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theatrical_muse Religion
Jul. 11th, 2007 10:35 am[locked to those who know he's Iblis]
There was a war. He sent His Angels down to destroy my fellow Jinn because of their disobedience, but He spared me, a young Jinn and a fellow pupil. In His wonderful presence I was taken up to be with the Angels, and they instructed me. As I grew, I was honoured to be so blessed, and I even preached to the Angels.
Then the day came. The day that He created Man. He told us to pay homage to this creation formed of mud, for it was His greatest creation. How could it be? I was more worthy, born from the searing heat of the desert, forged from fire, and Man only came from the earth. I refused and was punished. I was cast out of Heaven and live my existence on His earth below.
Allah still had a use for me, and a bargain was struck. Until Judgement I would be able to tempt all of humanity, to prey upon their weak souls and minds. I relished the task, and went to work. The first was such a success. All it needed was a few whispered words, and the apple did look so round and juicy. How could His creations resist?
And so it goes on, but Judgement will arrive and I will take my share of souls that have fallen to me. And I wait for one, in particular, the most challenging I've found for a very long time.
There was a war. He sent His Angels down to destroy my fellow Jinn because of their disobedience, but He spared me, a young Jinn and a fellow pupil. In His wonderful presence I was taken up to be with the Angels, and they instructed me. As I grew, I was honoured to be so blessed, and I even preached to the Angels.
Then the day came. The day that He created Man. He told us to pay homage to this creation formed of mud, for it was His greatest creation. How could it be? I was more worthy, born from the searing heat of the desert, forged from fire, and Man only came from the earth. I refused and was punished. I was cast out of Heaven and live my existence on His earth below.
Allah still had a use for me, and a bargain was struck. Until Judgement I would be able to tempt all of humanity, to prey upon their weak souls and minds. I relished the task, and went to work. The first was such a success. All it needed was a few whispered words, and the apple did look so round and juicy. How could His creations resist?
And so it goes on, but Judgement will arrive and I will take my share of souls that have fallen to me. And I wait for one, in particular, the most challenging I've found for a very long time.
