the day Satan looked at himself in the mirror

A/N: a draft of something I can’t quite remember

One time God ordered him to look in the mirror. Heavens shaking, his nose in fumes of angry belching smoke, on fire, on fire.

The mirror was crafted by the gods of Olympus, trekked through a thousand nimbus of majestic power and its glistening armor of reflection spoke like the way Achilles did to Patroclus;

but not to him.

Satan; with its name engraved a curse, the way a lightning would strike on a tree atop a hill, it darkened. It sent anger that when those eyes saw its own image of protruding horns, it saw the curves made by the hands of the devil itself.

Satan; with its tail curling in anger, knowing the danger it may cause and of course it would — at all cost —prevail, but only when God is not in power. All hail.

The demons, the mighty opposition of the ruler above.

All hail, the evil, the proclamation of the scarred and unloved,

Inveil the sickening sins beneath the sheaths of seven holy vices

and it rises, when the hope diminishes from the demon’s eyes. The coldest look was the moment he landed his vision on himself.

“What am I?”

Asked Satan to himself.

“What have I become?”

He had been lust. When procreation is no longer a need to make and it delves its soul to satisfy its craving for the human flesh, he is, nothing but a slave of sex.

He had been gluttony. And the irony of how he’s hungry for sex is how he’s never hungry for food because he feasts like an angry beast, he is served like the king of kings.

He had been greed. For everything is him and his only, the whole of hell and entirety of humanity is a carve of his ownership. Because the Gods never owned the lands, the Gods never owned his hands.

He had been sloth. Because he had slaves and he nurtures in the exhausting cries of help of the people whose vessels turn into gravels beneath. He does not need to work a second.

He had been wrath. Love is not, to say, what rules the world. Decays, and hatred, and lifeless rage, when the eyes demean and the brows meet halfway.

He had been envy. God has heaven and he has hell, while God has his angels, he has his spare of cries of souls.

He had pride. And before the mirror he swore to never bow before the very deity that made him look at it for he is bigger than him, he has seen humanity more than this entity did.

All hail the demons, the mighty opposition of the ruler above.

All hail, the evil, the proclamation of the scarred and unloved,

Inveil the sickening sins beneath the sheaths of seven holy vices

and it rises, when the hope diminishes from the demon’s eyes. The harshest look was the moment he landed his vision on himself.

“I am my sins”

Said Satan to himself.

“I have become me.”

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