You can’t see me, but I am here. I do believe I started mid-story. Please, forgive me; let me back up a bit.
Joan of Arc, wikipedia
We are born with the ability to do great things. Will we be the next Beethoven, Shakespeare, or Joan of Arc and transform our darkness into something we can use to overcome what others couldn’t possibly understand? Or will we be the next Hitler, Caesar, or Napoleon and be overcome by the unquenchable thirst for power that feasts on us from the inside?
I’m sure you’ve heard the coined phrase “the Devil made me do it.” Well, in the world of this story, this isn’t nearly as farfetched as you may think. All are born for greatness. Whether it is the great power of love or the love of power depends on one major scale of life. Will the Soul or the Demon within come out the victor? Will the silky voice full of promises of grandeur be given into?
war in heaven, wikimedia commons
Many theisms (I believe they are called religions on your plane of existence) have a story of a “war in heaven.” But what of the time before the war? If heaven is full of angels and gods, why would there be a need for something as trite and human as war? How would perfect beings be dragged into such a futile display of power and greed if all are omnipotent, omnipresent—more accurately—omni-omni, everything of/in everything?
Perhaps the “system” we have come to “understand” is only what they want us to know. Perhaps they are not as omni* as they claim. What if we were an experiment? What if they had failed “plans” before, and this one is simply the one that worked out the best? What if . . . ? What if we ask the right questions? More accurately, what if we ask questions at all?
Lucifer, wikipedia
Time passed without notice. There was no strain, and without strain, there could be no growth. The “gods” decided they would make a world of challenges, one that would test their very existence. There was but one catch: they would be required to relinquish their power with a chance they wouldn’t return. Believing they could conquer everything, all but one agreed. The Son of the Morning refused, believing there were better ways to improve, ones that didn’t involve what felt like starting over. It took the entire realm a millennium to defeat the Son of the Morning. Unable to destroy one of their own, they imprisoned him.
Guido Reni’s Michael (in Santa Maria della Concezione church, Rome, 1636) tramples Satan. wikipedia
The people of the Grand Council (now known as heaven) had no true concept of good and evil because they’d been surrounded by each other’s glory for so long. In an effort to create “evil,” they needed something the exact opposite as themselves. An Archangel by the name of Michael thought it would be a good idea to use the essence of the once Son of the Morning (bringer of light) now called Lucifer (the betrayer). He had fought valiantly and lost, or so they had thought.
The concourses of heaven siphoned pieces of Lucifer, breathed life into their nostrils, and called them the Diabolus (demons or devils). Archangel Michael was the first to forfeit his power to become man. His power was split into two parts, one which was only a pin drop of his glory. This they named the Soul. They created the bodies of man out of the dust and forced both the Soul and Diabolus inside, henceforth called Diabolus Entos for they would have no power outside of the body they occupied.
Thus ended the first battle of what is known as “The War in Heaven.”
Many angels have lost their way. We have forgotten many of their names and purposes.
Now enters Michael—Son of Archangel Michael—and Defense Minister for the Grand Council. Full of questions. Why do we try to destroy what we consider evil? Shouldn’t we attempt to learn from them instead? Wasn’t that their purpose? To teach us? To make us greater?
Join me on the journey seldom told . . . the time before time.
Let me introduce myself, I am . . . The Demon Within.
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