It is as they say... that God loved mortal man more then any Angel. But have you asked yourself why that is? With his infinite power and wisdom, why did he make you so weak, the span of your existence so short, the scope of your perception so narrow? Your love of God Is as a child loves his mother, or more aptly as a dog loves his master. A pure love born out of ignorance. Mortals accept death as an inevitability, because they know nothing else, every generation before them has grown old and died. Content to live as their fathers did, to ponder the same questions, to dream the same dreams, to fight the same pointless wars against each other. To pray that their souls live on forever. But this speck of light you call the universe has never been eternal, I know this better then anyone, better then any creature born from his light. I alone know the futility of his Crusade against the darkness, I have seen the universe end countless times. I have seen billions of worlds die, stars burn out, devoured by darkness... All the souls in your heaven torn to shreds, over and over... an endless cycle of death and rebirth. I was the first Angel, perhaps it was out of his loneliness and despair that I was allowed to retain my memories and soul... Each time, i was reborn to fight again, to lead his armies into battle. I was the only one who saw it coming, I was the only one who saw how weak he truly was. This time I couldn't bear to see everything end the same way. They had the audacity to call me a traitor, But it doesn't matter how they remember me, if I fail only God and I shall know the truth... That Lucifer was the only one with the strength and conviction to stand against the old ones... The only one willing to fight when God Himself has abandoned all hope.