Polonius, the curly haired seraphim felt, rather then smelled the brimstone of hell as marched through the 9th circle of Satan's domain, towards Lucifers forsaken throne. "Lucifer!" Polonius' voice boomed through the cavern. "Come out and speak you worthless geriatric waste of power."
"Yes, Polonius, what may I do for you today?" The Devil asked, with the elegance and genteel grace of a prince
"Though you have been living hermetically for the last two hundred years, the Earth is still falling from grace, I see now that in the end, the calamity that is the mortal humans, can only end pandamonium above."
"Evil may be the most pervasive force ever created, once unleashed, it's only a matter of time before it infects every last soul on the greedy surface of Earth." Lucifer spoke with an arrogant smugness about him.
"I agree, and that is why I would like to be the next Fallen Angel, and succeed you as the next archrival of the false lord, Yehweh."
The Devil just paced back and forth, as though pondering Polonius' offer, before bursting into light, and staring down at Polonius, as the figure of God. "FOOL! Their is no Satan, except for Me, and their can be no Lord except for Me. We are one in the same, and you are but a sad, misguided idiot of an angel, the only fitting punishment for betrayal such as yours is eternity here, the heart of my Old Testament wrath, The Ninth Circle of Hell!"
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