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EVERYTHING WAS A LIE.
Every. Last. Part of it.
The humans might have allowed Him to fool them, but no pretty wrapping paper or shining bow was ever going to be enough for me.
Shockingly, I didn’t have a good relationship with my father - the original Satan - and I spent much of my childhood trying to find a way to keep myself as separate from who he was as possible. That included trying to prove that he was the evil creature that everyone painted him to be.
At one point when I was a child, I read His book cover to cover. I wanted to believe every word. I tried to convince myself that He was the hero in the story and that we were the villains and the undesirables.
But then I looked at my father. I remembered all the things that He had put him through and the fact that He had taken credit for the few (and I mean few) good things that my father did. As soon as I did that, I began to see straight through the blatant lies that we all - the demons, the fallen angels, the humans, and everyone in between - were being fed.
God, His favorite son, and His followers were not the perfect little saints that everyone always thought that they were.
That fact was proven nine times over; once with Lucifer, then with each of his seven brothers, and then once more with the little angel baby that - little did I know - would change everything.
When I first met her, I vowed that I would do everything that I could to get vengeance for her one day, and I refused to rest until I did just that. I didn’t care what it took. I just wanted to know that she didn’t feel the way that I always did. I just wanted her to know that she mattered.
Even if she was going to be known for all eternity as the Devil’s daughter.