by Will Irons
He swigged the liquor. It was his last. It was the first time he became sober.
As he hit the notes on the piano, his fingers danced. Like the many sessions before, his wife and daughter were captivated. They could name Mozart and Chopin as the greats. But in this musician family, he was THE GOD.
His tears began to synchronise with his music. His mind searched his recent past…
From the day he laid his eyes on her, he felt the need to be human. He struggled with it. He did it. It was not easy. The sophistication tagged with human relationships was beyond his imagination. They faced objections from her family and friends. They were pushed to poverty. They almost gave up their lives for what humans called love. They overcame the odds and kept together. He realised it was worth it…
That instance he carried his baby, he felt the need to remain rooted. Those little eyes, fingers and toes created that admission that maybe the master was right; that he had been so wrong. The kisses, hugs and words made him savour every stage of his child’s growth…
Thirty years was puny against his existence. He knew his humanity had broken down every ounce of hatred within his nature.
Yet, he must leave and the truth must be told.
He finished the last sustained note and looked at them.
He whispered, “I love you!”
The music consumed Lucifer in flames.
He was gone, forever.