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Betrayed and Tortured

Evil comes in many forms, it has no boundaries, it can appear mean-spirited, or it can appear kind-hearted. This is a truth I’ve had to endure in my life, I only wished to serve my master, but then he betrayed me. The newest beings he had created, humans, were starting to wonder why they should worship him, so he banished and framed me. He made a snake pretend to be me and make the humans commit an act against his laws. This had me tried and banished without opposition from his other servants. He sent me to a new realm, he called it Hell, and sent all of the human dissidents here for punishment. My name is a name shunned by most, not from their own experiences, but from the word of “God.” I am Lucifer, the Morning Star, Satan, the Devil, or whatever I am known as in your part of the world. Here I lie in chains, at the bottom of Hell, forced to watch the suffering of billions for questioning the word and power of him. I look up and there is heaven, shining so bright a light it burns my eyes and causes great pain, but at least I don’t have to watch the suffering for a short period of time. The demons around me feed off of me to give themselves the power to torture the humans. My power is used for torture, and I am powerless to stop it. Every so often an angel is sent to punish me personally or deliver a message from God about how, “This easily could have been avoided.” I plead to them to listen to me and hear me out about how I am not in the wrong, but they always spit on me and leave. I sit here waiting, waiting for something to come and break me free, but nothing ever comes. No human is strong enough to break free of their own chains, let alone mine. No angel listens to me, because they are all poisoned by the words of God. So I sit here, broken, waiting, and hoping, hoping for something that will never come. I hope for justice, I hope for punishment, I hope for vengeance. Eventually an angel might let me free, or a human will be powerful enough to be able to free me, but until then I wait, I wait here at the end and beginning of the world, the farthest and closest to nothingness, and the brightest and darkest place in all of existence. I wait for something that may never exist. My name, is Lucifer, do not forget it, strive for justice, never go against your own thoughts, no matter who demands it, and challenge the authority that demands you to change.