A/N: IF Lucifer could be bothered enough to observe katan.....this is pretty much what I reckon he'd might think of him. I little more extreme perhaps. Another drabblish fic that is small and stupid but was quite enjoyable to write.
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. I wish I did....and they actually existed but its probably better that they don't because they'ed probably kill me for their own selfish gains. I digress.
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If I am a Dark then you, I have decided, are a Light.
I am a blazing ball of destruction, I shall burn everything up till it's nicely blackened and crisp. Things that are in my path. Things that are not in my path. Nothing is exempt from hatred and malice. Not even the things that I love.
You are as calm and cool as water. You pay no heed to the things that do not trouble you, as you trickle slowly onwards down the path you have decided upon; avoiding disturbance and stumbling lovingly on after your master.
I have been watching you from the shady patches I lazily reside in. Observing, with quite the bit of silent contempt, your ways. Had you not been so narrow minded, I do believe you could've been one of my grandest of enemies, and greatest of friends.
You're a leader.
You have an unspoken quality which makes those nameless masses - those natural born followers – desire to support you. To carry out any of your wishes to the greatest of their capabilities, no matter how whimsical – though that, they are never. He named you well at least. A leader of men: you could've been great. You could've stormed the heavens if you so desired.
Unfortunately you are stupid, naive and don't desire much at all. You'd only ever 'storm the heavens' if he ordered you to. What a fool.
But then perhaps that is why you are such a radiant little light.
Every hero, no matter how noble, has a dark side. A hatred that has blossomed deep within their souls as they continue to struggle, to survive and seek out revenge. You have no dark side, only a love so blinding, and you're certainly no hero. Your bitter misdeeds are carried out with a childish innocence to please only him. Even though he has let you dirty your hands with a crimson that will never wash away, no matter how sorrowful your tears are. That love you chose has become a noose. Can you feel how tight it's become? You live for him. What a foolish and circular love.
You are a Light, little cherub, the polar opposite to my Dark but you'll be smothered before you ever know.