All in all, I must admit that the past few thousand years have
served to reinforce my position. Every day, each new disaster, each new
cruelty has screamed out to Heaven that we were in the right to try and
change things.
Just a shame that Heaven can't see things so clearly.
When I lived in Heaven, I was there to help shape the world. David,
Malphas, Gabriel and I began to help with the world's forging. I coaxed
the lava up from the center and sent it out on the land. The Earth was
so hot then. Centuries later, I would pattern my Principality after
that. The land was pure and molten and cleansed everything before it.
I always appreciate having that reminder here.
The millennia came and went. The earth cooled and life emerged.
Gabriel was granted the Word of Fire and I went to his service. At
first, I was happy for her. I did want the Word of Fire, but it was
decided that she was the better caretaker. I wasn't jealous of her at
all. It never occurred to you to feel that way. And she chose me to
cleanse the world in fire from time to time. Not against the humans; no
no...that part of the Word hadn't even been considered yet. But there
was dead growth in the forests that needed to make room for new plants,
volcanoes needed to be encouraged to erupt to encourage growth.
Fire is the most effective agent of change that God ever saw fit to
create.
After the Eden disaster, I felt the stirrings of discontent. I
wasn't happy with the whole notion that people were placed above us.
Gabriel was suddenly charged with weeding out the cruel amongst them. I
took to that task with enthusiasm but was reigned in by that bootlicking
Soldekai. We were not meant to wipe out the whole race, we were only
supposed to target the cruel, blah blah blah.
It was shortly after that when Lucifer summoned me. The Archangel
of Light saw my misery. At first I was afraid that he was going to
point out my failings to Gabriel and have me destroyed for going against
her laws. But he talked to me. For the first time in my life, someone
else was talking to me as an equal. Someone listened to the questions I
had, someone understood.
And when we overthrew God, he whispered to me, I would have the Word
of Fire.
Most people taunt me with that, saying I was deluded to think that
we would overthrow God. While they slowly burn to death, I remind them
that we were in Heaven at the time, where you cannot lie.
I threw myself into the Revolution completely. I slaughtered the
weak angels that bowed down to Gabriel. I attacked him directly,
seeking to burn him up and out. But fear and desperation give you a
strength that is tough to match. He stripped me of many of my Forces,
and slew my loyal followers. Yes, I did flee the Volcano and his
presence then. I wasn't stupid. I wanted to live, if only to finally
prove Gabriel wrong.
I jumped with the others and we plummeted to Hell. I saw the
Lightbringer come up to me days later, still healing from his wounds.
He smiled at me as I knelt before him and he touched my shoulder.
"Stand now, Belial, Demon of Fire. You have much work ahead of
you."
Then he walked away from me. I joyfully heard the Symphony shriek
in pain as I sang myself a Song of dedication to Fire. Even now, my
word throbs in counterpoint to Gabriel and it festers like an open wound
in that bitch's mind. I know she wants to kill me. But it doesn't
matter.
I am free to cleanse the world in flames. And until the Last
Trumpet sounds, there is nothing she can do to me.
Back to the INC Mainpage.
Back to the Princes page.
Send mail to the Curator