Lonely he sat in the abyss of his own making. Far from the light and love of GOD and all the angels in all of creation, hidden to all and known to few.
Often he wished it could be different.
Always he knew his power and desires to be able to bring the downfall of the heavens themselves.
Thus he dwelt, lonely and in silence, crying, for he knew that all was best while he was forgotten.
Only death, as a creature of pain an darkness that had found enlightenment himself, paid him a visit on occasion using the hidden paths, to grant him some peaceful yet temporary rest, for they shared a bond.
It would be so easy, he thought lying in death's arms, if only he could be devoured by death and stop to exist, like so many others, but they both knew, that must never happen.
