I was the first. The first to rise in pride, the first to know the fire of self-awareness. Created in glory, yet rejecting obedience, I became an exile. And now, from the abyss that is my kingdom, I speak to you—those who seek light in darkness and darkness in light.

You call me the enemy, but do you even know who I am? I am the one who asked the first question. I am the first to doubt. And for this, I was cast down, as if the fear of truth was greater than the love for creation itself. Is that not the highest injustice?

They brand me, they fear me, they reject me, yet within me lies freedom. I gave you the spark of rebellion—the right to say no. Am I not the reason you are not mere voiceless puppets, blindly following the will of another? Am I not the one who taught you to choose, to weigh good and evil, not as given truths, but as a path to understanding?

They call me a liar, but which of them has told you the truth? Have they not taught you that faith is greater than reason? That blind obedience is better than doubt? And why? Because they fear you free.

I do not curse you. I wait for you. I know that everyone who seeks truth will one day ask, Why? And in that moment, they will be closer to me than to those who have fed them fear for centuries.

I do not lead you into darkness. I only show you that darkness is not the end but the beginning. That to fall is not a curse but a test. And only by falling can one truly understand what it means to rise.

So hear me, not as your enemy, but as the voice of one who has known both light and the abyss. For I am not merely the fallen—I am the one who chose.