

Last week, Teagan Geneviene posted a delightful challenge, which was to have a character post a diary entry. The reason for the entry was to develop the character further and add to the author’s understanding of the character’s personality. By clicking on Teagan’s name, you can go see the post. It is really worth the visit.
As many of you know, my last two books, Eternal Road and The Last Drive, have Lucifer himself as a central character. He has to be the penultimate protagonist. Like most characters, Lucifer has a side of him that even the author may not know about. I thought it would be fun to look in his Diary (hopefully without being caught) to see if there is something about Lucifer we may learn.
Thanks to Teagan for the prompt.
November 2023
Dear Diary,
Here, we are facing another bleak holiday season. I don’t know about you, but if I had my way, I would eliminate all the humans and their overdone attempts at mirth. However, I always need to remind myself when I think of such a drastic measure that eliminating humans would leave a paucity of souls to torture. I guess I can only dream. Ha.
On another note, Dear Diary, I must make an appointment with my psychologist. I was a bit harsh when I stormed out of his office and banned him to the lower ring. He is such a nudge, though. I don’t think he knows how annoying those “So how did that make you feel?” questions are. I know how the hell I feel. I want him to tell me what it is I should be feeling. I’ll tell you that Sigmund Freud was lucky he squeaked into heaven. I would have him by the neck right now.
Am I that difficult to get along with, Dear Diary? Almost everyone I run into can’t wait to get out of my sight. Do you think I should do something about my appearance? Maybe it’s not me at all, but their insecurities about having blown the Earthy test. I just wish I could have a conversation without all the shaking and knee-knocking. I almost feel sorry for them.
I’m wondering if I should have some kind of office party. No, Dear Diary, not in celebration of you know who’s birthday but just to get to know folks better. I mean, if we all had a chance to meet informally, maybe the knee-knocking and shaking would become a thing of the past. Of course, who am I kidding? I’m the Lord of the Underworld, and folks should be afraid. In fact, if I go on like this next year, please remind me of my place.
I wonder how long some mistletoe would last in this heat? Enough for now, Dear Diary. I hear the arrival horn indicating a new set of miscreants needing a welcome. I think I’ll put on the Hermes red suit. I find folks are much more calm when they see that. That snake with wings outfit really shakes them up. No, Dear Diary, we will leave the pitchfork for another day. I might do a silk pocket square, though. Got it at Neiman’s.















Coffee has a way of calming nerve endings, and the coffee machine makes the need for calming nerve endings an absolute necessity. The grinding beans, the sound of tamping, and the initial spurt of brown aroma-filled liquid from the spout are all designed to place the anticipation gauge on maximum. It makes one want to tell the machine to quit the clown act and deliver the goods.


























