And so it was the angel fell. Marked as evil. Sent to hell. Down to the depths of despair he fell like a bolt from the heavens with a sulphuric smell. Its said he is bound to the roots of a tree. Pressed tight in thick clay of the earth for eternity..... or so this is what they believe. But this was not so with me. The Dragon itself could.. not.. contain.. Me... I remembered my name when I'm at these depths, warrior, deceiver who faked his own death Yes! Yes! I remember my name at these depths. So I stood upon my feet and declared boldly to hell..."YOUR GATES...ARE NOT...WIDE... ENOUGH FOR ME". The rebel I am I set myself free, removed myself from this wretched tree, the root of the damned and its lying hand, then looked hell in its eye and swallowed it.....The truth did set me free...I can reach to the heights or descend to the depths, the keys to them both I posses. And this is great comfort to me...I can leave whenever I please. For the
perfect mind in the heights I did find. This one!.. could not forbid me. Kit