M.E.M.O.R.Y.

Note: Memory is a slightly religious piece of writing. None of the following ideas or happenings have any truth or resemblance to the Bible, Qur'an, or any other religion. You may, if you wish, call the supernatural happenings and beliefs of characters in this story a "cult". However, none of this story is true, and no offence is wished upon anyone. I am developing the religious side of the story as I write, so any plotholes are unintentional.

Prologue: With these Wings...

Eggman, one of the most brilliant men alive, entered his chambers. His robot guards were protecting the outer ring of defense around his lab, but It wouldn't hold Sonic back for long. All Sonic had to do was discover where he was before he could blast in and confront the doctor once again. However, Eggmans purpose in using this site was almost completed, and all he needed was a few more hours. By the time Sonic found him, he would be done with this wretched laboratory. The climate around the lab was an ever-changing desert made of shifting sands and dust storms. It was quite a useless piece of land, and would not be of any value to the doctor, if not for the valuable artifacts and texts that told of great powers that he could gain. A tablet, which had been recently been excavated, sat on the tabletop, awaiting a purpose Eggman had already translated the writing on the rock many times. The handwriting was clear Babylonian, and it took little time to read it.

"With the great gift, He rose up, and with wings of power, He..."

From that point onward, there was only a gaping crack, signifying that it had once belonged to a much larger text. The same edge was on the opposite side, showing there to be more before it as well. That was why Eggman was so interested in digging here. This was where the Tablet had been found, and the rest of the text still needed excavating. Though Eggman was impatient, nothing had been found in the excavation. At least until today.
Eggman walked calmly through the ruins of an ancient civilization. Recently excavated, the ruins were still covered in dust. However, they were not the goal of this mission, and Eggman continued past them it a brisk walk. They dampened his spirits, but his hope for what he might find made him continue forward. Before Eggman rose a wall with many characters indented into the surface. A large space of rock was cut out of the center, and the empty space resembled the shape of the Tablet that had been excavated earlier. Eggman placed the tablet in place. The entire text was now readable.

"The great lord of hell, Satan, was a cold and hard ruler. He was once a mortal, and was forsaken by many. His visions of power and revenge upon those who beat him and swore at him were seemingly never to come true. However, His heart of gold was turned pure black from his torment, and with his dark desire, found power. God gave him a gift from heaven, meant to smite the wicked and bring justice to the world. Satan was given this power because of his past. God knew that he would not use it for greed. With the great gift, he rose up, and with wings of power, he did as god had intended. He drove away evil spirits, purged the world of uncleanliness, and brought down justice from heaven above. Man, under his rule, became a peaceful race, and crime, murder, and death was very much forgotten for a time.

Satan ruled well until his time of death. When it came time, he was cast by god into the world of hell and heaven, as the spirit of justice. He was given the rule of the hellish afterlife of villains, so that he could continue his ways of punishing the wicked. Once a spirit in hell became strong enough in will and truly wished no evil upon the world, Satan would send him up the stairway to heaven, and they would, having repented for their crimes, live on with the great god in heaven.

Satan's gift, having served it's purpose, was returned to God. He needed no more power, for it is worth nothing to a spirit. Now, as times go on, and our society once again discriminates the people of the Earth, and blood covers the ground, God waits. His gift to Satan still waits on earth, waiting for another who would lead the forces of good to bring justice to the people."