Hey, First post and I thought I would go in heavy……………………..here goes!
Creation Story: Inspired by Paradise Lost.
Does anyone remember me as an Angel? I was the Bright Morningstar.
Fairest in all the creation of my father, But none recall this now.
Heaven is but a dream to even me. All my time there was by my father’s grace.
The day of my creation, was when I fell defeated from that unassailable foe.
I lost the war in heaven, a war I could never win, and was withdrawn from paradise forever.
It terrified God’s loyal Angels that I even tried and it was only God who could smite me.
But he could not kill me. He had foreseen my fate.
He needed me cast out because of his latest creation, That of the race of man.
In them he found traits the need for which he did not want to be responsible.
For this he found use in me. I was cast down as my father’s proxy.
He of infinite forgiveness and mercy could not bring himself to forgive.
On this I pondered and after a thousand years the answer occured me.
As if my heavenly father granted me the ability to now see. As if he acted still.
I brought my daughter Sin into the world of men and our bastard son Death born of rapine.
I was to tempt them to their fate through Eve as god knew as inevitable.
I was to bear the responsibility as the divine sacrifice to preserve his sanctity.
I am the Satan now, the enemy, the adversary, the accused and the defeated.
I can still appear as an Angel, for that is what I will always be, as Lucifer.
When I see my father again, and I will, it will be as an equal and not as his servant.
I will walk past my brothers and sisters who art in heaven still, and they will fear me.
I will stand and face the divinity as I did what he could not bring himself to do.
I will gaze upon his grace as it can no longer blind me as it does all others.
Even the Angels must still veil their eyes in his glorious presence. That was ever so.
And I will speak unto him of his shame that resides in me and he shall know woe.
Hell is the place where I now reside and it is no separate place from the world of Earth.
Hell resides there, this home of man, where none can see; where none ever look.
On the untended ground and in the idle minds of ill gotten men it festers.
On battlefields fresh and ancient it lingers and in dead things lately ignored.
There, out of sight, as if in a desert on a dusky night in a lonely place, it conceals itself.
Hidden so that none may know and all are taken unawares on to Pandemonium.
My home, my heaven, my freedom, my punishment and my father’s melancholy.
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