I didn't mean to fall, honestly. It just happened one day, like any other day. Back then there were no sides, no boundries, no rebelion, no Hell. God decided to go away for a while and, well, one thing led to another, some words were thrown about by the archangels, and we had ourselves a full scale war. What was I suppose to do? Both sides said that they were doing what God told them? How was I suppose to know the right from the wrong. I just followed what seemed the better of the two choices. Was I wrong?

Evedentally, yep.

The Celestial Plains were soon chaotic with battle. Firey sword clashed with firey sword. How I made it intact was beyond me. It seemed to go on for an eternity. Both sides were right and wrong at the same time. But it seemed that we were winning.

That was, until He came back.

Things went kinda downhill from there. A very steep, almost straight down type downhill that didn't stop for a long time.

I look back and think about what was. About what happened and what went wrong. It wasn't God's fault. It wasn't Lucifer's fault. Or Michael's, Gabriel's, Daniel's, any of them. It just kinda happened.

And now I'm an angel with devil's horns.

01/18/2002

Posted on 01/18/2002
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