees Avatar. And funny a few days after he leaves work, it’s the first movie he buys when it comes out on DVD.

A time span of six months or so it takes for the best selling movie of all time to go from the theatre to disc. It’s concurrent when he first starts work to being done with it.

Alpha and Omega—every part of Lucifer’s life there’s a beginning and an end and the end always returns to the beginning. He knows he will one day return from where he begins—in heaven. He’s lived it. He knows. Everything for him is like going through the motions. When knowing the outcome it’s just a matter of dressing up for the occasion.

He dresses up warmly on his way to see the movie. It’s frightfully cold. The film is playing not far from the hotel he stays in. Going to the movies will kill time while waiting for his first flight from the northern city. The city is far enough from the town he hails from to make him stay overnight to catch the early flight.

It’s the same hotel he works in many years ago. He’s surprised to see it has new owners. Many of the beautiful framed photographs of wild animals and wilderness are still present. As are the two moose racks locked in a death match, mounted in a display with a bit of a blurb below.

The new owners let him printout his itinerary and ticket from his laptop with their printer. He’s amazed how easy it is to book a flight online with no help from any agent in the real or virtual world. However, he does ask a few travel agencies for airfares before booking his own.

He downloads a lot of music as well. They have high-speed internet. His laptop has wireless capabilities. After a few years with dial-up, he’s amazed how far and fast the future comes. No waiting for pictures to appear.

Near the midnight hour he nods a bit. He picks up the remote to see what’s on. He clicks through the channels and sees nothing of interest. Fifty plus channels and still they can’t put on quality programming. He wonders who programs the television stations. From what he can see someone who follows every fad countered with others who find anything obsolete or obscure to put in prime time slots. Sometimes it’s just unbelievable what’s considered programming. And the commercials every ten minutes; its every twenty minutes ten years ago.

Tired he tries to sleep. He can’t sleep. He constantly looks at the alarm clock, attentive to what time he has to get up to catch the shuttle to the airport. He spends the night thinking. He looks back on his life. He remembers the strife.

Lucifer remembers he has a conflict with the previous owner of the hotel. He’s working for him while living in the hotel at the same time. The conflict arises when the owner asks Lucifer to work extra hours. When Lucifer says he’s already too tired with the hours he has, the owner in the heat of the moment says Lucifer has mental problems.

Mental problems, Lucifer is in disbelief; then it dawns on him. He remembers what the humans do to him. They strap him down for five of six scheduled shock treatments, Electroconvulsive Therapy. It’s during the fifth when Lucifer’s mind, body and spirit adapts to the anaesthesia.

He’s aware of all that’s about to befall.

His eyes roll as he lies awake. He can feel the heat searing through his two temples as the electricity enters. Like a light bulb, the electric current connects and turns on a white light behind his eyes as his life flashes. He convulses and contorts.

Had he not been mouthed with a bit and strapped down he would have flipped flopped like a fish out of water.

They leave it on for too long. He senses the smell of something surfacing. The scent of singed hair comes through his nasal cavity.

Ever since being forced to consent to the ECT, after enduring every psychiatric drug designed; Lucifer’s been fighting to find a way to keep what’s left of his mind and memory.

It takes him many years of homelessness, after hanging from a tree to be finally free of the demon of depression. Lucifer who reigns in hell, knows here on earth he has to endure and exorcise every demon before he can be cleansed of them all to enter heaven. It’s like anything: preparation.

While in the hospital a friendly nurse suggests writing. It helps with his mind and his memory. It’s a good way to bind all that he finds in a book.

Chapter 3 Bound

In Lucifer’s mind, there are legions of demons bound to his will. His will is to unleash the hell humans have created with all their wrongs on earth so that everyone gets their due. His rue shall be done come kingdom come.

His will is to right all wrongs including his own. To return to heaven and to make heaven a place on earth. After all he’s not just the Lord of Hell, he’s also been given dominion over earth.

Heaven would have come down long before had not humans created such a hell on earth. Human population now reaching exponential growth, has in turn churned many more ready to be burned in hell. With so many, hell is now like an overflowing well of worms. There’s no more room. Not even for the likes of Lucifer.

With no room to grow, many are now lost to live in limbo. Imagine a room, a train car; better yet a cave or cavernous vault, with so many people stuffed inside there’s no room to move. Just squirming like worms, like maggoty meat deep in hell’s heat. The stink and stench, the scratching and scraping, the screaming and scheming is sickening.

And this is just limbo... hell is a hell of a lot worse, with the gnashing and biting; faces defaced, clawed raw with the misery, the maw. The worms, the germs, the bacteria and diarrhoea with no sleep or place to keep. The insanity, the lost vanity; the cruel rule of hell’s fuel for all to feel will reel those responsible for their actions.

The popes, priests and pastors in the past responsible for burning witches at stakes now in turn burn in an internal, infernal and eternal hell. The bloody battles, inquisitions and spurious suspicions will now have jurisdiction forever over those responsible.

A perpetual nightmare is what’s to come for those who have done wrong in the name of the Lord.

Those who have killed, maimed in the name of the Lord, for money or for possession now find themselves killed, maimed in the same form or fashion or forever stressed with being obsessed with the emptiness of the need for greed. Those who have suffered others now suffer the same fate. There is no escape, no way to wash away the wrong.

This is what awaits those with ill fates.

Lucifer has no choice but to incarnate to what abates.

There’s no such thing as a clean slate. Only fools think forgiveness leaves them free to go on another killing spree. Those who think the Lord suffered for them sickens Lucifer. Only the damnable would send someone else in their stead to suffer for them. The