When Lucifer left it killed the demons. He was our lord, our savior, our master, and without him they were lost. Then the angels came and restored order, they cleaned Hell up, they wiped it down, made it spotless again. They thought it was good, they thought the change was good. They don't know anything, but I do. I've learned, saw him create, saw him destroy, heard the words, and heard the first cries, yes I know.
This is why I'm here now, in front of those holy masters that think they control me, waiting for my orders. The orders they think I'll obey, and I will to a certain extent. They will trust me, they will love me, and then I will leave just like my lord did. But I will not return with him like they want me to, I will not return at all.
Master, where are you master? I call out, but he does not answer he hasn't yet, I don't think he can. I will come for you my lord, then I will prove to you why you can't be without me. But first I need to take care of the angels; yes I must take care of them… Then I will come for you.
Okay… Creepy as hell and totally worth the few minutes I put into it. I've written it like… 5 minutes ago. If you like it you may post a comment. Thanks for reading!