“Fight. Win, or be defeated. Die. Make your own arrangements.
I'm not your keeper.”
Book 10 of 11 in the Lucifer series. After a deeply emotional opening, picking up a thread that you may have thought done and dusted from one of the earlier books, the apocalyptic conclusion to the shit-storm that has built around the Lightbringer for the past few books gets quickly underway. What follows is conflict on a grand scale. It’s chaos unleashed in a place unprepared for it. Again.
While some fight for victory, some for honour, and some for the joy of fighting, Lucifer knows that to craft the New he must first destroy the Old, and not just in the physical sense. The victor may win the battle but it’s not just Above and Below any longer; the whole of Creation itself is at stake. So what if the collateral damage is a few billion souls? His rules are the only rules that matter.
It could’ve turned into preachy theologizing but Carey avoids that, cleverly balancing the personal with the practical, the individual aspect with the mob mentality. It makes sense that it ends this way. Lucifer was never God’s opposite; he was the thing that God could never be, grounded as he was by his own stagnant rules. Lucifer fights against predestination. He fights for freedom; not the human militant concept of freedom, but the freedom of the individual will.
This penultimate volume is the focal end of the series. Vol 11 is the coda. That gives Carey the opportunity to concentrate on the story at hand and leave the loose end gathering for another time.
The book collects together Lucifer issues 62 – 69.
4½ family feuds out of 5