I made a deal with the devil 🖤
I made a deal with the devil and what I discovered chilled me…
The deal was simple, I could ask you some questions ... And in return my life would be shortened.
Never mind, I thought, if what I suspected was true, it would be worth it.
Even with fear I started.
Me; Is heaven real?
Devil; -Yes, as real as hell (his voice was deep with a scraping similar to the embers of a fireplace).
Me; Who will go to heaven?
Devil; -Everyone whom God wanted to have there.
Me: -Do you fear God?
A little nervous I tried to explain my intentions, I didn't want to make him angry ... But he calmly accepted my question.
Devil; -When God created me, I eliminate my ability to feel fear, what's more, I can't feel many things.
Me; - What can you feel?
Devil; - Pain.
Me; - Could you tell me more about the question from heaven that I asked you a moment ago?
Devil; -Heaven is open to all God's creatures without exception.
Me; -So ... You too can enter heaven. Since you are a creation of God
Devil; -Could.
Me; - Why do not you do it?
-Because I committed the most offensive sin, I did what only God "my father" should do.
Me; - What do you mean? I asked and for some reason I started to feel bad.
Devil; -I mean creation, create my angels in my image and likeness, so the blame falls on me.
My angels are on their way to create suffering and destruction, which is why God ruled that their souls be confined to hell for all eternity.
Me; -Your angels ... are the demons
Devil; -Obviously, I also can't go to heaven without my creations because they will be suffering.
For that reason I decided that hell is our heaven and I will stay to suffer by their side.
Me: -Why do you make such a sacrifice
Devil; - Angels are closer than a son.
Me: -Thank you very much, the world will be euphoric when I give you the news, heaven exists and we have the opportunity to get there.
Devil; - But you can't ... In fact, neither of you. can do it.
My voice became shaky, but I was able to tell him ... That's not what you said
Devil; -I know what I said. (With a sad tone of voice).
Me; -I do not understand?
Devil; -Unlike the animals and plants of this world, you are not a creation of God, you are a creation of mine.
-J.
My encounter with the Devil left me with more than just a shortened life; it left me with a torrent of questions and a fundamentally shifted perspective. The chilling revelation that humanity might be his creation, not God's, turns everything I thought I knew about existence on its head. This isn't just a story about good versus evil, but about parental love, rebellion, and profound sacrifice. The Devil's confession that he created his 'angels' in his own image, leading to their eternal suffering, and his subsequent decision to suffer alongside them in Hell—their 'heaven'—is a twist I still grapple with. It forces me to reconsider the very nature of evil. Is it pure malevolence, or can it be born from a flawed, yet powerful, sense of creation and loyalty? I've been pondering the implications. If we truly are the Devil's creations, what does that mean for our free will? Are our innate tendencies towards both light and shadow a reflection of a conflicted creator? And what about the concept of sin? If our very being stems from a rebellious act, how can we truly be judged by a divine standard we weren't originally built for? It’s a terrifying thought, but also strangely liberating in its challenge to dogma. The imagery surrounding this whole narrative, much like the gothic visuals that often accompany such tales, is truly captivating. That atmosphere of ancient, mysterious power and a subtle, dark beauty resonates deeply. It's not just about the words spoken, but the feeling of stepping into an ominous, yet strangely compelling, spiritual landscape. This story, for me, delves into the deeper symbolism of the Devil. Is he merely the antagonist, or a misunderstood entity carrying the weight of his own creation? His ability to feel only pain, and his capacity for such a profound, albeit twisted, form of love for his 'children,' adds layers of tragedy to his character. This experience has made me question not only the grand cosmic narratives but also my own understanding of compassion and judgment. If even the Devil, in his own way, makes such a profound sacrifice for his creations, what does that say about the infinite complexities of the universe and the beings within it? It’s a challenging thought experiment that continues to unfold in my mind, suggesting that perhaps the lines between 'good' and 'evil' or 'heaven' and 'hell' are far blurrier than we've ever dared to imagine. It's a journey into the moral gray areas that truly tests one's beliefs.
