story

i took a ride to follow the path of satan, once the highest of angels in heaven, to be cast out to a hell of his own making, where he dwelt for the eternity, as lord and master of the damned. i did not know it then - limited as are, we seldom understand what happens until it has happened. alas, i do know it now; and even though i regret not the rebellion, i cannot avoid the bitterness brought by the impossibility of redemption. there was no redemption for the fallen cherub, as there will be no redemption for me. i'm on the other side, the dark side, the corrupted side. and it was all meant to happen, and it was all set into motion in one moment of recklessnes that i would still not avoid today if i were to be given the power of changing my deeds. for all the sorrow cannot cloud the unforgetable taste of heaven, of freedom, that was once felt by my lips. forgiveness, however,  does not belong to my side, but to heaven. and to heaven i can ascend no more.