My entry for the #ThursThreads this week. The prompt: "These vessels are not redeemable."
The Devil danced in the darkness of his own shadow. Only he
cast one in the face of the Light, a fact which brought him immeasurable amount
of perverse pleasure.
“Look at your creation. See how they reject him?” His joy
couldn’t be contained. “See how they revel in the blood! How they laugh with
each lick of the weapon in his flesh!” He licked his lips at the sight. Victory
was so close. Every beat of the stake in the hands of his enemy was a pulse of
life into his coming reign.
“Listen to their laughter. Hear their jeers.” He closed his
eyes, reveling in the sound. When he opened them again he saw the Father turn
away, His back to His Son. Darkness covered the whole Earth and he knew. The
devil knew, after so many eons, he had won.
“All your planning was for naught!” he taunted, hand flung
toward the crowd at the foot of the cross. “These vessels are not redeemable!”
he shouted. “There are no vessels of glory, only vessels of wrath!”
“It is finished.” The words wafted up from the Mount of Calvary
like sweet incense.
He bellowed his triumph to the host of angels and demons
gathered. Heaven and earth trembled at his voice. Rocks cracked, the ground
shook. For three days he celebrated.
On the third day the earth shook once more. A stone had been
moved. The grave was empty. His head was crushed.
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