after the fall

Prologue

Okay for one, every religious asshole needs to stop calling me the ''Moloch'' or ''Satan'' or fucking ''Prince of Darkness''. That shit sounds like something a hormonal fourteen-year-old would go by during his emotional phase in middle school. My name is Lucifer Morningstar. Yes... Lucifer Morningstar in the flesh. Now, what everyone gets wrong about me is, one, I don't rule Hell. I mean I used to until I got sick of the same routine of constantly torturing humans. It's the same thing, over and over again. I have to deal with some fucked up soul who thought it was a good idea to commit; murder, rape, ethnic cleansing, etc. I've seen it all, from Genghis Khan, Christopher Columbus, Joesph Stalin, you name 'em, I probably had to psychologically torture them. It was a constant routine. At first, it was fun, you know, torturing the little shits my Highness loved so much.

I thought this was supposed to be some type of punishment, but Hell turned out to be my own type of personal punishment, mentally. I hated humans, yes, but I wanted to know why they did the things they did. For example, why did Andrew Jackson's ugly ass think it was such a good idea to make a bunch of Native Americans relocate off their sacred lands to the fucking West, the goddamn West. The guy was a dick, hell, he commits genocide so I basically gave him what he deserved.

Once I had to endure those long eons of constant mind fucking the shit of the poor souls, I came to a realization that this job fucking sucks. There had to be something else in my immortal life that I could do. I was so interested in how humans acted, even though they're incestuous, bigoted, misogynistic children of Adam and Eve. I hated everything about them except for their behavior and their brains.

So, I decided to leave. I couldn't just leave without someone else to rule that sex torture dungeon, I had to ask for help. In my time of leaving, I asked an old friend of mine to take my place, Aamon. Aamon was an old angel that agreed with my ideology, he didn't mind taking over Hell for me. I mean.. He had no choice, I practically threatened him too. Once I decided to take my leave from Hell I thought of all the places I could possibly go that had the most negative human interactions. It was 1960 on Earth, so many continents on the planet I could choose from. There were rumors in Hell going on about a place called Alabama and humans of all different ethnicities were killing each other. Long story short, my dumbass ended up in fucking Birmingham, Alabama of all places. It basically felt like Hell, it was so goddamn hot there.

My first impressions of Earth, especially the people from Alabama, were gonna be a bunch of depraved idiots arguing over who's more superior. I was only in Alabama for three minutes when a group of young pale boys rode past me on their bikes screaming racially charged insensitive colloquialisms at me. The hatred in their tone of voice automatically made me laugh and that's when I realized, this place was perfect for me to learn about human behavior.