Read Online Soul Conquered by Lisa Gail Green - Free Book Online Page B

table she set up and peer over her
shoulder. It feels kind of weird, like we’re reading Mr. Griffith’s diary,
though I guess that’s exactly what we’re doing.
    “It’s a story regarding Michael and Lucifer, or Luke,
as he’s referred to here.”
    She flips through the first third of the book with
reverence and runs a finger down the worn page to the beginning of a new
passage about halfway down and reads:

    Father has begun assigning duties to us based upon
ability and what He refers to as “personality.” Luke and I have been given the
task of dealing with human souls when their Earthly bodies have failed. Luke has
named this “death,” which I think is a depressing term for a happy homecoming.
Unfortunately this turned into fodder for another of our quibbles.
    “They don’t appreciate it,” Luke chided. “They are
simple beings and don’t even understand what’s happened. To those left behind,
the soul is lost. Though I suppose they will learn the truth in what is the
blink of an eye to you and I.”
    “To them, that can be most of a lifetime.”
    Luke glowered. “Humans are a mistake.”
    “Father does not make mistakes,” I said.
    “They are purposely imperfect. Why create them?”
Luke scoffed.
    “They have free will. They will decide their own
nature. They will make those decisions over their short times on Earth and join
back with us after. We will be in charge of that homecoming. We can make it
happy for them while they wait for their families.”
    “What if they don’t deserve happiness?” Luke asked,
stepping close to me. “What if they choose incorrectly throughout their lives,
again and again? I daresay the few that exist thus far have already
demonstrated selfish actions.”
    I frowned. He pointed out truth. Still… “Luke, they
are like children. And children must learn before they understand.”
    “Even if the child chooses unforgivably?” he
challenged.
    “You would have them punished?” I asked.
    “I would have them receive what is deserved. Making
selfish choices should not give them leave to spend eternity with us ,
Father’s perfect creatures.”

    Shona stops reading.
    “Well?” I prompt. “Keep going.”
    “That’s all there is in the passage. This whole
collection is a million varied bits and pieces. Some of them are simple bits of
dialogue or incomplete thoughts. It probably never occurred to him that anyone
else would read it.”
    I wonder if Lucifer has a similar diary. What would he
have written?
    “I believe we can surmise the division of Heaven and
Hell based on this conversation,” Shona says, carefully shutting the book and
sitting on the corner of the couch to sip at her tea.
    “What good does that do us?” Am I destined to get my
hopes up only to realize I have nothing more than I did before?
    Shona cups the tea in her hands like she’s warming
them even though the room is far from cold. “There has to be more. Information
is always the key to solving a problem.”
    I wish I could agree. “There’s got to be a better
way.” I rub my hands over my face and through my hair. It’s becoming a nervous
habit.
    “Perhaps you should try talking to Michael again.”
Shona waits, cup poised and ready at her lips.
    I want to tell her that it’s crazy to talk to Griffith
when he’s the one that sent Grace to Hell and went off the deep end about
preparing for the End Times. But the truth is, she’s right. We could study his
diary for years and never find out what he could simply tell us if he’d only be
straightforward.
    “I guess it’s worth a try. I have an appointment with
him later. He wanted to show me something. Keep reading the book until then, I
guess.”
    Shona tosses her cup into the air, where it disappears,
and smiles at me. She lifts the giant book with care before leaving.
    I flop back down on the couch, running a finger over
my bottom lip. “Show me Grace,” I tell the magic screen.
    Holy Hell.
    Grace appears in the same outfit I