Satan: a Fall from Grace

The Beast

I am not the same anymore.  Power has changed my very essence.  I am power now.  I am the fire, I burn the souls of those who walk the earth.  They are dark creatures now... man.  Through their own loyalty,  I made them traitors.  Through their love, I made them ruthless.

Grace is replaced with mercy.

Media is propaganda.

Truth is myth.

Humor is sick and disgusting.  Their jokes are literally recounting evil stories of rape and murder. 

Drugs, alcohol and sex are used as currency.

Genocide is a valid approach to solving world problems like bad economies and over population.

There is no exploration.

There is no Science.

And I am worshiped in the cathedrals.

Men, women and children alike carve my new name into their houses, their art, their bodies.

666 - The Beast

There are so few on the right path anymore, THEY are considered the sinners.  I am no longer the majority, I am the Rule.  Truth is the exception.  The rebellion is over.  God's laws are too complicated for his own good; of those 2948 humans who still try to follow it, only 450 actually know what it is.  And they still confuse me with God.  The world that we live in belongs to me, and I am different.

I am no longer soft to the needs of the humans.  They are like white bread.  Toss them in a jar with a sprinkle of water... and not so white anymore.  I imagine what would have happened if The Beast were to have seen Eve in the garden rather than the old Rebel.  I probably would have killed her... huh.

Suddenly, as I roam the Earth, causing plagues and wars at my every whim, the sky starts to convulse.  The black curtains of the sky begin to crack, (the sky is all black now due to the energy requirements of Man) and rolls back like a scroll.  The Sun shines on the Earth for the first time in centuries, and causes my skin to burn.  Mine and every living creature on this planet. 

There is a booming ring, as if millions on millions of trumpets are all calling as loud as possible from all corners of existence.  And there he is.  Oh... no.  No, no, No!  How could I have forgotten.  In the greatest of darkness, here comes the light.  AAAHH!  How dare he!  I will bring unto him my army!   My empire! The Beast will win!  

The Rebellion may be over, but now for the WAR!

All over creation, every corpse rises from the grave, every one, as they were in their strongest point in life.  They are divided in the sky, left in right, and I am noticing two differences:

- One group, is much more... healthy in appearance.  I see lots of familiar faces:  Abraham, Paul, Jeremiah, Ezekiel, etc...

- The other is exponentially larger.  It is ridiculously weak though.  They are all obese, withering, and even the strongest and smartest are without discipline.  This must be my Army.

There must be no wait. I begin to change, physically.  From my dark, wispy, unnoticeable form, I grow.  My name now fits my form.  I am a many headed, winged, convulsing creature.  My horns curl in ragged edges from my head.  I call across the cosmos.  My body ripples like the ocean I step from, and tsunamis rage across the world. 

My army charges, like a horde of locusts.  The others simply stands.  My call crushes mountains, levels cities.

And then it all stops.  My army.  My cry. My army turns into smoke, black, whispering smoke.  My great roar cuts of like a whimper.. a yelp.  No!

The ground opens up, and the Son of God, just looks at me.  The smoke pulls down into the ground.  And it begins to radiate with a heat greater than the sun.  He's just looking at me, his feet not even touching the ground.  I turn my head slowly away... the final rejection. 

I tremble.  And begin to move. The gaping scar in the Earth is open right before me and I am being dragged toward it. 

No.  How?  Why?  It was your law that needed breaking!

I am clawing at sand, my back being ripped from by bones by my own, ashen army, as they try to crawl out.

"I beg you, ask forgiveness."

"Never!"

The ground shuts up.  The world is now a black sphere hanging in a black space.

And In the End, God destroyed the Heavens and the Earth.

And it was good.