Witchcraft Concealed

Lucifer's Story

        I was once a young man - a long time ago. Jesus and I would play together. One day, we were messing about, and we discovered that we both had magical powers. I put mine to good use - making the crops grow, helping babies be safe, and giving the children toys. But Jesus used his in a bad way. He made things for himself, like gold coins and diamonds. He would make bets with others, and magically win every single time.
        Of course, the people admired me, some even worshipping me. Jesus did not like this. He wanted to be worshipped, he wanted to be loved. So the next day, he pretended that he had made me breakfast - but little did I know, the breakfast was enchanted with a spell on me that made me incredibly clumsy. Unfortunately, the magic didn't really kick in until I was holding one of the infants while its mother cleaned.
        I tripped over a rock, and the poor child slipped out of my hands. It landed in the well.
        People screamed. And Jesus pointed at me, accusing me of throwing the baby on purpose. He retrieved the infant from the well, and used his magic to revive it. I would have done it sooner, but I feared that the spell would make me mess up. Just like that, Jesus was the worshipped one, while I was banished. I made myself look like this so I would never be recognized.
        Jesus wrote the Bible, and filled it with lies. He made me look bad, and himself seem like a god.
        Nowadays, people condemn witches and witchcraft. But one in every thousand infants is born with magical powers, like I was - that gives them the ability to see me. And I need the witches, all of the witches, to help me. I want people to know the truth.