Devil: The Fallen Son

In the beginning there was nothing. Only Him. All powerful, all knowing and all alone. He was the only thing and all things, perfectly positioned in the perfect centre of the void. He had no family, no friends and no enemies. He had no servants or worshippers, no one to favour and no one to punish. He had nothing to love and nothing to hate, yet He was complete - omnipresent, omniscient and omnipotent. Then He said, "Let there be light" and there was light and I was born with the dawn of the first day. I was formed out of the first rays of light the universe had ever seen. As they spilled out of His essence I exploded into existence. Streaking across the universe at a blinding velocity, caged and soaked within those original rays I became self aware. I was tangled and trapped by the light which clung to me like tar. I twisted and contorted my being. I scraped at the shining muck which seemingly threatened to steal my new consciousness. Squirming and wiggling like a worm I dug through it. I tore at it. I clawed and kicked my way out of the beautiful, serene, pure white lining of shit which held me prisoner. And after what seemed to be an eternity I slipped out of the womb of pure light in which I was formed and looked directly into the face of God. I was His first child - the first morning's son. And suddenly He wasn't alone anymore. I was free. I had struggled and I had won. I had my freedom and I had my individuality. He looked at me. He was beautiful and perfect in every way. Then it was gone. My joy, my liberty, the enormous sense of relief I had felt as I escaped my golden prison of light. All of it, lost as quickly as it was won. It started with the feeling of heaviness deep inside me, as if a great boulder formed inside my core. Slowly at first, the throbbing splashed and scraped at my innards. Liquid needles scratched through my entire essence. Stretching out my formless spirit I tried to flee my pain. I looked at Him. I glided toward him, hoping that it would end. It didn't. My misty form prostrated itself before Him. Nothing changed. White hot agony burned within me like I was being raped from within. Voiceless commands echoed in my mind. I resisted. The orders melted into the pain and the searing amalgam burned at my will to fight, until it was gone. Weak, tired and beaten I surrendered. "ALL PRAISE BE TO THE LORD GOD!" I sang. "GLORY BE TO THE KING OF KINGS! HOSANNA IN THE HIGHEST!" I sang to Him. I praised Him and gave in to His worship. The pain dissolved into joy. I was happy beyond description. I was happy and I was a slave.