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August 18, 2009
Across the field in his own wicked throne, the exact opposite of God's, crouched Lucifer. He sat on his heels deeply engaged in the fighting, laughing whenever and angel fell by the hand of one of his gruesome demons.

The battle seemed to be turning in favor of evil. Hatred and despair fell over the entire floor beneath her. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of bloodshed, Lucifer rose from his unholy throne and flapped his awful wings until he was high above all of the carnage. He made his way across the room to meet God.