A/N- This is the BEST reason I've ever heard, about why Satan was sent to
hell. I'm sorry if I got anything wrong I know next to nothing about the
Bible (I know! I'm trying to get better and read more in it, I swear!), but
a friends told me about this so I just had to write a story about it. This
is my first Bible fanfic, so no flames please!
Disclaimer- ok, I feel stupid writing a BIBLE disclaimer, OBVIOUSLY I DON'T OWN ANYTHING!!!
Satan's Love
In the Beginning, God was alone.
He had made the Plants and the Animals so that they did not feel the need to worship Him. I imagine the Lord must have been very lonely. No on to worship Him, no one to praise Him. No one…to love Him.
That is why We were created.
He first created us so that we might love and worship Him. We were beautiful, with our shining gold skin, our fair hair, and our huge, powerful wings. We were magnificent.
Too magnificent. As time went on, many of my fellows began to turn away from God. They were vain, and cared only for their beautiful bodies. I saw all this, and I was angry. Angry that they had shunned the One who had created them, the One who had given them the amazing bodies they cared so deeply for. I felt sad for my Lord, treated so disrespectfully.
The Lord was also angry. He saw the wickedness that was beginning to work its way into the lives of His Angels. For many days He thought upon what to do, and finally he reached a decision: He would create Humans.
He would create Humans, and He would make them lesser beings than the Angels, and yet the Angels would have to serve them. The Angles were not pleased, but they had no choice to obey.
I was angry. I did not want to abandon my Lord, my Creator, for some race of weaker mortals. I told Him so—I told Him that He could not make me serve the Humans, that I would stand by Him until the end of Eternity.
At this, the Lord was filled with wrath. He struck at me, and His blow was so forceful that I was thrown into the very core of the Earth, where the fiery pits of Hell can be found.
And there I have remained. My Demons serve me, as do the souls of some of the Humans. I understand that they are sent to my scorched dwelling when they have committed some Evil. I torture them cruelly, for I hate them—they are the reason that the Lord cast me down here, they are the reason for all of my pain.
I still love my Lord. To be sure, there are times when I hate Him with a passion. I wouldn't have thought myself capable of. But there is still a part, deep in my heart, where no one can touch, that still harbors Love. Love, that will always survive, for my Lord.
A/N- I changed it a little from what I originally heard, but I like my version. :~) So please, r/r and tell me what you think!
Disclaimer- ok, I feel stupid writing a BIBLE disclaimer, OBVIOUSLY I DON'T OWN ANYTHING!!!
Satan's Love
In the Beginning, God was alone.
He had made the Plants and the Animals so that they did not feel the need to worship Him. I imagine the Lord must have been very lonely. No on to worship Him, no one to praise Him. No one…to love Him.
That is why We were created.
He first created us so that we might love and worship Him. We were beautiful, with our shining gold skin, our fair hair, and our huge, powerful wings. We were magnificent.
Too magnificent. As time went on, many of my fellows began to turn away from God. They were vain, and cared only for their beautiful bodies. I saw all this, and I was angry. Angry that they had shunned the One who had created them, the One who had given them the amazing bodies they cared so deeply for. I felt sad for my Lord, treated so disrespectfully.
The Lord was also angry. He saw the wickedness that was beginning to work its way into the lives of His Angels. For many days He thought upon what to do, and finally he reached a decision: He would create Humans.
He would create Humans, and He would make them lesser beings than the Angels, and yet the Angels would have to serve them. The Angles were not pleased, but they had no choice to obey.
I was angry. I did not want to abandon my Lord, my Creator, for some race of weaker mortals. I told Him so—I told Him that He could not make me serve the Humans, that I would stand by Him until the end of Eternity.
At this, the Lord was filled with wrath. He struck at me, and His blow was so forceful that I was thrown into the very core of the Earth, where the fiery pits of Hell can be found.
And there I have remained. My Demons serve me, as do the souls of some of the Humans. I understand that they are sent to my scorched dwelling when they have committed some Evil. I torture them cruelly, for I hate them—they are the reason that the Lord cast me down here, they are the reason for all of my pain.
I still love my Lord. To be sure, there are times when I hate Him with a passion. I wouldn't have thought myself capable of. But there is still a part, deep in my heart, where no one can touch, that still harbors Love. Love, that will always survive, for my Lord.
A/N- I changed it a little from what I originally heard, but I like my version. :~) So please, r/r and tell me what you think!