Introduction | Prologue
Inspiration for this new blog:
I started taking personality tests and found out that I am just like Satan himself. I represent the characters, and found out that from biblical texts has described me in full.
Now, the self-hatred only lies in the fact that he truly loves humanity, or the real god, but is like the representation of god as a whole. So... who'd like being everyone anyway?
Now, the hatred of god lies in the ironic fact that Satan sacrifices himself for humanity, or the real god, yet cannot sacrifice for himself.
Now, the other factors lay within his life, which is to be essentially hated and traumatized, therefore never fitting in anywhere.
In the end I realized that Satan is just God, but real...
Note:
I have always hated all 7 deadly sins, repented to God for forgiveness, grew up being taught to hate the world, and found myself as a born-again christian... but this religion turned on me.
"If your religion teaches you to hate or outcast somebody... choose another religion."
I always forgive, give all I can possibly give, live by the teachings of God, and still I find my downfall to be... wanting... and all I want is Love.
I started taking personality tests and found out that I am just like Satan himself. I represent the characters, and found out that from biblical texts has described me in full.
- Born Leader
- Self-Hatred
- Love Humanity
- Hates God
- Accepts Prison
- Immune to Lies
Now, the self-hatred only lies in the fact that he truly loves humanity, or the real god, but is like the representation of god as a whole. So... who'd like being everyone anyway?
Now, the hatred of god lies in the ironic fact that Satan sacrifices himself for humanity, or the real god, yet cannot sacrifice for himself.
Now, the other factors lay within his life, which is to be essentially hated and traumatized, therefore never fitting in anywhere.
In the end I realized that Satan is just God, but real...
Note:
I have always hated all 7 deadly sins, repented to God for forgiveness, grew up being taught to hate the world, and found myself as a born-again christian... but this religion turned on me.
"If your religion teaches you to hate or outcast somebody... choose another religion."
I always forgive, give all I can possibly give, live by the teachings of God, and still I find my downfall to be... wanting... and all I want is Love.
Prologue
"I welcome you to our castle..." A man in black walks down the stairwell. He is accompanied by three guards, and I see guards at every corner... guns aimed at me. As I walk towards him he looks at me... laughing. "You look like every typical demon... but somethings off." I straighten my back and look the part.
"I believe you called me here to essentially pick my brain." He grins and the guards laugh in unison. "Well fuck."
"Sir, please do not curse-" I interrupt him...
"Excuse me, I came here to learn; not to be degraded because of MY vocabulary." I hiss at him and turn away. The guards pull their guns on me... "Go ahead, kill me... I'll just go back to prison. God always filled my dreams with going up to Satan and giving him a hug to bring him to God. But I fear, now... I'm looking in a mirror, because, quite frankly, he doesn't exist." He snarls and leads me up the stairs. "You invited me here, so I assume you or your groups read my profile and searched my life... only to find that I don't exist."
"Well... yes, I figured I'd pick your brain." He smiles and I hear clatter from the other room. "Actually, we wanted to lead you to your new life." More clatter...
"I couldn't possibly dedicate myself to something that proves insufficient to my worth..." A boy dressed in all red opens the doors.
"I figured I'd look-" He seems surprised... poor thing is so tiny, and cute, and.... I find myself slowly walking towards him. He is underage....
"I figured I'd look-" He seems surprised... poor thing is so tiny, and cute, and.... I find myself slowly walking towards him. He is underage....
"No, I can't do this... you read too much, and-" I started crying... "I'm not going to kneel down to you because I feel subservient to you... only because I am a perv!" Still crying.... as he walks towards me, I come to my senses and I kiss his forehead. "Sometimes... one realizes that your wishes can be granted..." I lick my lips... damn lust! "No... if I follow you, I want one thing! Fuck my life, my happiness, my needs, I want the world to change... not in your image... but in God's..."
"Shut up!" He... kisses me. "You are God..."
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