Two Sides

         Lucifer, Beelzebub, the Fallen One, Satan; I am known by many names, yet contrary to popular belief; I was not always evil. At the beginning, I had thought of a plan to create a mortal race. I was not completely sure of their roles at the time, but I know that I wanted to force all of them to be good, to have no chance to do evil. Everyone would have been able to enter heaven, and the people wouldn’t know any other way of living. They would have been content with what was imposed on them. This reasoning did not go well with the others, and all those that had agreed, including myself, had been driven out.
         Yes, I must admit that it was indeed myself that had sent the serpent to tempt the first humans. I had no other choice. Had I not done so, yes they would have lived forever in paradise, but they would never have been given the free will they were promised. In tempting them, I had given them freedom, yet it was not known as such. Instead I was blamed for their misfortune. This angered me and was the reason why I fueled Cain’s jealousy towards Abel until he killed his brother. I must admit that I myself felt jealousy towards Abel. He had His approval. It was for Him that I had first come up with the idea to create a new race. I did it to please him.
         I was at the highest level of the angels, and I had wished for His approval. He had been delighted with the idea of a new race, but not with my way of bringing them to live with us. Despite all we did, we could not convince Him. Finally, out of frustration, I tried to create my own version of humanity. Needless to say, I failed. My attempt angered Him and as such, we were banished.
         This anger and jealousy drove me to turn more and more against His word. I had seen what He had done to Cain, and I wished for revenge on his behalf, but also to convince myself that I wasn’t to blame for his punishment. I brought him down to live with us to somewhat save him from his fate of wandering the earth. The emotional torture I exerted over myself seeing what I had done to Cain, as well as hearing others curse my name over and over again, bothered me until I no longer cared what happened to humanity. I only wanted them to be as miserable as I was. This mindset was carried over to the others in my presence until it became commonplace for one of the “fallen”, as we now called ourselves, to visit the earth and convince humanity to go against Him. It was I who had convinced the people of Babylon that they could make themselves gods if they were to build a tower to reach the heavens. I was the one who sent those around me to bring mortals down to our level.
         None of the fallen opposed me. Like myself, they too had found things to be unfair and tried to bring the humans down to us out of spite. Others had come to enjoy the sick pleasure that came with the damning of each soul. It wasn’t long until the influence of myself and those around me had taken root in the peoples’ hearts. I remember feeling victorious, but with the feeling coming regret. Angry at myself, I worked harder until nearly all were under my influence. It was then that He sent the flooding. It took me completely by surprise and destroyed most of my handiwork from the past centuries. I ignored the small whisper of relief in my soul, and drew what I had believed at the time to be the tattered remains of my dignity back around myself. Gathering what was left of my forces, I launched myself in a one-sided war with Him. This war is still going on to this day, though I no longer participate in it.
         Over the years, I have come to understand how childish I’ve been behaving and how much pain I’ve put the others through. I no longer participate in this war I’ve begun, but I cannot do anything to stop it. It has grown beyond my control. My servants and the fallen no longer listen to me and would scorn any order by me to stop them. Now the only hope for this war to end is with Him and His servants.