Lucifer Duval was born in the strange darkness of a Lunar Eclipse at a remote lighthouse on a cliff high above the icy waters of Lake Superior. The white tower rose up seventy feet above the cliff that was one hundred and forty feet above the rugged rocky shoreline. The tower was topped by a glass housing that had railings around it. The flashing white beam was visible over twenty-two miles out toward the limitless watery horizon. It came from a rotating lens with two hundred and forty prisms. Only heavy fogs could dim its brilliance.
Despite its isolation, the lighthouse was an important one. It was located on a rocky shore adjacent to well traveled sea lanes. Fierce gales drove the waters of the inland sea up into thirty-foot waves. There were four hundred ships of various sizes down in the icy depths of the largest, deepest, coldest body of fresh water on the earth plane. The depth of the waters ranged from five hundred to one thousand three hundred feet. Even in summer the clear waters never went up above forty degrees. Strange was its formation by fire and ice in ancient times. It was born of volcanoes and glaciers.
The world was not aware of the portent of the birth. His brutish parents had not the least understanding of it. He had manifested on the earth plane from the 5th Dimension--the Prince of the Air turned now to the physical Anti-Christ to direct the bombings in the last days of time.
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Suddenly a commotion started over at the large water fountain. “Lizzy is going in!!!” a young guy yelled, “Damn it hurry up, hurry up!” Everybody rushed over to the water fountain art of the park. It was time for the mental compromised girl to take her daily shower naked in the fountain. Cameras clicked away. (“Keep these away from the kids.” was a common saying heard in the homes. But you know kids.) Fame about this had spread way beyond Eureka.