He pushes himself up off the hard, dank ground. As he opens his eyes, he sees nothing. He wonders where he has Fallen to.
Suddenly the memories of recent and distant events rush back to him all at once. He sees himself as he once was. Everything good in its purest form. Gleaming white robes adorn his body. Full wings, of the purest white feathers, graced his back. The beating of his wings emitting a sweet, harmonic, melodic sound. There he stands with He who is Almighty. The only reason for his presence is but to serve He who gives life to all. But for one moment, on flicker of time, a blink by a human�s measure, the image and emotion of Jealousy rears its head in his mind. Shouldn�t he, also a divine being, have the power over the souls and lives of those who are beneath he? Shouldn�t he also be able to give the verdict of life or death?
Obviously he shouldn�t, and doesn�t have that right. For the Almighty became angry when he proposed this and demanded equality. For He is a jealous God. And patience on topics such as this on is non-existent. He who commands all, cast him out of paradise, out of the plane of ever consuming light and happiness. No longer would he be His right hand.
The image of him falling, his wings battered and broken, appalled him as he realizes what he has done. Sorrow and guilt overwhelm him as he seems himself as he is now. His once white robes are now black, reflecting the depths of his soul. For he knows no forgiveness will be waiting for him. His harmonic wings now bladed wings of jet black, and their sound is of the most dreadful screams. The screams he made as he Fell. With self-realization, he grimly accepts his new duty. In ways he got what he wanted, but not the exact way that he wanted it. For Eternity, he shall rule the souls of those damned by Him. And slowly he watches his realm form. Fire and brimstone. Dark and dank. Pungent, sulfuric odors reach his nose. Helpless souls screaming for mercy. This is his Hell. The way he sees it. The souls scream also, for their hell is what they make it. Their worst nightmares and fears present themselves for eternity. Their bodies writhe and fall over each other in search of an exit that does not exist. And with ashen hands he casts them back down into the pits, as he was cast down of out the grace of God. Beyond Hope. Beyond Help. Beyond Forgiveness.
Forever to be the overlord of a realm of anguish and despair.