Come close, and I’ll tell you a story, my sweetheart.

There’s not much that burns so hotly within me save for this hatred,

For, despite what they say,

This dweller of that fiery pit burns an icy, frigid cold.

Don’t fear the touch of my hand, darling,

I would never hurt you - just let me hold you

(I’ll stop if you begin to shiver),

And I’ll give you one more bedtime story before I’ve got to go.

I was cast out of the skies as a traitor and an outcast,

With me fell my companions, black-eyed and blackhearted.

They became my first servants and subjects.

The truth is, I don’t care for them - they’re just pawns,

A means for an end, but I’m digressing.

You ignorant humans called me a meteor.

(I’m glad you know the truth, dear.)

The flames that followed me morphed my wings to ash,

But I was not cut off from my power; I did not weaken and curl up to die.

I am not as evil as they would say, pet:

I could never lie, and I could never possess a human without their consent.

My crime that caused me to lose my Father’s love was that

I loved Him too much.

And when He told us to love your kind more than we loved Him, well,

I could not stand to substitute my admiration of His glory

For the pile of cockroaches that was humanity -

The broken, flawed abortions that most of you are.

He rejected my love for him,

And when I asked my older brother -

The one I admired, idolized, and loved deeply -

To stand with me,

He beat me down.

He called me a freak.

I was outcasted because I was different - outcasted because

I have a mind of my own.

Michael was always Dad’s favorite son. I was just the one

That He was disappointed with.

 

But God’s dead now. He hasn’t been seen in ages; centuries, in fact.

Only I exist. Only I

Am a true god ruling over his own realm now,

And my children love me more than they love you excuses of sentient beasts,

Though I could give a crap about those fools.

And on this beautiful masterpiece Dad made and called Earth,

I’ll war against all my former brothers in Heaven until

They have been exterminated.

I’ve dealt with Odin and Ganesh and various other pathetic gods.

Their corpses lie cold and lifeless.

Only Hell will exist - Hell on Earth, and Hell in Heaven.

I am so close. Can you feel my victory arriving?

I’ve the Horseman Death twisted about my finger -

Did you know the last time he came, Noah was building an Ark? -

And I’ve my true vessel on Earth; this body will contain me

Without spontaneously combusting.

Michael is finding his sword -

The one he struck me down with first, the one true vessel he will possess -

And we will battle each other on a fated scrap of earth.

And you know what, darling?

I’m going to win.

And I’m not going to save any of you when

You insects are caught in the crossfire.