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We are given our minds to understand the world, and come to logical conclusions. We are given our emotions to allow for connection to both the world and to those we consider important to us. The two are constantly at odds with one another, but it is these two opposing voices within us that allow for us to make choices, ultimately we choose to sin, or choose to act righteous. That design in itself is perfect, if there is truly a thing, being that the word is something we have made up to explain a concept. Primitive man knew not science, did not understand the mechanics of the world and thus created entities that were the cause of the miracles

It is in our nature to cope with our environment so that way we can more easily live. Seeking constantly the path of least resistance. So when those who would use force to take what they wanted, those who merely wanted to get by did nothing. Mankind has the potential to commit such atrocities that to write of them here would be unthinkable. We have seen the result of hatred, we have bared witness to the evils of man, we have heard the stories of our history. But for every force there is an equal counter force. For every night there is a day. With great evil, there must be some sort of great goodness. Ignorance, fear, jealousy, hatred, all a

I am Sethius, and this is my account of the war of all wars. I myself take rank with the cowardly group, who chose no side. Now I am exiled here amongst “your” kind. He doesn’t speak to me anymore, that is my punishment, the harshest punishment that can be dealt to one of “us”. I’ve bared witness to thousands of wars waged by man, and I tell you. None compare. Physiologically we are far superior to humans. Much stronger, and faster. Even more nimble, and agile than you all. So with this in mind one could faintly imagine how viscous this war truly was. I’ll call “Him” Lucifer, for simplicity. He is

As He fell to the Earth, that pitiful dead rock, emotions flooded over Him; hatred, rage, jealousy… revenge. Angels were never created to feel such things. And still He fell. Wings tattered, sharp icy wind slapping his face. To his left and right He could see His brothers and sisters falling as well. Each overwhelmed, driven mad from these same, intense feelings. Even with all His fury, He could not stop His own descent, His endless plummeting. The wind howled, the sky exploded with thunder and lightning. Blood rained from the sky. And still He fell. The ground continued to increase in size, drawing ever near. His beautiful armor made