In the endless darkness of space, the echo of a final great cry rang out to the utmost edges of the universe. The light of God that had overtaken the planet, bleaching it clean, left all in one final motion. The glow of the lord and his angels became nothing more than another bright star in the sky. Perhaps deep in its collective conscious, the brethren of the fallen star wept silently for their lost brother but nothing more could be done. Two especially amongst many felt these pangs the most and experienced the most devastation when they too at last were forced to turn away, leaving behind the horrors they were forced to commit. Their presence on that desolate Earth had been all but washed away, as they returned to their conditional creator.

All alone, floating aimlessly in the bleak twinkling darkness, the consciousness of the fallen somehow remained. So many demons were left to wander the atmosphere above the Earth as they slowly found their ways back to its surface. Slowly they drifted down trying to find meaning in such a meaningless state. Attempting to make sense of the impossible. Their minds were scattered, and their bodies were gone, they existed as sad shapeless entities, wishing to understand what all this was and what had happened to them. Unfortunately deep in their hearts, all knew what truly took place, they knew they had lost.

Among the many deceased warriors, one unlike most reviewed his sad state and those of the others. A shimmer of light amongst the darkness was ravished with rage. Satan was nearly dumbstruck by the turn the war had taken, his war. What should have been his moment of triumph was robbed away from him, and worse among him the demons he needed were now just as helpless as himself. Despite the magnitude of his mental state, it never appeared outside himself. His outer light was cool and contemplative as he calculated his next course of action. As much as he wished for a different outcome, he always knew this was a possibility, even sharing this knowledge beforehand with Jenny. As indignant and time-consuming as it was, he knew life would return to the Earth, and thus so would the demons. With this knowledge, he concluded in wait, that vengeance would one day be his.

Lingering suspended in the endless drone of moans and woes; the great devil hid away sullenly. He did not wish to be seen with any of the others, or congregate with their energies in any way. All he wanted was to be left with his own misery.

Everything around him was light and dream-like, more akin to a nightmare in truth, one he could not awaken from. He hated hearing their cries, and their curses, even though he believed himself deserving of each and every one.

Amon had no body, but even still he curled what was left of his mighty energy in on itself, swaddling up tight, doing everything he could to shut out the world. He simmered on what had taken place, as hurtful as it was to do so. He just couldn't understand what had gone so wrong. He knew of the events that passed but his question lay in why? Why had everything taken a turn for the worse? Was destiny never in his favor? Or perhaps, he was never the deliverer the demons had hoped for. In all his time on Earth and almost all of before, he had been praised as a god, for what reason? He had never done anything worthy of such a title, and when he was asked to do so he failed horrendously.

If the demon still had lungs to sigh, he would have. The weight of his thoughts crushed what was left of his spirit. There was nothing left for him but shame. In such an odd twist, a part of him yearned again for the moon. To be cradled in its embrace. Yes, to him it had always been an inescapable prison, but now, he thought to himself, perhaps it was always where he belonged. He never should have left, he scolded himself.

His mind drifted in his brooding, remembering his life up until this point. From the moment of his conception, he had always wanted to be free to live, to go about where he pleased, and do what he wanted. As he sat here now, he couldn't ignore the stinging feeling that he had wasted it. His thoughts trailed back, so much so that he didn't realize that he had come upon a rather enjoyable memory. It was his first run, his first flight, witnessing the world for the first time as he was. How good it felt to kick the dirt up from underneath his hands and feet, and to catch the wind under his wings. He missed that feeling, that careless and boundless freedom.

Traveling further through his memories, he relived the best and worst moments of his life. Many times he found himself lingering on the good moments. He wondered to himself what had become of his men, of Nix? In logic he knew exactly what had happened to them, the exact same thing that happened to everyone, but somewhere in the ocean of his heart, he hoped they made off well, in the short time they had. He figured he'd never seen any of them again.

The figures danced in his consciousness but none more so than the image of Nike. No matter which way his recollections turned, the ghost of her memory always lingered with him. He found himself musing on her often, even more than the bad things that had happened to him. He thought of her in joy and in sadness, and strangely he just thought of her as she was, with no exact emotion to go along with it. She existed in his mind whether she was the center focus or not. He longed for her so deeply, that even the thought of her consumed every aspect of his thinking.

He remembered the words she had spoken to him like the lyrics of a song, from the most mundane to the profound. That night came back to him, that one night they had confessed to one another their greatest wishes in the world. He had been replaying her words over in his mind, but now was the first time he could say he recalled some of his own.

That promise he made, it was foggy to him, but the more he fixed himself to it, the more he squinted his mind's eye, something about it struck him. He promised Nike that he would bring demons together, that he would create a bigger and better world for everyone, and especially so for her. Ever so slowly his whole thought process began to freeze, and from that, it even started to backtrack. He went back over everything he had been wondering about, everything that crossed his brain, only this time he no longer looked at it the same way.

What was once sulking introspection now turned to a brighter possibility, a much fiercer emotion. He felt his own energy physically lift, as the idea grew ever more potent. That old scratch, he once knew suddenly found him again, that desire for success, that love for the challenge. It was his, it was always his, and he nearly missed it.

Amon allowed this feeling to consume every aspect of what was left of his being. He may not have been able to show his face amount the rest of demonkind for now, but he determined then and there, that they would one day sing his praises. There was no way he would let God get away this easily, without even properly facing him once and for all. In the moon devil's eyes, this was merely a setback in a much grander battle. He would stand and fight, for all he held dear. He determined he would keep his promise to his beloved and show God he was not a being to be taken lightly.

Despite its current nonexistence, he felt his blood boil and his muscles tense as the phantom of his large heart beat proudly. He might not have a body now, but life would repopulate the Earth in time as it always had. When that time came again, Amon would pick his new host. One completely unexpected, but possessing the exact qualities he needed, the ones he found foreign to himself.

Yes, the idea locked itself into the demon's brain. He knew exactly what he must do, waiting away from everyone else he patiently watched as centuries passed. His name became nothing more than a distant legend as new life soon began to show itself on the planet and some eager devils were already making their way back. Many demons thawed themselves out from ancient ice caps seeking to relive again, but Amon lingered. Awaiting his chance for when it would come, he knew one day he would have his opportunity, and when Satan at last found a body to be reborn in the great devil had a feeling his time too would come soon enough. The world would soon once more hear his chilling roar, and quake in his presence, for the great Amon would live again.