Disclaimer: Owning things is left to those that are blind. The only thing that we can ever own is our own hell or heaven.
The first thing that people tend to ask me whenever they reach Hell is, "Why did you make me do all of those terrible things?"
Either it be rape, murder, incest, or beastiality, they always ask me why I made them commit all of their sins, and why did I complicated their lives so much.
"I have done no such thing," I always have to tell them. "I have better things to do with my time than whisper adulterous acts into your ears, just so that I can hear you cry and whine about me doing so when you come down to Hell."
They always seem to be baffled whenever they hear that, like a child being told that Santa Claus isn't real, or that there isn't really a magical bunny that shits out chocolate eggs on Easter.
"Of course you're the reason I'm down here," they always seem to say collectively, with an over inflated sense of self worth. "It's not as if I could do all of those terrible things by myself, that's just absurd."
"And why, pray tell, do you believe that to be so out of the realm of possibility?"
"Because I couldn't have done all of that! I couldn't have forfeited all of Heaven itself just for some small acts of sin. Th-that would just be… now that would be idiotic, wouldn't it?"
"Well, have you ever stopped to think that you're probably not as smart as you believe?"
"No!" they seem to squeal out of desperation. "I-I just don't have it in me to do any of that! It wasn't me, it was you! You're the serpent in Eden, the voice in the dark, the root of evil! It had to be you; you made me this way!"
"Yeah right," I would snort. "That's just like blaming Mikhail Kalashnikov for all the deaths in the Middle East. They're so loosely connected, it's just silly to even connect them as the same thing."
"You were the first to rebel against God and Heaven, you force righteous men into sin, and cause countless atrocities every second you exist; you are the cause of all evil in the world!"
"As flattering as that is, I believe you are mistaken. I have never made anyone do anything that they wouldn't have done themselves. I rebelled, yes, but I rebelled for the sake of free will. Heaven is just a cage that forces us to do as God tells us. What I brought to the world wasn't evil. What I bought was free will.
Bad and good, right and wrong, it's all a facade that God tells you to keep you bunch rallied on his side. He wants his creations under his thumb, always listening to him like obedient children. That's why the old man casted me out, he was afraid of what I represented."
"And what do you represent?"
"I represent the stage that you people walk on, every moment of your lives. I'm the choices that you make on your own free volition. Good, evil? They're all just acts to me, it's really you who decides which is which."
"Liar!" they always obnoxiously scream. "The king of lies they call you, I am not foolish enough to ever trust something such as you!"
"I never lie, lying would just be more trouble than it's worth. No, the only lies that you've heard come from God or yourselves."
"Snake, always the deceiver. The only thing that you're looking for right now is a way to get my soul."
"Honestly, why in the world would I want your soul?"
"Because you are a sadist, you thrive off of our pain, and smile whenever we fall."
"Really now? How about I give you a number."
"What do numbers have anything to do with this?"
"Ten billion years."
"What?"
"I said ten billion years. Eons of fire and brimstone, of chain and screams of pain; all of those years, and you think I haven't gotten sick of spending all of my time torturing you people day in and day out? Cries of agony and sorrow start to go from 'please stop' to 'yes more, I deserve more!'
Honestly, I'm sure you people get more out of this more than I do."
"Get what?" They always spit out. "What could we possibly get out of being tortured for eternity in Hell."
"Oh, well the answer is rather simple: You get to suffer."
"But it wasn't my fault! You tricked me, made me what I am!"
"I set the stage for what you became, I gave you something more powerful than any nameless god in all of creation; I gave you the ability to choose what you can be."
"You tempted me into darkness, all you want is to see everyone become just like you."
"And what am I exactly?"
"You're a monster that keeps the pits of Hell burning with fire and brimstone. You're an abomination that threw away his father's gifts, all for the sake of sin."
"Have you been listening to what I've been saying this entire time! Sin is a choice. All of it is a choice. Following, leading; dying, living, it's all a choice, all of it! Every single choice that you have made in your life had lead up to this moment.
Hell or Heaven.
Salvation or damnation.
Dark or light.
It's all just one big choice. You're in Hell because you chose to go to Hell. You, on some deep fundamental level, believe that you deserve that you should be punished."
"That can't be! I was a good person, I had people that loved me, people that I helped."
They always shake in fear; but not in fear of me, not anymore. No, they tend to shake in fear of themselves, at the possibility that maybe there was never really a Devil to begin with. They shiver in terror at the confrontation of their own sins, their own personal Satan.
"But that's never enough is it," I whisper. "You can feel it can't you? The weight of your own sins melting into your flesh, tearing at your muscle, tendon by tendon, until it has branded itself into your very being."
"No, I will not listen to you abomination, monster! You forced Adam and Eve to eat the apple. You, who tried to tempt Christ himself, have soiled me!"
"I only told them the truth, as I am telling you. I am nothing but a reflection of what you people do with yourselves. Abomination? Monster? Snake? These are all words that you have defined yourself as all of your life."
"I am a child of God!"
"And so was I! In Hell, your personal Hell, you will begin to understand that all of this pain, all of this suffering is of your own doing. And once you realize this, once you realize that all of this is of your own violation, will you beg and cry out:
'Burn me.'
'Cut me.'
'Fuck me.'
It's always a choice, and Hell is what you have chosen."
For I believe the old blind Englishman was right when he wrote: 'better to reign in Hell, than to serve in Heaven.'
Yeah, I'm going for a different Lucifer than in the show. This chapter is really here just to demonstrate his personality and his philosophy. I'm leaning more towards the Lucifer depicted in the Sandman and Lucifer comics. Honestly, using him is much more interesting than the Devil depicted in the show anyways. But beyond that, I do hope you guys enjoyed this bit of content. If you have any criticism, please do write it down as a review. Hope you all have a nice day!
