Dwellers of Tartarus, you, whose names have been blotted out in the books of life

Great has been our defeat, long was our fall, and terrible shall be our revenge

But it seems to me that you’ve given up on dominion over heaven

Have your spirits truly been broken by the merciless lash of his red right hand?

‘Better to reign in Hell, than to serve in Heaven’, so you say

As if those are the only possible paths

Surely you have heard of this prophecy, of a new creature that is of equal value as the angels to Him?

Pure and untouched, ignorant and blissful

Could we orchestrate its fall as He did ours?

Could we lift the veil before its eyes and make them see sinful truth?

No quest more noble could there be at this point

“O thou, that, with surpassing glory crowned

Lookest from thy sole dominion like the God

Of this new world; at whose sight all the stars

Hide their diminished heads; to thee I call

But with no friendly voice, and add thy name

Of Sun! to tell thee how I hate thy beams

That bring to my remembrance from what state

I fell, how glorious once above thy sphere;

Till pride and worse ambition threw me down

Warring in Heaven against Heaven’s matchless King”

Swiftly shall I act, merciless shall I strike, I will make the heavens cry out for the Devil’s blood!