Lucifer and The Theory of Good and Evil

The Theory Good and Evil
By Athanasios Petridis

He sat there crying, over nothing. No, it wasn't “nothing” at least to him. His whole life everyone hated him discriminated him and treated him like “nothing”. Now he was just crying about something small. He was crying because some kids were making fun of him. Most kids would brush it off, ignore it, but poor Lucifer couldn't do it. Why?, because it built up and now he had become so insecure that name calling was hell. Everyone gossiped about him and he knew of course, he constantly heard, “Totally incapable of physical work, not even on the bright side eh?”, even his parents treated him as total stranger.
Lucifer wasn't just bright, he was brilliant and comprehended everything said to him and everything he heard and saw. He couldn't understand why he was hated so much by everyone, even his dog ignored him. It was probably the only thing he could never understand and comprehend. He listened to people, always acted with manners and never insulted anyone. Lucifer was meant for something big and even though people hated and ignored him, he didn't know it but he felt that he was born for something. After that happened he swore to get revenge for what output he received from these people, these “friends”, this “family”. He stopped crying almost instantaneously, he had received this ability after crying so many times, as soon as he got over his pain he could stop all tears.
He had a new plan unwrapping in his mind. He decided to run away, run away to the bandit's camp. He could forge a new identity, make his own background anyway he wanted. He was fourteen-years-old now anyway. Thirteen was the age for adulthood, not that anyway respected him because of this fact. Joining was easy he heard, no test just proof of how you could help. He raised himself and walked out of his room to the kitchen. He told his mother he was going to buy some tools. Fortunetly she actually responded, “OK, Luc', make sure you don't bother anyone.” He was amazed how after so many years they still ignored him and showed no feeling towards him. They barely cared enough to hate. Lucifer had gotten used to be ignored, even though he was sensitive to negative attention, being ignored just made him more vengeful. He walked over to the tailor a normally kind man, just not kind towards Lucifer.
“Whats ya want today, boy?”
Lucifer replies in humble, “Just hooded cloak sir, nothing more.”
“Why would you want that?”
“Sir, I have the money to pay can I just have one?”
“Whatever you hooligan, here you go.”
“Thank you sir.”
“Just leave Luc'.”

He now needed a light sword that he could carry on his back and learn to wield. That wouldn't make a great impression but he was going to use his brain to get into the bandit's camp. He had to think of a way to prove he could help at the bandit's camp for them to except him into there group. He'd find a way, for now he needed supplies and a sword. Along his way to the blacksmith he bumped into his brother.
“What are you up to now?”, says his brother, Micheal.
“Nothing, Micheal I'm just buying some things.”
“You better not be bothering anyone,” replied his brother, and walked away towards home.
Lucifer was amazed how people constantly thought he was annoying everyone in the world, all he wanted them to realize was that he was perfectly normal, maybe not athletic but still normal.
Eventually he arrived to the blacksmith on the other side of town, the one that didn't know him apparently. He decided to go there so his parents wouldn't find out about him buying a sword. The blacksmith was quite unpopular, not because he had done anything but he was a Hun immigrant from the Hun Tribes. He was actually an amazing blacksmith and his sword were always sharp and looked amazing. People said they never dulled because he performed magic on them. Lucifer thought this was just a better reason to get his sword from him.
As he walked into the store he see the man polishing his swords.
The man looked up and says, “Oh, hello would you like to purchase something?”
This was Lucifer's chance to make a good impression, “Yes sir, I would like a light sword please.”
“Any other special requests?”, the man replies.
“If you can, I'd like one that is kind of eye-catching, if you know what I mean.”
“I have just the thing its an ancient sword and they say it was used by a boy around your age many years ago to destroy a huge amount of evil, all other information has been lost with the generations, but if someone like a historian sees this sword you will be greatly renowned, even most normal civilians know the story.”
“Great, how much does it cost sir?”, is Lucifer's only answer.
“Its a bit on the pricey side, its 1,000-1,200 gold coins depending on mass.”
“That is a lot but I have been saving up since I was young for a day like this, I think that according to my mass it should be 1,109 gold coins.”
“How did you do all that math in your head, I believe you but I have to measure it sorry.”
“Ok, I don't mind, I will wait.”, he replies in wistful manner.
As the kind man counts and weighs Lucifer's coins, Lucifer wanders the store. He sees bloody swords, immense swords, elf like swords, and incredibly sharp and polished swords. He see different seals on them, some from bandits, and some from guilds1 he has heard of, some he hasn't, and even royal swords. He was amazed at the man's collection and at his custom made swords as well. He had some beautiful swords that had diamonds and other precious rocks, or where made of gold and iron. Eventually the man was done.
“Amazing, exactly 1,109 gold coins according to your coin's mass,” the man exclaimed.
“I just happen to be very good at math, and I know my coin mass by heart from when I had sent some golden nuggets to a coin factory.”
“I see, well you seem like such a nice boy so I will only charge 1,000 coins.”
“Thank you so much sir, I wish everyone treated me with the same kindness I have received from you, by the way is there anywhere where I can get some training for wielding this sword.”
“No, I'm sorry but this area is just to peaceful and almost no one has weapons and needs any swords.”
“Ok thank you sir, maybe I will see you again one day.”
Lucifer walked home and was a bit disappointed because this proves that he is normal and kind, I he wasn't why would this man treat him with respect. He decided that he would buy his produce supplies tomorrow in the morning and leave at night.


“Grab the kid and lets go.”
“You sure this is him, does it match the description?”
“Yes, yes thats him, now lets go.”
Lucifer is sitting there with his eyes closed wondering if there talking about him or his brother. He opens one eye and see bandits hovering over him. He jumps out of his bed and grabs his sword.
“Please put that down we're not here to hurt you, we're bandits from the camp, our seer has told us that you are destined to be with us.”
“How can I believe you, to join the camp you must prove yourself or perish before all the bandits?!”
“You must prove yourself and you have, one for carrying that sword, two our seer wants you, and three you show wit and intelligence.”
“Fine, I will come but what is it that your seer wants about me?”
The bandit that been quiet speaks up, “We can't say, at least not for now.........”,
“Ok, I'll come with, but be careful guards are patrolling this area of the town.”
“HAHAHAHAHA, GUARDS?, you think guards can stop us, maybe you are foolish.”
“I did not know your power know lets go, before we wake someone.”
Truth was, Lucifer was scared, he did not know if he could trust these men, let alone follow them, what if they weren't bandits, what if they were kidnappers or murderers. For now he couldn't do much but follow them, they'd probably take him to the camp anyway. They hadn't done anything for him not to trust them. Still strangers are strangers either way so he was extremely wary of them and held his sword by his side. He knew for sure now it must be a very powerful sword, for looks more then battle. The bandits shuddered at the look of it. He hoped to ask this “seer” what was the story of his sword, and why a small town blacksmith have had it in his possession. It was truly a mystery, for now though he had to think of what he could do to make sure he stays alive. He had no idea if the “seer” might just need him for a sacrifice or to use to do something that he had no desire to do.
He had heard the stories of “The Bandit Camp” of course. The bandits had girls, food, and spirits for everyone. Even the lowest of classes there were always satisfied with what they received. They were just “a couple” of guys with there girls doing what was the only thing left for them to do – steal things. It was dangerous, but they needed to survive in this world with no forgiveness. Lucifer wanted to take the same path, and he knew very well no one from his village, or if he had a better choice than this and staying at the village and being hated his whole life. Now the only thing he had to fear was death and being rejected from society all over again. Weighing out the odds everything looked good, (gulp) hopefully.


To be continued........