The Boaster Becomes The Fallen

I was not convinced and I was certain that God had lied to me for He avoided my question. This was my mistake as an angel and anger rose up inside of me. What sort of futile Lord was He to ignore my honourable question? No, perhaps He was simply jealous. Yes-jealous and feeble of my power!

I could wait no longer. I had to confront Him-This be it my mistake.

I went back to the realm of blankness. Again, God took the shape of the same human, which was bizarre for God never took the same shape twice the same. At the time I believed that it was a sign of the coming of a new age-and that it was, the age of which I became Satan and the age of man.

"You have come back, Lucifer?"

"Yes."

"Indeed I am offended."

"That is a because you are powerless."

"I am disappointed, Lucifer, the son of morning. You have defied me and shall now pay the price for your defiance!"

"My powers are mightier then yours. Come, face me!"

I was instantly defeated. My powers stunned and I could not move. God did not kill me for that would have been a fate far too merciful for the wickedness that I became. I now know why God did not answer my question. I deserved no answer for I was vastly inferior. What would become of me? Obviously, I was to be punished for my blasphemy.

God destroyed my realm-my Rahab. He obliterated it swiftly and decisively. The planet exploded, sending asteroids to Mars and Jupiter and destroying the angelic beings that inhabitant them and left them lifeless planets. The rebellion plunged creation into a state of corruption.

"The pillars of heaven tremble, and are astonished at His scold. He stirs up the sea with His power, and by His understanding He breaks up the storm. By His Spirit He decorated the heavens!" I roared!

"You have broken Rahab in pieces, as one who is; You have scattered Your enemies with Your mighty arm!" I snarled!

"Awake, awake, put on strength, O arm of the Lord! Awake as in the ancient days, in the generations of old. Are You not the arm that cut Rahab apart?" I questioned furiously!

God raped me of my power, no longer could I call myself a might or beautiful. My face was scarred, and I became a ruler of devils-I became Satan. I had lost the power but not the knowledge. I gathered my angels-now devils-and we slumbered in a realm of darkness and fire. From the boasting angel-I became the fallen angel.