Satan 1:2

Posted by The Fallen One

on November 16, 2008

I watched men perish. And as family and friends wept at the grave of a fallen loved one I stood beside them. To learn and to listen. I heard stories, passed down orally through the generations of God and His adversary. I came to understand that when Man spoke of God he spoke of our Creator. The Grand Designer. Creator of the heavens and the earth. And in the clouds God reigned, looked down upon His creation, and passed judgement. This God was a wicked God and one who did not tolerate disobedience among His creations. And the grand example, as was told, was the Adversary.

And who was this Adversary that man spoke of?

This Adversary was me. I was the serpent who apparently served as the example to all that the greatest of man’s sins was pride. It was pride that drove the serpent to tempt Eve with an apple. My Eve. Passed down through the generations this story took on a life of its own. In Man’s mind, Adam and Eve were the first and from them were borne all. They were the conduit by which God populated the earth. Eve from Adam’s rib and from them Mankind. Man did not know that Eve was the more powerful of the two or that eons of development took place before Eden was seeded.

Man also spoke of life after death. Of this I had no evidence. I had watched beasts perish for centuries. I had never seen the remnant of a perished being. If this was possible I knew not. But Man knew of God and this surprised me. Man’s version of the Creator was flawed and grew more flawed as time, and generations, passed. But the concept was there.

I spoke to no one. I walked among God’s favored one’s and grew bitter. He had somehow revealed Himself to them and in the process I had become the villain. A devourer of Man and Man’s souls. All ills were attributed to the Adversary. He who had fallen from grace and the right hand of God. I began to believe that Man knew something more than what I saw on the surface. That some great truth had been revealed to them as I withered in the darkness and was eventually imprisoned in this form.

The Devil was the creation of Man. As the Devil became linked to the serpent of Eden thus did I. I was the fallen one Man spoke of. I was the Tempter, the Adversary, the Bright Star, poor Lucifer.

Man wove the thread of the robe that adorned the Devil’s back and I put it on.