Damn them. Damn them all.
He had done it; he had brought the demise of Man and his Wife.
And yet, the gnawing, scratching, biting sensation that filled his core, that brimmed within him since his fall from heaven, still chewed at his soul.
Damn them all. They still lived; they still loved; they still hoped.
Lucifer cursed again. Why? Why had they not suffered the same agonizing discomfort, the same morbid feeling of being incomplete, being impure, being imperfect that he had felt when he was cast from the sight of God.
Why? Why! Damn them! Damn them all!
He watched them, but they did not know. He envied them. But they did not know. They worked, they toiled, they sweat, they…. Smiled.
He sneered.
Damn them. Damn them all.
Damn them all to Hell.