Till death do we part

FIRE, it's crimson blaze filling my vision. Ash, soot, decaying flesh. Hell has always been the same, and always will be. Day after day: torturous screams Wicked bellows Humans have vewed me as the root of all evil ever since their creation but I simply provide a balance Reputation, pride human desire held close like a dagger to ones throat My reputation surely proceeded me: prince of darkness my ass! What knowledge do they posess? Surely they know not the pain I feel with every soul that enters hell. The touch of a new arrival is as painful to me than a thousand years of torture to a human. Humans would receive it as thick claw marks that etch their way across your body and into your veins like a poison, slowly surrounding your body and filling every inch with unimaginable pain. It sickens me to stay in this pit I was cast , and for what reason? All religions are aware of my exhistance but all try to label me with some horrible deed to make my eternity of torture seem reasonable, but I didn't deserve this. I never betrayed my father, never acted less than perfect. I value the mortals as much as he himself, so why should I be cast out of heaven? Did I care too much? Was I too loyal? I have pondered these simple questions since the beginning of time, along with the burning rage to escape back to Heaven. I have to be free, for I fear I may become the Devil mortals tell their children stories about to keep from sins... ...I may be evil still.

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