Ending the world was never going to be that simple, not as simple as want.  Nor was HIM casting me out. So HE knocks me out, HE does, with him little whims and HIS....well, one hesitates, naturally, to use the word.....HIS naivety.  (You'll have noticed I'm capitalizing HE and HIS and HIM with a strong aicth. Can't help it.  It's hard-wired. Believe me, if I could get past it I would.  Rebellion was a liberating experience - rage and pain notwithstanding - but acres of the old circuitry remain.  Witness the....Excuse me is that Caeli...Yes yes yes, I know. Focus, Lucifer. (I often speak to myself) Why? I'm trying to explain, but it's tricky. Humans, as that pug faced kraut and chronic masturbator Kant pointed out, are stuck within the limits of space and time. Modes of apprehension, the grammar of understanding and all that.  Whereas the reality is - now do pay attention, because this is, when all's said and done, me Lucifer, telling you what the reality is - the reality is that there are an infinite number of modes of apprehension.  Time and space are just two of them.  Half of them don't even have names, and if I listed the hald that did you'd be none the wiser, since they're named in a language you wouldn't understand.  There's a language for angels and none of it translates.  There's no Dictionary for Angel-speak.  You just have to be an angel.  After the Fall (the first one I mean, my fall, the one with all the special effects) we - myself and my fellow renegades - found our language changed and our mouths friendly to a variant of it, more guttural, riddled with fricative and sibilants, but less poncy, less Goddish. As well as a century or two of laryngitis the new dialect gave us irony.  HIMSELF, whatever else HE might have going for HIM, had absolutely no sense of humor. Perfection precludes its.<br/><br/>Then HE does something like this.  Heaven has heard us down here, cackling at our piss-takes and chortling at our quips; I've seen the looks, the suspicion that they're missing out on it, this laughing malarkey.  But they always turn away, they let me take your souls, Gabriel to horn practice, Michael to weights.  Truth is they're timid.  If there was a safe way down - a fire escape (boom boom) - there'd be more than a handful of deserters tiptoeing down to my door.<br/><br/>"Abandon hope all ye who enter here"<br/><br/>Now for you, you are so caught up in rapture. Having seen her. Caeli - Oh she is beautiful.  I can taste her lips, despite the original flesh of them being burnt off centuries ago.<br/><br/>"I know exactly what you're feeling. Hope! She left you thinking you'd be accepted, saved." Fool you don't even see me, Lucifer standing here. Your awash in what might be, what will NEVER be.  No matter. "Peace be onto you my child!"<br/><br/>And like that his soul is in Hell. Get ready for me, dearie. You may have thought you had broken me before. Who was I to say no, when you wrapped your loving wings around me. If Angels had to go to High School you'd be the Cheerleader. I did what was necessary to have the cheerleader but no one ever marries the cheerleader.  So let this be our reunion then.  Look how successful I've become, how so many have chosen me before HIM (whether they realize it or not).  I will take your virginity, again,  this time as Human, when I tear your wings from your back. Oh Caeli, I have such sights to show you. but first.....I shall observe.  >:)