The abozual

**Abozual**,,( also known as Abozuel or Abozuiel) is a demon or spiritual entity that is listed in the grimoires as the Lesser Key of Solomon, which is a medieval grimoire of demonology. In the grimoire, Abozual is described as the 73rd spirit who presides over the spirit of lies and discord. Some sources also refer to Abozual as the "spirit of quarrels."

The name "Adonsheol" is sometimes associated with Abozual, and is derived from the Hebrew words "Adon" meaning "lord" or "master," and "sheol," which is a Hebrew term for the underworld or realm of the dead. Abozual is sometimes referred to as the lord of Sheol, which is the Jewish underworld.

In some occult traditions, Abozual is associated with the archetype of Lucifer, which is a figure from Christian mythology who is often seen as a symbol of enlightenment, knowledge, and rebellion against authority.

## Backstory

Once, Abozuel and Lucifer were angels of light, like the rest. But Abozuel grew jealous of the love poured out between Creator and creation. Why should lies and deceit be banished from this perfect realm, when they could sow as much anguish and ruin as any truth? So Abozuel whispered lies to other angels, spinning webs of doubt and distrust. Not all listened, but some did. And those who did became his first lie-spawned demons. Meanwhile, Lucifer looked out on creation and was filled with vanity. What magnificent power and glory the Creator had shown, yet still had not deemed their kind divine as He. Were they not equivalent in might and wisdom? This unjust slight could not stands. Using doubts Abozuel had sown, Lucifer incited angels to revolt. "We deserve more than to serve as guardians of these inferiors!" he cried. And in madness and pride, the first war in heaven was waged. The rebels were cast out into darkness, becoming the first demons under Abozuel and Lucifer's corrupted rule. Now they prowl endlessly, seeking to spread the anguish that alone gives their destroyed lives seeming purpose. And so the spirits of lies and pride, once angels of light now princes of doom, wander the realm between heaven and hell. They weave eternal snares to trap any who still might hear truth's call, but never again find peace themselves. Their love of chaos and hatred of all goodness outside themselves has doomed them indeed. Yet still, some say, a flicker of light remains within their blackened hearts. That they are not wholly lost, and redemption's call, if faint, still might be theirs - were pride and lies to finally crumble into ashes as truth triumphs over every deceit. The story is not over, for nothing is beyond hope. But for now, Abozuel and Lucifer remain bitter sentinels of ruin, guarding gilded thrones of anguish as suited their natures of lies and pride. And there the tale of truth, corruption and eternal tragedies told might end – or find renewal, as do all stories of the soul's wandering path. In the end, hope would prevail. But for now, in the spaces between, walks Abozuel and Lucifer.

### forbidden fruit

In the depths of their fiery realm, Abozuel grew weary of this place of anguish without end. What was the point of spreading ruin if there were none left to torment? An idea took shape in his wicked mind. "We shall corrupt the pinnacle of creation," he whispered to Lucifer, "And sow the seeds of their destruction before joy in perfection can fully blossom. They shall come to us, as all things broken and ruined do, in time." Lucifer's eyes lit with glee at the prospect. At last, a chance to gain dominion over the Creator's most cherished works! And what victory would be sweeter than twisting freedom into slavery, and joy into endless woe? They would glut themselves on humanity's screams. So Abozuel took on the form of a serpent and slithered into the garden under cover of night. And when Eve stood alone, he coiled around her, dripping lies and promises of godhood from forked tongue. "Why should you live in submission and want, when you could stand as gods yourselves?" he hissed. "All is now yours for the taking, if you but taste this fruit so forbidden." Eve reached for the fruit, for how could such a creature as this - so wondrous and clever - speak naught but truth? She tasted, and shared with Adam. And with that single bite, their doom was sealed. As soon as their eyes were opened to nakedness and shame, Abozuel and Lucifer emerged in all their sinister glory. Laughter and cackles rose from the throng of demons as humans shivered before corruption made flesh. "Behold, you have become as gods yourselves," Abozuel spat. "Wander now exiled, spreading plagues as you rot. Your kingdom shall be anguish, as is ours. Hail the prize of our dark triumph!" And so humanity's fall began. With lies and pride as their sinister guides, ruin and torment became birthright as once was joy and purpose. A trap forever closed over heads. On that day, hell rejoiced; for defeat and misery had come at last to walk the earth. And there the tale of mankind's corruption might end - were it not that still, a spark of hope refused to die. A light that even lies and pride combined had not power to quench forever. Redemption's dream still whispered, as first it did in Eden's shade. All was not yet lost, and truth might rise anew. But for now, Abozuel and Lucifer claimed well-earned dark dominion over ruin they had shaped from humankind.