Testimony of the Fallen [Lucifer]

The dark was a blinding light. Ironic, isn't it? As you fall deeper into the abyss, the dark grows on you. For a slight part of a second, you feel at ease until the dark starts to illuminate again. It's something that's hard to explain. The fall itself is as slow, as tormenting as a fall straight into hell could be. I wish to tell you'd get used to it, but frankly, the highway to hell is not something you would become fond of. There is this slight moment between the moment you die and the moment your soul is taken and forcefully thrown through all those layers of earth. The way downtown is extremely painful. I should know, this is hardly my first rodeo.

Disclaimer: The beautiful art used in the cover is done by fdsuarez on deviantart. The story is purely fictional.