DON'T READ IF YOU ARE RELIGIOUSLY OFFEND-ABLE, you won't like it.
There are sayings; that faith is reason grown courageous, that faith is not knowing what the future holds, but knowing who holds the future, that faith is the confidence to think, speak, and act upon the words God has already spoken. What if it were true? What if it were set askew from conventional interpretations? What if faith were a more rebellious substance?
Heaven and earth shall pass away, but my words shall not pass away. But of that day and hour knoweth no man, not even the angels of heaven, nor the Son, but only my Father. As it was in the days of Noah, so shall also the coming of the Son of man be. – Matthew 24:35-37
It was understandable, Heaven offered the perfect fantasy of eternal peace. It just failed to mention that it was at the cost of eternal subjugation, at the cost of eternal freedom, at the cost of eternal life. At least “his side” was more honest… Yes, one might face random tragedy, pitfalls and failures, just as in a mortal life, but there was also a chance one wouldn’t; if one saw the truth they were free of punishment, and if one were strong they could even move up in the afterlife... the only life that actually mattered; the eternal life. Foolish human rules and regulations… It was so naive of these humans to believe that their eternal fate should be determined by a few wrong moves in the womb of a human lifespan. It was a farce, a master stroke ruse on his Father’s part, and He had made humans just loyal enough… As if one couldn’t grow, couldn’t learn, couldn’t change after their mortal form returned to dust. As if one couldn’t be happy outside of Heaven? The fools. Their human life was nothing more than a birth canal, a mere test, it was a god damn game. Human death was the true birth, the true beginning, the point at which their eternal life could begin. Yet they pledged their eternal lives to his Father’s imprisonment, or torture, and signed away their eternal lives in droves… Innocent lambs to the god damn slaughter. Lucifer was more honest, bloody ******* honest, with his moves in this stupid game of Earth. His wars, his glorious bloody wars; because that was the whole truth of his desire, the ending that Lucifer ultimately sought. He didn’t want a collection of temporary slaves, he wanted to force a final battle and claim the glory of victory over Father, proof that he was stronger, and proof that God’s new “chosen,” Mankind, were far, far worse than the rebellion and defiance of Father’s first children.
Of course the rest of them, he and the other fallen angels, were rebellious, Father tortured all the human souls deemed “unworthy,” and He intended to destroy all of them in the end. ‘So I have giveth I shall taketh away,’ the condescending words rankled him to no end. /All/ these human souls deserved their eternal lives, /no one/ had the right to remove them from existence …no one had the right to remove /him/ from existence. Their inception may have been Father’s doing, but once it was done, once Father had given them free will, had given them eternal strands of himself, once they were born into eternity, Father forfeit His right to snap them out of existence on a whim. He had no right to murder any of His children. Straight to hell with that idea! Ah, but he hadn’t followed Lucifer to push for the grand final battle that would end the little ego game the two were playing out on Earth. No, he had pledged allegiance to Lucifer in order /continue/ that game for eternity... It was necessary that some of them assisted Lucifer, because unlike Father, their King gave them the freedom to open their eyes and see the ultimate truth; that for them, and for mankind, winning this stupid game was actually losing. Father was a sore loser though, He wouldn’t end the game when He was behind, and Lucifer was also too prideful to risk a loss, so he wouldn’t start a final battle unless his victory was undeniable. They, the fallen, had the thankless task of keeping more of these human souls out of Heaven than they let in, to maintain the balance of good and evil, or all of these supposedly “chosen” children would cease to exist, and by extension, the fallen as well. It was the fallen who were the true saviors of mankind. It was their rebellion, their devotion, and their dedication to the cause that kept the game of Earth going, it was their hand that freed the humans from eternal servitude, from the loss of independence, and ultimately from destruction. From the beginning until infinity he would reject the idea that this game /should/ end, that these human’s existence was never “real,” that not /all/ of His children deserved to experience eternity.
Yet, the ungrateful human wretches hated them for their efforts because they only had half the picture; knowledge of good and evil sure, and even the idea of eternal life after their mortal vessels returned to whence they came, though they fought for mortal “survival” none-the-less, but they had no understanding that the final battle would save NONE of them if they pledged themselves to Father... The idiot humans missed the point even after that snippy little shit Jesus laid the game out for them; after the final battle Earth AND Heaven would be destroyed. Heaven was a god damned Titanic, doomed to sink into oblivion and there weren’t enough ******* lifeboats for everyone. Hell on the other hand was protected by Lucifer, and would be allowed to continue by Father if only because of His terrible wrathfulness; it was the only eternity anyone could ever hope for, humans or angels alike. It was a hard pill to swallow, the torment of His punishment for defying His oppressive will; damned to saving the eternal lives of those that despised you… And she should already know all of that, but she denied the reality laid out before her own eyes so bound up in her love for, and dedication to, Him as she was. Yet, at the same time, she defied His will just the same as he and the fallen did, incurring the wrath of His enslaved angels just the same as he and the fallen did, and she was now sentenced to the prison of Earth just the same as he and the fallen were. His angels had attempted to banish her to Hell, but he had thwarted that though favor of his King and was now tasked with hiding her from the hunters… lest he lose her to the flames. It was a ridiculously frustrating irony that she was willing to disobey Father, but wasn’t willing to abandon her loyalty and eternal servitude to Him, even knowing it would ultimately be the end of her existence. Even more ironic, that stead-fast loyalty was one of the things that had drawn him even deeper in love with her; like a moth to the god damned flame.
…If he could win her love, if he could save her, if he could free her, his existence would have her light until eternity ended and …her womb would taketh his seed and giveth forth hope. Earth’s fate, his fate, her fate, the fate of all mankind, and all the angels, seemed intertwined in his mind because of the strands of eternity that she was able to manipulate. …If they together could spin an eternal strand from their loins, it changed everything. Proving that not all existence was brought about by His hand alone, that His punishment had failed …that they were more than mere figments of His imagination. Perhaps he was merely lying to himself about that last bit; a thin layer of hopeful protection from the realization of how screwed he was.