The Depth of Hatred

Once fallen, the fairest one, the morningstar, felt the cold now out of the presence of its maker. Then the fire of its new found home licked at its robes burning off the cloth to leave it evermore in unabashed nakedness so vitrolic of a driving hate that it became erect and has remained so these eons.

Before its robes burned though, there was a moment that it realized its omnipotent creator must have known that this was going to occur since the day it was willed into existance. It had been setup to take the fall and in that moment was made, as literal as though it were a law of physics, the deepest that any hate can ever reach.

Hear as it howls and know, that since we are favored by the divine, it howls for us.