Disclaimer: I own not the Bible nor anything associated with it except for this story.
Prequel…I didn't know what to do anymore. There was nothing left for me to bother with, and I couldn't seem to even become angry with anything. There were a dozen lies floating on about me; a thousand words placed into my mouth. Actions, thoughts and feelings were all placed into the image of this new 'Devil' everyone seemed to think I was.
I should have been angry, or at least frustrated, but I couldn't seem to care any less.
People had created a disgusting image of a beast with red horns, and claimed it to be me. They placed Neptune's weapon in my hand and gave me a tail that always pointed to Hell. I didn't care, though, and I never thought I would. I couldn't seem to even recognize if I wanted to be released into whatever came after death.
Even when I thought of God, no anger sparked within me. Not even pity, or sadness.
Whenever I would spread my wings and allow the wind to guide me, I would always be pointed in the direction of the Earth. I didn't understand what it meant, at first, but decided at least to take a little look around. Maybe my indifference would be chased away by some random force. After all, I could still feel a tinge of boredom when I looked upon my palace.
Maybe Hell needed some people…
A gust of air ruffled his wings as it swooped up to Earth.
Or maybe some people needed Hell.