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All I get asked is, "did it hurt when you fell from heaven?"
My standard answer? "Nah, it was pretty fun, skydiving all the way down. Not a single problem."
I mean, alright, I was a troublemaker, but I was the most trusted, too.
No need to push a guy off a cloudy ledge when he refuses to love something more than he loves you.
Sheesh. Talk about anger issues.
I didn't have horns. I didn't have a pointy tale. And I most definitely didn't have red skin, last time I checked.
And this hell managing gig isn't easy, either.
But I am The Devil.
Satan.
Darkness.
I am a fallen angel.
Beautiful and Terrible.
I am Lucifer.