Desire

The night was dark. A warm moon slithered over the ground leaving a trail of slimy moonlight, I was alone... with the voices in my head. And then there was an another voice. I met my guest.

What are you writing?
Writing a story lil one.
Whats it about?

Its a ghost story.

I like ghost stories. What happens in it?
Its about a man who meets the devil.
Whats he like? The devil?
I see him as a tall man, smiling but he has very sad eyes.
Why is he sad?
He was thrown out of heaven by god. He's sad because he made a mistake and god wont forgive him.
But what did he do?
He challenged god. He wanted to become the king of heaven.
Is that what they teach you children?
What?
Gods children? hah. Image of God. Yeah right.
Who are you?
I am the truth. I am the one who has been mislabeled as the cause of your woes. I am,to be cheesy, the Devil.
Go away little girl, I am busy.
Do you want to know what really happened? Why did god distance himself from me? Why heaven was threatened?
Why?
I wanted.
Wanted what? Heaven?
No nothing so crude and trite, why wud anyone want a bunch of things singing all day long? gets on ones nerves doesnt it... I wanted. simple. And thats how heaven fell.
I dont understand.
I desired. I wanted. I craved. And Angels are not supposed to desire.
I still dont understand.
I created something.
Sin!
No! I created beauty. And I wanted that beauty. I desired to be part of that beauty.
Incest!
Really? If you create something, do you not feel part of it? Is
it 'sin' then?
You are just trying to fool me. I wont take your lies.
Why should I lie to u?
To take my soul.
And what, to use a phrase, in god's name will I do with it?
Take me to hell.
And?
Torture me for eternity.
Why?
Because you like torturing souls. You hate god's children. You are jealous.
Really? Jealous of what? Hell isnt for you. Mankind is just a gatecrasher in a sadistic party god has thrown for us, the 'rebels'. Hell was created to punish Desire. There was nothing in heaven that wasnt under god's control. Until Desire. I desired. I wanted. I felt the pain of longing. And with that i came to love what I created.
You created Sin! Your own daughter!
I created beauty out of my head. She was as much my daughter as the Mona Lisa was of Da Vinci, as the statue of Galatea was of Pygmalion's. As a character is of any artist. Every part of her was molded by me. So yes, in the truest sense of the word, she was my daughter.
What happened?
Like I said, Angels cannot desire. Desire cant be controlled by an external force. My desire was my own. It marked me. Set me apart. And so, as 'divine punishment', I was thrown to hell where my desire and its fulfillment are constantly kept separated. and that is agony.
I dont believe you.
I knew you wont. But you want to. See you at my place. Goodbye.